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Taboo Erotica

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 CONTENTS

Title Page
Copyright
Content Warning
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Stalk me

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 CONTENT WARNING

All characters are of legal age.

TWs include but are not limited to: voyeurism, dub-con, somnophilia, age
gap, incest, and breeding.

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 CHAPTER ONE
Mandy

“ ad?” I call out, dropping my bag on the floor and closing the
door.

D I’m met with silence, and I frown. His car was in the driveway,
so I knew he should be home. I yell his name again and make my
way upstairs. The shower is running when I reach his room, and I
pause. I didn’t want to wait until he was done to ask, but I also didn’t want
just to grab the money from his wallet. Sighing, I open his bathroom door
and go to speak but stop short at the sight in front of me.
The shower curtain isn’t pulled, and he’s naked, his head thrown back
against the tile he’s leaning on. It’s the movement between his legs that
catches my attention. His hips thrust up to meet his hand as he strokes his
cock. My mouth dries as I watch, the giant length is unlike anything I’ve
ever seen. I’ve watched porn several times and know my dad had a pretty
dick. It was thick, I doubted my fingers would touch around it, and it would
take both hands to cover the length of his shaft.
“Fuck, Mandy,” he groans, his strokes picking up. I gasp, a throb
beginning between my legs. He must not have heard me as he keeps
fucking his hand, and I’m frozen. I want to touch myself and move along
with him, but I know I shouldn’t. I know it should matter that he’s
obviously thinking of me, but it doesn’t. I want to know what he’s
imagining and fantasizing about us as he masturbates.
 “Yes,” my dad hisses, his hand tightening as he focuses more on his large
mushroom head. “Take my fucking cum, baby. All of it — fuck, fuck.” He
grunts as he comes, thick white ropes fall onto the floor, and I finally move,
leaving the room quickly and into my own.

