Chapter Sixty-three

Chapter Sixty-three
Harry spanked me again and again. I didn't expect that pain could be this good. He stopped, lowered down his head, opened his mouth, and ahhh... He licked my anus. It tickled me; not once in my life had someone done this to me. I moaned as he licked it with his teasing tongue. "You taste so good, darling," he said.
"T—thank you."
Harry stopped licking and used his finger to penetrate me. He used his saliva as lubrication before slipping it inside my hole. I convulsed and moaned as he moved it in and out. I feel like I'm losing my mind as he added another finger. His other hand is holding his hard tool that is still inside his boxer briefs. He's so hard right now.
"Ahhh yeah," he groaned. "I'm going to make you pregnant, babe." He pulled out his finger and licked it while I gasped for breath. "Raise your butt for me, babe."
I obeyed him. I raised my buttocks, with my hands and knees on the mattress as support. He pulled down his briefs and threw them on the floor. His erection is so big.
"I'm going to fuck you now, darling." He held my hips and pulled me close to him. I felt the tip of his cock as he positioned it in my hole and slowly slipped it inside.
"Ugh yeah," he groaned as he thrust deeper until he got it all inside of me. It feels a little bit painful yet delicious at the same time. He held my waist and started pounding my ass.
"Come for me, darling." He spanked me again.
"Ahhh yes, Daddy," I moaned.
He went faster and harder, groaning with every thrust and pull until I exploded. My viscous fluid wrapped his tool inside of me. He didn't stop pounding my ass. "Ugh, yeah. You're still so tight, baby." He went even faster until he stopped and stayed still.
"I'm coming, darling. Ahhh... Yeah." He poured his semen inside of me. It's too much that some streamed down my legs as he pulled his tool out. He didn't wear any condom at all. He's not wearing any contraceptive every time he fucks me.
"Stay still, baby. I'm not done yet," he said.
"What? But you already came."
"Is it wrong to ask for another round? Or is it painful? We can stop if you don't feel good."
"I..." I actually enjoyed it; I just couldn't admit it; therefore, I blushed.
He grinned. "I know you like it. Now stay still; I promise I'll make it even more delicious," he said.
"Uh, okay." I remained in my position.
Harry crawled on the bed over me. I can feel his breath on the skin on my back. He slowly slid his erection inside of me. "Ugh! You're still so tight, darling," he moaned as he thrust deeper. He groaned in my ear. His hand held my neck, and he kissed me.
"Ahh yeah, fuck me, Daddy," I moaned as he slowly fucked me from behind. Damn. It indeed feels so good. His tool skidded several times, but he immediately entered it again and continued what he was doing. He's breathing heavily near my ear, whispering things that made me come again and again.
"Ahhh... I love you, baby." He brought his mouth to my nape, kissing me down my spine.
"Ahh ahh ahh yeah. Ahhh, I love you too, Daddy," I said.
"Say my name, baby. I want to come."
"Ahhh, Harry, fuck me, yeah."
"Ugh, yeah, ahhh..." He came inside of me for the second time. He wrapped his big arms around my chest and lay on his back, bringing me on top of him without pulling out his erection. "Yeah, ride on me, baby." He kissed my neck, and his hands went to my breasts and kneaded them.
"Ahhh... Harry... Stop..." I moaned, but he continued squeezing my breasts until he got tired of them. He moved his hand down to my front and penetrated my clitoris with his finger.
"Ugh, you're so wet, baby." He rubbed his finger around it.
I sat up and rode on him. I moved up and down, up and down, sweat pouring down my body. I hear his groans and grunts behind me. His hands holding my waist, meeting my rhythmic movements, making clapping sounds. We went faster and harder until we reached orgasm and came together. I got off him, semen streaming down my legs as I lay on my back, breathlessly.
Harry stood up. "Come on, darling. Let's go for a swim."
I held his hands. He carried me outside the mansion, and we got into the swimming pool. The sun was shining brightly in the skies, and the water was sparkling against its light. After swimming, we went to our room and changed clothes.
Harry wore his formal clothes, a white shirt, black pants, and a dark jacket, and of course his wristwatch and round eyeglasses. Meanwhile, I put on my black sleeveless top and white pants. Harry held my hand and led me to his fancy Mercedes. Such a gentleman. He opened the door and let me inside first.
He got into the front seat, turned the engine on, and started driving. We were both silent in the car until he broke that silence by asking, "Do you want to stop by the restaurant and grab something to eat?"
"Yeah, sure. That'd be great. I'm starving," I replied.
And so, Harry stopped by the restaurant. We had lunch before heading to the Department of Corrections. Thank god, after pleading with the officer, he gave us an hour to talk with my father. We met a doctor, who had conducted his examination of my father's condition. We asked him if it's true that my father has brain cancer.
The doctor said yes. They call this glioblastoma. It's a type of cancer that starts as a growth of cells in the brain or spinal cord. It grows quickly and can invade and destroy healthy tissue. Glioblastoma forms from cells called astrocytes that support nerve cells. It can happen at any age. But it tends to happen more often in older adults. 
We asked about the cure, but the doctor said that, unfortunately, there's no cure for this disease. Treatments might slow cancer growth and reduce symptoms. In fact, the survival rate is very low, and my father only has a few months to live.