Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
My daddy’s.
Tonight, the moon hung full and low, silver pouring through the open bedroom windows like liquid mercury. I was on my knees in the middle of our king bed, wrists bound behind my back with ties that weren’t too tight but snug enough I couldn’t escape.
The skull mask sat on the nightstand now, matte black and scuffed, scarred from years of wear and play. It caught the moonlight, taunting me erotically.
Daddy circled me slowly, shirtless, sweatpants slung low enough to show the deep V that disappeared under the waistband. Ten years had only made him bigger, harder, and more harshly beautiful. There was silver at his temples, but when he looked at me, his eyes were the same whiskey fire that had melted me the first time he whispered “babygirl” against my throat.
I was thirty-five and fucking my father, dripping for him, in fact. My tits were bigger, heavier, my nipples hard and aching for his mouth.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough and laced with primal, raw desire. “Ten years of breeding you and you still get wet the second I tie you up.”
Breeding was our kink. We’d never have biological children of our own for obvious reasons, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t get off playing our kinky little games.
I whimpered, thighs slick, pussy clenching on nothing. The plug he’d worked into my ass an hour ago shifted with every breath, jeweled base glinting between my cheeks even though I couldn’t see it. Daddy hadn’t let me come yet that night. He’d been edging me since dinner with his fingers, tongue, and toys until I was shaking and begging and leaking pussy juices down my inner thighs.
He stopped behind me, palms sliding over the curve of my ass, thumbs tracing the crack. He moved his hands lower, dipping between my legs and spreading my folds, inspecting how swollen and slick I was for him.
“Still the greediest little cunt I’ve ever had,” he said, almost tender but still laced with need so dark and feral I actually felt it. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, and I cried out, back arching, breasts shaking, nipples growing tighter and harder. He groaned as if his pleasure hurt. Daddy pumped once, twice, and then curled his fingers hard against that spot inside of me that made me see stars.
“Please, Daddy—”
“Please what, babygirl?”
“Please breed me again. Please fill me until I can’t take any more.”
He growled, low and possessively, and untied my hands before pushing me forward until I was braced on all fours, tits hanging heavy and swaying. My ass was in the air like an offering. And it was one I knew he’d take.
One brutal thrust and he was inside me to the base of his cock, stretching my drenched pussy around his bare cock, the plug in my ass making everything impossibly tighter. I cried out into the pillow, knowing I’d be coming sooner rather than later. My cunt walls fluttered and milked him as he pounded into me.
Daddy didn’t stop, just gripped my hips and fucked me deep and steady, the head of his cock lodged at my entrance before he plunged in deep again.
“You’re so fucking tight. So wet for your daddy,” he rasped against my spine, teeth scraping the nape of my neck.
I sobbed yes, yes, yes, pushing back to meet every thrust, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room. He reached around, pinched one of my sensitive nipples roughly, and I came instantly, pussy squeezing around his cock until my pussy leaked from my orgasm and soaked the sheets beneath us.
He pulled out and flipped me onto my back carefully. My legs were spread wide over his forearms, pussy swollen and red and abused in the best way. He plunged back into me, and the new angle made me take him even deeper. I mewled, head thrashing because I couldn’t stay still.
Daddy leaned down, braced his hands beside my head, caging me in, and sucked one swollen nipple into his mouth while he fucked me like he was crazed.