I slide down the closed door and take in gulps of air. I wasn’t sure if what
I saw was real and if I really caught my dad doing that. The buzzing of my
phone breaks the slight hysteria I’m falling into, and I text back, canceling
my plans with my best friend. There was no way I could go out tonight and
flirt with the boys from my old school, all while thinking of my dad’s giant
cock.
Thinking about what he could do with that if I let him. Would he be
rough? Gentle? Would he wrap my ponytail around his wrist and shove his
dick so far down my throat that tears would stream down my face? I have
only given a few sloppy handjobs and one blowjob before graduating, and I
had planned to explore more in college. But I was a walking encyclopedia
of filthy things because of the books I’d read. I just hadn’t met someone I
trusted to take it further. I flush at the imagery of my dad’s cock ripping
through my virginity. I unbutton my jeans, planning to relieve the ache
between my thighs.
“Mandy?” My dad's voice is soft as he knocks, but I startle, hitting my
head against the wood.
“Shit.” I scramble to get up, cracking the door in a flustered mess. “Yes?”
He stares at me for a few seconds, taking in my appearance with a frown.
“Are you okay?”
“W-why wouldn’t I be?” I lean my elbow against the frame as I open the
door further, trying to appear casual, but it lifts my shirt. He zeros in on my
unbuttoned pants, looking away quickly with a swallow.
“I didn’t hear you come in. I just wanted to check on you,” he says.
“I’m good!” I clear my throat when my voice cracks with the last word,
“great, actually.”
 My dad smiles, looking back at me with an amused face. “Ok, kiddo. I’m
going to start on dinner. You planning on sticking around for food?”
I nod furiously, and he shakes his head with a small laugh before turning
around and heading downstairs. I let out a breath and close my door. After
changing into a comfy pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt, I lay
in bed wondering what to do. I needed to come up with a plan if I was
going to convince my dad to fuck me. What we do in the privacy of our
rooms or bathrooms was different than when faced with reality, and I
needed to make sure he was willing.
Sighing, I rub a hand down my face and turn to groan into my pillow. I
felt nauseous of the thought of him rejecting me, how our relationship
would irrevocably be changed if it wasn’t something he wanted to pursue.
But it already has changed, I will never be able to get the image of his wet
body in the tiled shower as he fucks himself out of my head, so I needed to
be brave and go for it.
I push myself up and head downstairs, where my dad is starting to cook
dinner. He glances up as I come down the stairs, his eyes dropping to my
exposed legs, and then he quickly turns back to the stove.
“Whatcha making?” I slide onto a stool.
He looks over his shoulder with a grin. “Your favorite.”
I groan, dropping my head onto the cool marble, “I swear if you’re
making mac and cheese again.”
“I have limited talents, baby.” He chuckles, and a thrill runs down my
body at the name. He’s always called me that, but it feels different now.
I squeeze my eyes, breathe, and lift my head to stare at his muscled back
under his shirt. “I’m sure you’re talented elsewhere.” Like with your dick.
He shrugs, turning back to the stove. “What happened to the your plans?”
“I just didn’t feel like going anymore,” I mumble, unable to take my eyes
off him. How have I missed how attractive my dad was? He had an athletic
body, fuller than any of the guys I had seen at my school. The jeans hugged
his ass and thighs like a Calvin Klein model, making me bite my lip. Why
was he single? That thought had an irrational surge of jealousy run through
me, and I scowled. It didn’t matter if I had it my way. He would be forever
single because it’s not like our relationship could be public.
“Maybe we can watch a movie here instead,” I say when he starts plating
the pasta. And he smiles at me, sending a pang straight to my heart.
“Whatever you want, kiddo.” He kisses my forehead when he moves to sit
next to me, placing our food in front of us. “I’ll take all the time I can get
before you go to college.”
“Yeah? You’ll miss me?”
He frowns. “Of course, I will. You’re my baby girl.”
I suppress the shiver that creeps along my skin. I wanted nothing more
than to indeed be his baby girl. I flash him a smile. “I am, aren’t I? You
know what that means?”
My dad lifts an eyebrow, taking a bite of his food as he waits for my
answer.
“That I get whatever I want til I leave.”
