A minute later, the tip of his cock was brushing between her legs, her wetness sliding over his shaft as he moved against her, teasing his way towards her entrance. She shuffled her hips, swaying back to try and draw him in. He seemed oblivious, taking his time to stroke over her until she couldn’t help but beg him, “Please fuck me, Papa,” she muttered, spreading her legs and looking back at him. “Please.”
“Hush, little Abbey,” he replied, moving the tip to her entrance and then sliding gloriously forwards. As he moved into her, she felt the heat of his flesh on her inner walls, spreading and widening as her wetness helped him glide ever deeper. She had expected the size of him to hurt her but instead she just felt fuller than she ever had, a sensation she wanted to last forever.
He pulled all the way back and then he was inside her again, a movement that turned her mind to jelly, she was aching for him to enter her, then too full of him then needing him again. All the time he kept moving, his hand going to the plug, tugging and turning it in place, making her cry out with noises she’d never heard herself make before, guttural, animal sounds of pure lust.
She began pushing back against him, making him move faster, knowing what was coming. She moved one hand under herself to her clit, remaining in place with the other balanced on the windowsill. Touching her clit eased the ache just enough but in seconds the ache was back, the need was back, the want was back. She stroked her nub for mere seconds as he slammed into her and then a climax hit her that was more powerful than any she’d ever had in her life.
Her legs gave way and it was only the swift movement of his hands to her hips that kept her from collapsing to the floor. Her whole body shook with the power of it, her eyes losing their focus, her mouth open, her core filled with spreading contractions of heat that moved through her body whilst he continued to thrust into her.
A second orgasm hit before the first had even faded away, then a third. Still he kept moving, faster and faster. “I can’t take it,” she muttered. “It’s too much.”
“Should I stop?” he asked, pausing inside her.
“No,” she replied, pushing her hips back at him. “Never stop, for God’s sake, never stop fucking me.”
He rammed home into her, grinding against her hips, his shaft twitching inside her. She didn’t let him stop, pulling off him and turning to face him, kissing him frantically, her body pressed against his. Together they fell to the floor and then he was in her again, his body crushing hers as he stared down into her eyes, his face a picture of lust. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he said, slamming into her again and again, her body matching his motions until his mouth fell open and a groan emerged. “Oh fuck.” He buried himself in her and she felt his cock moving inside her, a spurt of his cum gushing deep into her as he remained perfectly still. She wrapped her legs round his back, her arms round his shoulders, pulling him down onto her, holding him close, never wanting to let him go ever again. “Thank you, Papa,” she said, kissing him softly as his eyes blinked open. “Thank you so much.”
Chapter Thirteen
Abbey’s father walked into the house, wincing as if not sure what was awaiting him in there. His features changed when he saw a perfect home waiting for him. The bookcases were filled, the furniture in place, there was not a single box to be seen. “Abbey?” he shouted, putting his case down. “Are you here?”
“Father!” she shouted, running downstairs and throwing her arms around him. “You’re back.”
“You seem in a very good mood,” he replied, hugging her back. “Village life must be good for you. You look full of the joys of Spring. And you’ve tidied too.”
“I’m just happy to see you. Come through, I’ll make you a coffee.”
“You’ll make me a coffee? Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?”
“Stop it,” she pouted, flicking the kettle on. “How was your trip? Everything all right?”
“Yes, thank you,” he said, frowning slightly as he looked at her. “Are you feeling guilty? Have you had a wild party or something while I was away?”
“Nothing of the sort.”
“What have you been up to then?”
“Oh, nothing much.”
“Really? Did you get to know some of the locals like I suggested?”
“I did.” She grinned broadly.”
“And they liked you?”
“Eventually. In fact, I’m going out for tea at one of their houses this evening.”
“Oh, really. What’s her name?”