Bred in Daddy's Handcuffs(9)

Holy shit. He feels...So. Fucking. Good.

Maybe I don't care what happens. It's not like everyone gets pregnant their first time bareback.

And – oh! – if it feels this amazing now, how great is it gonna feel when he fires it deep inside me?

My legs tightened around him. The sensation made him drill into me harder.

Daddy smashed my little ass deep into the mattress every time he thrust. His face grew several shades harder each time he lifted upward, just like his strokes, as if he were fighting to hold onto the animal act before his explosive release.

I wasn't just riding a mountain. I was riding a volcano, each thrust bringing him one second closer to filling me with his molten steel, potent and thick as sticky sap.

Suddenly, his seed didn't seem so scary anymore. I gritted my teeth, rising to meet his punishing thrusts, accepting my place beneath him, bound and forever shattered.

“Daddy, please come,” I whispered. “I want to feel it deep inside me, right against my womb.”

His eyes narrowed. He raised his fists, spreading his hands on my shoulders, holding me tight as he leveled into me.

I'd become an anvil taking every one his blows, each one more powerful than the last, so forceful and fiery I'd lost my senses. His neck craned until he touched me, kissing my shoulder.

He lifted his face, dragging himself to my right nipple. He bit into my breast – hard – and I screamed with confusion, blown apart by brute contrasts ripping through me.#p#分页标题#e#

His erection, ceaselessly ramming through my freshly torn virginity; his teeth, pelting me with pleasure and pain all at once; his forceful thrusts, big enough to shake every molecule of my world...

I let go. We finally understood each other.

I didn't get any say in this decision. For eighteen years, my sweet young body had ripened for his seed, and now it was going deep, forcing me to become something more than a snarky, immature teenager.

I was going to grow his baby, birth it, and raise it right. And, meanwhile, I was going to become everything he desired in a woman – a good girl on the outside, a wanton slave between the sheets.

I looked into his eyes and saw the inferno of a good, wholesome man who'd been deprived of what he deserved for too long. No man, however great, keeps himself waiting a second longer when he finally has the chance to take everything he's always wanted.

And Daddy did. Daddy had it in spades, rocking my little body so hard with his jackhammer thrusts that every inch of me wobbled.

My breasts flopped up and down like small grapefruits when he stormed into me and suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes, wondering what had happened, hating how he'd cut me off when I was right on the verge.

But then his muscles tensed around my legs, going from granite to titanium. My senses flipped and my legs spasmed just a second before I felt his first jet burst into me.

Daddy buried my screams in his, shaking from head to toe as he spilled his precious come at last. It spiraled into my womb, filling me deep, flooding ever higher until the excess trickled out around his jerking cock.

We remained wedged together for several minutes, slowly racking our bodies for the last of their pleasure. My legs had gone totally slack, and I came around to consciousness in Daddy's strong embrace.

“Lay back and rest, little girl. You did good.” He settled me next to him and pulled out of me.

Daddy's chest warmed me as he spooned me from behind, positioning his semi-soft erection at the head of my buttocks.

Without fully knowing why, I started crying. I held my thighs together tight.

I wouldn't allow a single drop of his seed to escape if I could help it. He gingerly reached across my neck, brushing away each tear.

The sensation felt like more than just wiping away wetness. Stroke by stroke, he put invisible pieces of me back in their place, changing me into something else.

Someone else.

I was fully spent and ready for sleep, but not him. My muscles tensed when Daddy's hands followed my curves, moving to my thighs and dipping into the soft crevice he'd filled so well.

“What now?” I murmured, too frozen by tiredness and lust to turn toward him.

“You're not a virgin anymore, Rachel. You're a grown woman in every way you can imagine. And we're gonna do exactly what adults do when they're steeped in passion and trying to make a baby. We're going to fuck all night.”





III: Pregnant and Reformed





Try as I might, I'll never remember every little detail of my first full night having sex with Daddy. The first time blazed itself into my brain, but all the other couplings that came after blurred together.

He spread my legs wide, lifting me onto his cock. Daddy sat up and touched his hands to my bound fingers, cradling my small body and plunging into me.