“We can’t. You’re mother…”
“Isn’t here,” I whispered, dragging my nails over his chest. “Please.”
He swallowed. I watched his adam’s apple bob. Then I sat up and I kissed his neck, and he growled hungrily and pressed me into the bed, wrapping his arms around me. A shocked gasp escaped my throat and a thrill ran up my spine when I felt the hard heaviness of his cock against my leg, pressing through his pants.
My hand moved down his body, tracing over the soft skin and coarse gray hair. I slid my hand under the elastic and felt for the waist of his boxers and slipped my hand inside. The heat was intense this close to his body, like sticking my hand in an oven. I put my hand on the flat of his belly and ran it down until I could close my fingers around his shaft.
He was enormous, even bigger hard than he had been before. I couldn’t fit my fingers around it, it was so thick. The head filled my palm. He groaned and his body jerked from the shock of my explorations. He settled on top of me, his warm body pressing against my stomach, trapping my hand under him. I gripped his cock tightly and felt it pulse in my grasp.
Gently, he freed my hand. He took both of my wrists and pinned them back beside my head, holding them down. My fingers twitched and curled as he kissed me roughly, forcing his tongue into my mouth, exploring before he pulled away and kissed down my neck again, this time moving lower. Pinned down, all I could do was writhe under him as his warm moist lips closed around my nipple and sucked, hard.
I groaned and arched my back and pressed up into him, feeling his chest slide against my stomach. He kissed all around my chest, and when he found the sensitive skin under my breast I cried out and my arms moved. I wanted to seize his head and pin him there, but his grip was too strong on my wrists. He continued to hold me down as he moved lower, and only let go as his lips moved over the tight, quivering skin of my stomach.
My legs fell open, the tension easing out of them as my hips canted up and I exposed myself. He let to of my wrists so he could run his fingers over my lower stomach and the insides of my thighs, lightly, tracing little electric trails in the darkness as I closed my eyes and gave into the sensation. My pussy was throbbing, and I let out a girlish squeak when his finger brushed over my lips.
“Your bush is cute,” he said.
My eyes snapped open. “What?”
He shoved his face in my crotch, mouth open. I jerked upright and slammed back down into the bed as his tongue traced over my pussy lips and up over my clit. I folded my arms around myself, suddenly feeling cold and exposed.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, “Fuck me Dadd. Please.”
He lifted up, licking his lips. He brushed his chin with the back of his hand.
“Tell me how you want it.”
“Give it to me the way Mom likes it,” I whispered. “Like last night.”
He lifted up and shimmied out of his sweats and they fell on the floor. His gigantic rod was bouncing against his belly, heavy with its hardness. I rolled over onto my stomach, pulling the towel under me. This was going to be wet.
“Are you sure?” he said.
I nodded. My throat was too tight with excitement to speak. I felt so exposed with my ass turned up to him. I started to move but he shifted over me and trapped my legs together, squeezing mine between his. He leaned over me and found my wrists and pinned my hands down next to my head.
“You have a tight little ass,” he growled, moving towards me. I felt his cock sliding against my thigh, then the big heavy heat of the thick head pressed into my entrance and I let out a sharp gasp.
“You want it?”
“I want it,” I croaked, nodding, bouncing my chin on the bed.
“Say please.”
“Please, Daddy, give it to me.”
Holding my wrists down, he stretched, spreading over me, and the motion pushed him against me. My teeth clenched and my eyes shot open, the sting of first tears matching the sting as he entered me, his enormous cock spreading me apart. I sank into the bed, moaning from the feeling of his enormous manhood pulling me open as he slid inside.
Slow. He went so slow, barely moving at all. I could feel his whole body tensing as he pushed into me. Straining to hold back and straining to push through the tightness of my body all at once. With his hands locked around my wrist I gathered up the sheets in my fists and clenched them tightly.
Finally his weight lowered onto my back and pressed me into the bed. I felt his lips inches away from my ears, his hot breath on my cheek.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
I nodded.
He rocked his hips, slowly at first, then faster, grinding into me, his cock reaching deep inside me, so huge and so filling. He let go of one of my wrists and his arm snaked under my body, then the other, and he held me around the waist as one hand slipped between my legs.