He shakes his head, chuckling, and focuses back on the plate. We eat in
silence, and I help him clean up the dishes. Every minute we get closer to
moving to the living room, my body feels heavy, and I move sluggishly.
The anxiety of what might happen next weighed me down. It wasn’t like
there was a guide on seducing your dad properly.
“I’ll start the popcorn, kiddo. Wanna get the movie going?” My dad calls
out, and I nod absentmindedly, still lost in my thoughts and nerves.
I don’t remember what I put on as I stand behind the coffee table. When
he comes, he sets the bowl down and pats the seat next to him.
I drop down, tucking myself into his body and under his arm. He stiffens
briefly before relaxing, watching the screen before us. My heart was
pounding as I contemplated how to do this. I knew I would have to be the
one who initiated it.
I lick my drying lips and snuggle closer to his side, letting my hand fall
onto his lap. It sat limply on the top of his jeans, opening my fist, I let my
fingertips skim the tiny sliver of exposed skin under his shirt. I feel his
stomach clench, and he shifts slightly to the side, neither of us looking away
from the tv.
“You need anything, kiddo?” My dad asks softly, squeezing my shoulder. I
want to roll my eyes. He’s called me that more times than I could count
tonight. Almost as if a reminder to himself.
I tilt my head back into the crook of his shoulder, and he glances down at
me with a smile. Our faces were so close I could feel his breath, and I
almost felt sick with dread at the risk I was about to take. Lifting, I press
my lips to his. He stills at the kiss, and when it goes longer than necessary, I
watch as his eyes widen, and he snaps his head back.
“Mandy—”
I grab the back of his head as I sit up and straddle him. A gargled noise
escapes his throat as I press my lips harder to his, my tongue peaking out. I
try to drop my weight onto his lap, but his hands catch my hips, preventing
me from pressing my core against the one spot I want to feel desperately.
He pulls away again, “Mandy! What are—”
“I saw you,” I whisper, not looking away from him but trying to move my
hips again, “I saw you in the shower. I know you want to touch me. I know
you want this.”
My dad’s pupils dilate as my words sink in, and the tight grip keeping me
in place loosens. I drop my pussy, rubbing it against his hardened length.
He grunts, his chin dropping to his chest to watch my movement. My
fingers dig into his neck as I rock back and forth, gasping at the sensation.
My body was flush, and my underwear was soaked. This was the best thing
I’ve ever felt. I was frantic, knowing he would stop this any moment, but I
needed him to realize I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
 “Oh god,” I moan. I grab one of his hands and drag it to my chest, his
fingers squeeze my breast robotically. “Please fuck me, daddy.”
I know I had made a mistake as soon as the words left my mouth with
how his body stiffened. He pushed me off, standing up briskly, and I fell to
the floor with a yelp.
He walks around me, his hands pulling at his hair. “What the fuck,
Mandy?!”
On shaking legs, I stand up and cross my arms, trying to calm my
breathing. I was on the verge of tears. “I saw you.”
“And?!” He exclaims, staring at me angrily. “You thought that gave you
the right to act like a fucking whore?”
I flinch, my chest aching. “I’m not-”
“Fuck!” He yells, pacing the length of the living room. I can feel my body
trembling, and the tears continue to threaten to fall.
He stops, turning to face me fully. “This can never happen again. We
never speak of this to anyone.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” I seethe, anger quickly replacing the initial
embarrassment of his rejection. “I’m not an idiot. Just like I know you want
me, I know what I heard when you were jacking off in the shower.”
My dad’s face shutters, and he rubs at his eyes. “Mandy, it doesn’t matter
what I want. We can’t.”
I swallow and shake my head, “No, you’re just saying I’m not worth the
risk. At least I wasn’t afraid to go for it.”
I don’t wait for his reply when I rush to my room. I hear him call after me,
but I ignore him, locking my door behind me. His footsteps are loud as I
listen to him follow me up the stairs, and then he knocks as he calls my
name again. It doesn’t take long for him to give up. I silently cried in my
bed for a while, trying to process everything that had happened the whole
evening. I hadn’t heard my dad in a few hours when I finally got ready for
bed, forcing myself to sleep and deal with it all tomorrow.

