My Bully's Father

I’m a grown man; I should have more control be able to leave the poor girl alone to heal, but when I looked over this morning at saw a face next to mine in bed for the first time in years, something inside me clicked. I realized that I wanted more of that, of us.

I wanted more nights like the one we just shared. No more waiting for lunch breaks and sneaking in a fuck while my daughter is out of the house. I haven’t done anything wrong and shouldn’t have to hide that I’d found someone.

I see now that I’ve spoiled my daughter. I let her get away with a lot, especially after the accident when it was brought home to me that I am the only parent she has left, and even though she was at the age where she was ready to set off to college on her own, she was still my little girl.

When she begged and pleaded with me to let her mother stay, I’d hated the idea, but in the end, I gave in because I wanted her to go off and have the college experience without worrying about her mother.

But what’s stopping me from going on with my life now? Darla had graduated and was pretty much on her way out the door. In fact, I’d given her more than enough money and support that she could be out on her own now, and that’s before she’d got her first job, not that she was looking.

I’d let my daughter get used to the idea of running to me to fix everything in her life, and I’m sure there will be some static once the relationship between Jenna and I becomes known, but why should that be? Why can’t I go on with my life and live for me for once?

So it was with those thoughts and more and a clear indication of what needed to come next that I’d made my way down beneath the covers for my first taste of morning loving. Now with that out of the way, my mind was playing around with other ideas. Things I’d never have thought of doing before.

“I’m calling out for you today. We’re taking the day off.” She looked up at me in surprise, and she very well should; it’s only since she came into my life that I’ve given myself the leisure to not give a damn about work. “Come on, let’s go. I think we should drive down to the coast. I grabbed my phone on the way to the bathroom and checked my messages.

Once, I was sure that there hadn’t been an emergency, and Darla-Sue’s messages consisted of asking where I was; I just sent off a text telling her not to expect me for the weekend before turning it off.

I snagged Jenna’s hand as soon as she came into the bathroom and dragged her into the shower with me. It wasn’t long before I had her bent over with her hands holding up the wall while I drilled her hard from behind. I’m waiting for the novelty to wear off. To get to the point where fucking her every day for the last two weeks starts to get old. But instead, each time I take her, that draw, her pull, gets stronger.

I planted my feet and pulled her harder onto my cock, knowing that I had to be causing her pain. I can tell from the different sounds she makes and what angle I’m at. If I fuck into her sweet spot, it hurts her, but the pleasure far outweighs the pain. When I butt against her womb, it’s a different kind of pain, but she takes it anyway because she knows that’s when I’m looking for the kill shot. The one that’s going to plant my seed and breed her tight little pussy.

GENEVIEVE

S ex, sex, and more sex, I think I’m all fucked out. But each time, I tell myself that all he has to do is smile at me in that way of his and my pussy answers. It’s not just my pussy that hurts; it’s places deep inside as well. Especially when he does what he just did in the shower. His ‘womb fucks’ as he calls it, can leave me feeling like my body has been detached.

I expect sex with him to hurt, I mean, he’s longer than my damn arm, but I thought by now I’d have gotten used to it. Oh well, at least I get to cum lots while bringing him closer to me. I stepped out of the shower gingerly while he smirked and smacked my ass. Oh yes, my ass, I’m reminded that I have one more thing he wants.

I hammed it up and took my time rubbing lotion into the globes while he watched in the mirror as he shaved. I pretended not to know he was looking as I bent over, giving him the perfect shot of my fuzzy pussy squeezed between my thighs. I knew I had him when I heard the razor drop before he fumbled it off.