The sex reawakened new energies – fires I didn't know I had. I rode him hard, not stopping after I came again.
Even when Daddy exploded inside me, spilling his come and his guttural curses, I kept riding him, amazed that he didn't soften.
We fucked ourselves senseless that night.#p#分页标题#e#
When I woke up, the handcuffs were off, leaving nothing but faint red rings around my wrists. Daddy had gone to work.
I tromped into my room, feeling like an outsider as I stared at old posters. None of the half-naked hunks or grungy looking bands seemed right anymore.
It was like staring into a little girl's room, not a woman's. My footsteps guided me without much thought.
I picked up heaping piles of clothes and carried them across the hall. Their new home would be in his room, and I'd leave everything immature and stupid behind, gutting my room to be turned into something useful like a nursery.
Later, I gathered up the jeans and panties he'd torn off me in the hall. I reached into my pocket for the last joint Becky had given me.
The flimsy thing rolled between my fingers as I studied it, wondering why I'd ever found this stuff so appealing. I cringed and marched it over to the kitchen, snapping open the lid and crushing it deep into the trash.
Pot no longer had any appeal. Neither did anything else.
When Daddy came home, I was waiting by the door for him, wearing a bright yellow tank top and jeans I hadn't slipped into for a couple summers. He cocked his head.
“What's going on?” He asked, drawing off his belt and putting it by the door where it belonged.
“I have something to show you,” I said. He let me take him by the hand and I led him to the bedroom.
Daddy stood next to the newly filled closet, grim faced and questioning. I threw my arms around him, squeezing his rigid body until it made my arms burn.
“I love you so much, Daddy. I want to be a good girl, so much more than just your daughter. Please, Daddy, let me give you the baby Mom never could.”
His eyes glowed with surprise. He hesitated a moment – probably wondering if his seed had truly changed me, or if I'd gotten drugged on something else.
Slowly, he made up his mind. He lifted me up, pulling me up to his waiting mouth by the ass. I tossed my legs around him and we fell into the bed together, kissing and tearing at one another's clothes.
By the time late July rolled around, I'd left behind all the silly concerns an eighteen year old girl kept close to her heart. I couldn't count the huge stacks of fashion magazines and edgy art books I'd sold to the used bookstore.
Not long after fireworks on the Fourth, Daddy and I went shopping together. He picked out a whole new wardrobe for me – floral skirts and skinny jeans – almost what Mom used to wear, but in my favorite colors.
During the day, I took my household duties seriously. I cleaned and began to cook, keeping the house tidy and organized for him. If he didn't have as much to do in his free hours , I knew he'd be able to devote even more energy to the bedroom.
Not that I needed more. Daddy always laid with me like a bull at night, no matter if he worked or spent the day off, powered on his own unceasing energy every time.
That late July night, we had even more reason to celebrate. He'd gotten off work early and driven me to a clinic on the other side of town, so close to the city I saw its towers shimmering in the afternoon sun.
Together, we waited as a bushy haired doctor confirmed our brightest hopes. I was three weeks pregnant, and totally healthy.
At this clinic, no one knew us. We pretended to be husband and wife, giving the nurses and the physician good reason to turn their heads at our age disparity.
But we didn't care. All we cared about was getting home and celebrating.
Daddy held my hand as we went through the front door, leading me straight to the bedroom. He gently guided me to the edge of the bed, removing all my clothes one piece at a time.#p#分页标题#e#
He started with my shirt and bra, kissing me deeply before he continued to lift away my skirt, and then the soaked panties held tight against my sex.
I'd picked them out just for him. They were thin, lacy, and almost see through.
I felt the hardness through his black police trousers and pushed, making his face fold up with aggressive desire.
“God damn. You know what that does to me, little girl. You're being naughty today.”
Smiling, I rolled my hips, wagging my slit harder along his bulge. He sucked in a deep breath and seized my wrists.
He held them in front of me and went for the handcuffs on his belt. I heard the familiar metal snap around my wrists and I knew it was time to stand down. But not before turning around and rubbing my ass into his crotch.
“That's it. I don't care how pregnant you are with our beautiful baby...you're gonna get it.”