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 CHAPTER TWO
Daddy

P acing in front of her door, I exhale a nervous breath. It’s early in the
morning. I had run to burn off my anger and shock from this evening.
After it melted away, I realized she was right. I was a coward, my brave
little girl had gone for what she wanted, and I had shamed her for it. A part
of me rejoiced that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, that I wasn’t
alone in this sick perversion.
I shouldn’t even consider this, but I was harsh earlier and needed her to
know I wasn’t mad at her. I was willing to try with her, even for a single
night, if she still wanted that. I knock, calling her name softly, and wait for
her reply. When it doesn’t come after a few minutes, I frown. I finally get
the door open, the hallway lights up her dark room, and I see her sleeping
form.
I walk over to her bed, sitting on the edge, watching her. She looked so
young and peaceful while sleeping, reminding me she was still my little
girl. Mandy mumbles dreamily, turning slightly as she kicks off her sheet,
and I groan.
She has on one of my oversized t-shirts that she had been wearing earlier.
It had risen to flash me her bare pussy. Her knee was pulled up, and I gently
nudge her other leg to spread her further apart. She moves easily, and I
traced a finger along the inside of her hip, silently panting at the thought of
touching her more. I pause as she moves again, her hips shifting, opening
her even wider. It’s as if her body was subconsciously begging for it,
accepting my unspoken apology. Who was I to deny her any longer?
I grab the back of my shirt near my neck, pull it off, and settle my face
between my daughter's legs. Resting on my elbows, I pull her pussy apart,
my hands shaking as I see the glistening tight hole for the first time.
“Fuck, baby. What are you doing to me?” I whisper, leaning closer and
inhaling her sweet scent. My mouth waters, and I tentatively lick her cunt,
slowly dragging it up to her clit. My eyes are focused on her face as her
eyebrows furrow, but she remains asleep. The first flick of my stiff tongue
against her little nub has her jerking, and I quickly push my hands onto her
knees to keep her legs open. I pull my mouth away with a slight chuckle as
I wait for her breathing to calm. As much as I wanted to feast on her
heavenly taste, I would have to save it for another time because I couldn’t
let this perfect opportunity for my ultimate fantasy go.
With the need to see her fully, I push her shirt past her breasts, her nipples
hardening as they’re exposed to the cold air. I can’t wait to suck on those
rosy buds too. Pushing my sweatpants down, I stroke my hard cock,
debating where to come on her. She could wake up with the taste of me in
her mouth or the stickiness between her thighs. Either way, my baby girl
was going to take a piece of me tonight.
Ultimately, I didn’t want to move too much and risk waking her up. I open
her thighs more, moving our bodies closer, pinching the lips of her pussy to
warp around me as I rocked my dick slowly between them. I moaned at the
wet heat as I thrust gently, I wanted nothing more than to bury myself into
her so fucking deep… my seed would leak for days.
My chest heaves as I pick up the pace as much as possible without
awakening her. My dick hardens to the point of pain as I hump my
daughter's pussy. But I was feeling desperate, and this wasn’t enough. I let
go, grabbing her legs and opening them to give me a clearer view. I press
the tip of my dick into her perfect cunt, barely moving as it swallows my
head completely.
 “Fuck, fuck,” I hiss, stilling so I didn’t tear through her virginity in the
middle of the night as she slept. I reach up and stroke her soft belly,
glancing at her breasts, desperate to see how they would bounce as I plowed
into her. I pull out and push back in, making sure not to go further than my
tip again. I stared in amazement as a small part of my cock was inside my
little girl.
It was more than anything I could imagine, and I couldn’t wait till I was
fucking her so hard and so frequently she would be full of my cum every
day. The thought of her belly swelling of my child has me exploding before
I can stop it. My cock jerks as I pump my hot seed into my daughter’s pure
pussy, groaning as I grip my shaft to keep it in place so her pussy is filled
with every drop.
I pull my cock out, licking my lips as I watch the slow drip of my cum
leaking from her cunt. Since I had already come inside her, there was no
point in letting any waste. I scoop up the mess, pushing my cum gently
back where it belongs. I had meant to come on her pussy, and I knew I
needed to discuss birth control with her in the morning. But the high of the
best orgasm of my life has me not giving a single fuck. I could knock her up
for all I cared as long as the next time I drain my balls, it's when my cock is
kissing her womb.
I tuck myself back into my pants and adjust her shirt, pulling the sheet on
her. Pressing a soft kiss against her temple, I whisper, “I love you,” and
leave her to sleep till the morning.

