“Daddy you’re so big,” I whisper. “I feel like you’re going to break me.”
“And you’d like that don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, watching a muscle in his face twitch every time I say the ‘D’ word. I love letting him know he’s in charge. Love letting him know I trust him with all parts of my life. And love this little game that doesn’t feel like a game at all.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”
Expecting him to slide out and back in, I’m shocked when he pushes in further. It’s only then I realize he was only about halfway in, and now he’s completely seated, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against my womb.
“Oh, Daddy. You’re so deep, so hard. Do you need a condom because I might be young, but I think you’re going to get me pregnant.”
“You are young, but you’re eighteen. You’re an adult. And you can make your own decisions.” He pauses. “And Daddy made his. He’s not wearing a condom for a reason because he’s been saving this special seed his whole life, to plant inside you. He just never knew it until he came here and found you.”
My stomach tightens more and I feel my muscles spasming.
“You want to carry Daddy’s baby, little girl? Show the entire world who you belong to? Make the perfect baby from the perfect pregnancy from the primo load of Daddy’s come?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want that.”
I feel so dirty and so perfectly heavenly at the same time. Our words border on vulgar but what could be purer than two people who want to create a life, a baby, together?
“Then hold on, sweetheart,” he says, leaning back in so I can wrap my arms around his neck as his hands clench my hips.
My grip doesn’t hold for a second.
Giovanni lets loose and starts claiming me like the world’s going to end tomorrow and I’m the last woman on earth. My body goes limp as I flop like a rag doll, my hands searching for anything to grab ahold of and failing.
He’s making me his, breaking me just like he said he would, and my body feels completely boneless as he takes me to a place I didn’t know existed.
My middle tightens as he slams into me, the springs of the bed squeaking wildly with every thrust.
“I can’t last much longer so I need you to come, piccolina. Come on Daddy’s cock. Put your juices all over my dick.”
Yet again his permission is all I need and everything inside me releases and I cover his cock in my cream, sending him into an immediate climax as we reach ecstasy together.
“Daddy!” I scream out as he fills me with his warm gift, my body absorbing everything.
And just as quickly as it started it stops, his body jerking a few more times as he unleashes aftershocks and then collapses on top of me.
Suddenly there’s a loud knocking on the door followed by, “Is everything okay in there?”
Gio’s eyes go wide as he tries to ease off me in a way that doesn’t cause the bed to squeak but fails miserably.
“I’m coming in, sweetheart,” my dad calls out.
“I’m naked, dad. Wait.”
I grab for a pair of boy shorts and a tank top and quickly throw it on, wondering if my body is literally leaking from Gio’s explosion.
Slowly I open the door and my dad shoots me an awkward eye.
“I heard you cry out my name. Is everything okay?”
I rack my brain, wondering what the heck he’s thinking then realize exactly what he heard. I suppress the urge to laugh and reply with, “Just a bad dream.”
“The bed was really shaking. It sounded like an exorcism was happening in here like someone was removing evil spirits from your body.”