Daddy's Dirty Girl: Bred by My Daddy 4 (taboo breeding sex) (6 page)

A tiny bit further and I knew I couldn’t take
anymore without screaming or squealing or writhing around or all
three. I twisted my neck and grabbed the blanket between my teeth
to muffle my voice. Once I had it stuffed in my mouth, I screamed
“Fuck my ass! Please! Fuck your little girl’s ass as hard as you
can!” With an iron grip around his cock, I tugged my fingers
touched my body.

Almost all the way in. So close, so
close...

White, agonizing, delicious, terrible,
ecstatic painful pleasure shot all the way up to my scalp and down
to my toes. He pulled back until his prick was halfway out. He
shoved forward again. Every push, every move he made, sent burning
lust up my body in a fiery path between my tits and up my neck.

Again he pulled back and stroked forward,
harder, and deeper. Each pump brought his body nearer and nearer to
mine. I reached down and grabbed at Peter’s dick again, trying to
get him to shove in all the way, to push so far that his balls
rested against me.

“Baby girl, you’re so tight, I can’t... I
can’t believe how good you feel.”

That made me smile. “You deserve whatever I
can do for you.”

Grabbing my waist in his hands, Peter
squeezed me tight and pushed his cock deep again, so close to all
the way. I let out another squeal. He drew back and thrust in.

I watched his face, eyes half-open, lost in
bliss for what seemed like a wonderful eternity. Each time he
pulled back, he left a void inside that ached for his return, and
when he did, moments after, shove back in, a flood of energy
followed him inside me. Finally, there was no pain left; only
aching, longing, wonderful pleasure.

Peter started to say something, but then his
breath caught in his chest and he had to get control of himself
again. He stopped moving entirely and let his pulse decrease a
little before swallowing hard and ramming his cock deep again. Once
it was all the way in, my whole body filled with my daddy’s dick,
he stayed motionless.

“Baby girl, I’m sorry, but I,” he breathed
again, pulled back and slammed in again, “I’m not gonna last much
longer, you just feel so good.”

“You’re not,” I gasped, “you’re not the only
one.”

Letting my legs drop off his shoulders and
putting them around his waist I tried to lock my ankles together,
but couldn’t quite do it. Still, he seemed to get the idea.

One hard, brutally deep fuck-stroke after
another drove inside my sweetly sore asshole, and Peter’s head
rolled back and forth on his shoulders. He squeezed my waist so
hard, so desperately, that I already felt the bruises.

His mouth hung open, and he stared directly
at my eyes as he pumped his hips back and forth like a machine. I
tried again to lock my ankles behind his back, but it was no good,
and besides, by that time, I was so raw and so close to climax that
if I squeezed anything, I was afraid I would explode.

He took a deep breath and held it. I saw the
cords stand up in his neck, he clenched his jaw. He shoved in once
more and held his cock deep inside me. I felt his balls pull up
against his shaft and he hunched forward, holding himself up with
fists on either side of my head.

I watched him as I sucked in a breath that
hissed over my teeth. His eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttered. And
then, just as his cock swelled up inside me, once again stretching
my asshole around him, and I felt the very first trickle of warmth
from his cock, I involuntarily cupped my hand around my mound,
shoved three fingers deep, grinded my palm against my clit, and
started to moan sounds I had never heard before.

My pussy gripped my fingers and my pucker
started milking my Peter’s twitching rod. I felt it jump inside me,
twitch once or twice, and then he groaned as a hot, sticky eruption
filled me up.

Every muscle in my body seemed to seize up
and once, and squeeze. So tight, my whole body felt so tight that I
couldn’t move, even if I wanted.

For a half-second that felt like a whole
lifetime, the world stopped moving. My entire being clenched around
my daddy’s spurting cock. The first drop of cum slid out of me and
onto the sheets. He groaned again, louder than before, and rammed
hard inside me, pushing a wonderfully hot mess out of me.

The sensations in my pussy quickly became too
much. I had to stop. I just had to stop. As I writhed and
unsuccessfully tried to squelch my moaning screams, I reached down
as far as I could, collected a finger full of cum, and shoved it
up, back around his dick, and inside my cunt. I didn’t want to lose
any, didn’t want to lose a drop.

He pumped again, and started to pull out of
me, his cock red, twitching and exhausted. I caught a little more
and slid it up inside my pussy, and just when my fingers brushed
against my sex, I lost all control. The tension build up between my
legs, that gripped my belly and crept up my chest, all burst at
once. Torrents of white energy, heat, and raw sex flooded my mind,
and my body relaxed, completely, into a convulsing release.

***

Peter emerged moments later from the bathroom
with a pair of what seemed to be steaming-hot towels in one hand,
and my robe in the other.

“Let me see that leg,” he said, and took my
ankle in his hand, gently lifting it into the air. He slid the
towel all the way down in one slow motion. Over my cleft, then back
up the other side it went. He finished with a soft massage on the
bottoms of both feet.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?”

All I could do was moan and chew my lip.

Tossing the one towel aside, he used the
other one to cleanse my belly, chest and neck before I grabbed his
hands and nuzzled my face into the soft warmth.

I crawled back up the bed and he yanked the
sweat-and-sex soaked comforter off. After rooting around in the
linen cubby under the bed for a minute, he reappeared and swooshed
another one, goose down this time, over me like a stage magician
with one of those red capes. I had to giggle at that one.

He nestled in beside me, an arm under my
head, and started to whisper sweet little nothings to me, but I’m a
little embarrassed to admit that I was already dozing off and
before long, completely knocked out.

The one thing I remember him saying before I
was totally out was something that swam through my dreams that
night.

“Daddy’s little girl,” echoed through my
mind.

My dreams were of soft things, that night.
Not of anxious things, or nervous things.

All night I drifted from cloud to cloud –
soft, pink and fluffy, it seemed like everything was. There were no
people in my dream that night, just softness and an overwhelming
sense of safety. Security.

Soft, safe, and comfortable.

“Daddy’s little princess,” he said. “Little
princess.”

I don’t know many princesses quite as naughty
as this one, but then again, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

***

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