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 CHAPTER THREE
Mandy

W hen I wake up, I’m immediately hit with the sense that something
is different. My body, especially between my legs, feels a little
sore. And when I stand up, it feels like I have started my period with the
sensation of something thick oozing out. I wipe my hands up my pussy,
expecting to see red on my fingertips, and confused when it comes back
with a clear sticky substance. I hesitantly smell and grimace.
My heart skips when I think about what it could be, but I’m adamantly in
denial. He wouldn’t do that, would he? And if he had, what did that mean?
I glance at my door, noticing it’s now unlocked, and heat burns throughout
me. Did he?
I quickly shower and change into a light blue summer dress, skipping
downstairs nervously when I see him cooking in the kitchen. He doesn’t
turn around when I saunter in.
“Morning,” I say sheepishly, unsure where we stand. If he was still mad at
me. If he had touched me in the middle of the night. If he had come on me.
My dad turns around with a small smile and waves me to sit on one of the
stools. “I’m almost done with breakfast. Sit. We need to talk.”
I nod and sit on it dutifully. He finishes the last pieces of bacon, sets the
plate of eggs and toast in front of me, and sits beside me.
“Thanks,” I mutter, and he sighs.
 “Mandy, I’m sorry.” He starts, grabbing the edge of the stool I’m sitting
on and dragging me closer to him. “I should have never spoken the way I
did to you.”
I pick at the food with my fork and shrug. His hand comes up, and he pets
the back of my head, dragging it down to rest on my neck.
“Baby, look at me.”
I do, his eyes shining with guilt. He drops his head to rest his forehead
against mine. “I truly am sorry. And–” My dad takes a deep breath then
exhales, “And….you were right. I do want you.”
“Okay,” I tell him, unsure what else to say. My stomach twists with
anticipation. Where do we go from here? I wouldn’t make the first move
again after his initial reaction. And I still needed to ask him about what
happened last night? I knew he had to have touched me somehow and left
his evidence for me to find.
“Okay,” he repeats and lets go of me. “So eat because you’re going to
need your strength.”
I sit up straighter and look at him wide-eyed, “What does that mean?”
He smirks, shoveling some food into his mouth and chewing slowly
before answering me. “It means there’s no way you’re still a virgin by
lunchtime.”
I couldn’t stomach to eat, so I faced him fully. “What changed from last
night to now?”
My dad flinches and pushes away his food. “I had time to think about it.
And I realized I was so harsh on you because of my insecurity. I have had to
battle this desire for you and for you to act on it… it surprised me. I also
battled with the idea of my little girl knowing how to do all that stuff.”
“And now?”
He cups my face, his thumb running along my bottom lip as he mutters,
“And now… I don’t want to hold back if I can at least have a taste.”
 A gasp barely escapes before his warm mouth is on mine. Our lips move
against each other as I press closer to him, he moans, and his other hand
grips my waist. He tilts his head, his tongue seeking entrance, and I twist
my hands into his shirt. The hot, hard chest heaving as he lets go to scoop
me up and pull me onto the counter in front of him. He bites my bottom lip
gently before breaking our kiss finally. My legs spread around his massive
body as his hands rest on my thighs, and we stare at each other.
“Once we start, I’m not stopping, baby,” he says huskily.
I nod, “I want this.”
He groans, his hands rubbing up and down my legs. “You won’t be able to
tell anyone. You must keep this a secret from everyone in your life.”
“I know, dad,” I lick my lips, savoring his taste, “I only want you.”
His heated eyes flash, and he swallows, “I have to tell you about last
night. I- I came inside you.”
My pussy clenches, and my hand drops there without thought, “But… I
didn’t feel–”
He shakes his head, “I only put the tip in. You’ll feel it when I shove my
cock in you, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to mark you after how I
acted, I needed you to know you were mine.”
I shiver, then smile at him. “When I woke up, it felt different. Like I was
changed.”
“Are you on birth control?” He asks, and I chuckle at the situation. He
frowns, “What?”
“It’s just funny that usually when a father asks that, he’s dreading the
conversation, not wondering if he knocked her up.”
His eyes darken, and he stands up, pressing into my legs further and now
looking down at me. “Don’t remind me how wrong this is.”
 I lean forward, grabbing his shoulders and whispering against his lips, “It
doesn’t feel wrong.”
“We’ll have to get you on one. We can’t chance you having a baby,” he
says back, his hands dropping to my hips and pulling me towards him. My
heated core is snug against the bulge of his jeans.
“Or we can,” I gasp, wrapping my legs around his hips. “Fuck me, daddy.
Come inside me again.”
“Fuck,” he groans, cupping my ass and lifting me up. I hold tighter around
his neck, and he starts toward the stairs. I kiss him, his pace not stopping as
we approach his bedroom. His fingers flex harshly on my ass as I rub
against him, showing him how wet I am.
He drops me onto his bed, and I yelp as I bounce against the mattress and
stare at him. He glances at his shirt, seeing the darkened spot on his
abdomen. I smirk, leaning back against my elbows and opening my legs in
invitation. I let the dress fall to my hips, showing him I wasn’t wearing
panties.
“Jesus, Mandy.”
He strips off his shirt, his abs flexing as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes
them down. He stands beside the bed only in his black boxers and nods at
me, “Take the dress off.”
Sitting up, I do what he asks. I’m completely naked, not bothering with a
bra, either. He hisses as he removes his boxers and grips his large hardened
shaft, stroking it slowly.
“Touch yourself,” He commands, his eyes bouncing from my pink nips
and glistening bare pussy.
I pout, “I want you to touch me.”
His laugh is breathless as his hand grips the head of his cock in a tight
hold, “No, baby. I’m trying not to come just from looking at you.”
Laying back, I squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, his eyes
following my movement as I drag a hand down my stomach. My fingers
graze my clit teasingly as I use them to open my folds, letting him take in
my aching hole.
“Please, daddy. I want to know what it’s like to be filled. Filled with your
cock and your cum.”
He curses and kneels on the bed, his hands pushing on the back of my legs
and pushing them into my chest.
“Scoot up,” He rasps, forcing me to move simultaneously. He opens my
legs and settles between them, his breath fanning against my pussy and
causing goosebumps.
“I had a small taste of you last night. I need more.”
His mouth is hot against me, and I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue.
My first reaction is to close my legs, but he holds them open. His face
presses harder into me as his tongue makes quick strokes, and I squeeze my
eyes shut. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could barely breathe. My
legs are trembling in his hold, and I jerk hard when I feel the strong pull of
him sucking my clit.
“Oh god,” I exclaim, my hands dropping to grab his hair. I can feel his
chuckling as he lets go of my leg and brings a hand to my pussy. His thumb
replaces his tongue as he looks up at me.
I can see the arousal all over his mouth, “You taste so sweet, baby girl.”
My chest warms at the sentiment. “More,” I croak out.
He hums and looks back down at my pussy. My mouth falls open when I
feel the pressure of him pushing a finger into me. He doesn’t go in any
farther before pulling it back out and then trying it further the next time.
“Baby,” he says gently, “It will hurt regardless of how much I prepare you.
Your little pussy will get torn up with my giant cock.”
He emphasizes that by pushing two fingers in, and I grimace at the first
bite of pain, the stretching around his fingers was uncomfortable. He pumps
in and out of me a few times.
 “It will get better, though,” I argue, “It will only hurt at first. Then you’ll
make me feel good.”
“I will,” He promises, climbing over me. His hands settle on either side of
my head, and he stares down at me. My heart skips a beat at the emotions
swimming in his eyes. I wrap my legs around his hips, his erection sliding
against my pussy, and we moan.
He reaches between us, lines his thick head to my entrance, and pushes his
tip in. I close my eyes, savoring the moment. My dad rocks another inch
into me, and I whimper, the stretching becoming uncomfortable again.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Relax for me,” he kisses my neck. I hold onto his
head, my fingers tangling harshly in his hair, and he pushes in another inch.
“Just get it over with,” I grit out, and he laughs.
My dad lifts his head and kisses me softly. I welcome his lips, focusing on
his tongue as it dances with mine. He kisses down my jaw and collarbone,
his dick still halfway in me as he follows a path down my chest until he
reaches my breasts. His tongue swirls around one of my nipples, and I gasp.
My pussy clenches. I was not expecting that to feel so good. He sucks it
into his mouth, and I arch into him. He thrusts harshly, pushing his cock to
the hilt. His pelvis rests against mine, and I dig my fingernails into his skin
as we pause. The pain was already starting to dull.
His breath is ragged as he lets go of my breast to lean forward and kiss
me. We stay like that for a few moments, connected intimately. I never
wanted this to end. My dad’s dick was inside me, and he was devouring my
mouth like he was starved.
“You feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he groans. My dad kneels
back, grabbing my legs to rest on his chest. The new position pushes him
deeper, and I moan.
He glances down to where he’s buried in my pussy, watching as he pulls
out halfway before thrusting back in.
“Oh my god.” The burn was fading away, a pleasurable fullness taking
over.
 He does it again a few more times. His hands wrapped around my thighs,
holding them as to not obstruct his view.
“Faster,” I beg.
His eyes snap up to mine before he starts to pick up the pace. Then his
gaze drops to the jiggling of my breasts every time he slides back in.
Feeling brave, I ask, “You like fucking your little girl?”
He stills, his dick throbbing. “Fucking aye.”
I wiggle my hips, and his fingers tighten to the point I’ll know I’ll be
littered with bruises.
“You wanna play?” He smirks, pushing my legs to the side and draping
his body over me. He kisses me and starts moving again. It felt like we were
made to be doing this.
“Come for me,” he groans, his thumb moving across my clit with his
thrusts, “Come all over Daddy’s dick so he can fill your tight little pussy
up.”
I cry out, clenching around him.
“You like that?” He grins wickedly, pushing deeper, “You want me to
come inside you? Put my baby in you? Make you fucking mine.”
“Yes, daddy,” I moan, pushing my hips toward him, “come in my little
pussy. Breed me like you did when you put me in mommy’s tummy.”
“God damn it,” my dad curses, pounding into me now as I feel him start to
pulse. “That fucking mouth.” His eyes shut as his head drops back, coming
with a loud moan. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I come with him,
pulling his seed deeper into me.
His gaze snaps to me as we fall back from oblivion, him still lazily
thrusting against me. “Such a good girl milking me dry like that.”
I smile, running a hand to the back of his neck and pulling him down to
kiss me. He does it, fucking my mouth as roughly as he just did my pussy.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
“I love you,” he kisses me, and we stay like that till he hardens again,
fucking me throughout the night and making sure there’s no chance the
world won’t know I belong to him.

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