Daddy Dearest

He pushed into me again, making me moan.

“I shouldn’t,” he muttered. “I fucking shouldn’t. I’ll go to hell for this, I must be a fucking madman…”

“Please keep fucking me.” I didn’t recognize my own voice, it was so desperate. “Daddy please, please.”

“No condom,” he grunted. “Baby girl, you don’t deserve this…”

“I do,” I insisted. “I do deserve it, Daddy, please… I’m on birth control, you know I am…”

I remembered how mad he’d gotten when Mom told him I was on the pill. I’d started a few months ago, and Levi was pissed when he found out. I didn’t understand it back then… but now I hoped it was because he’d been jealous. He didn’t get upset when Amanda went on it a year earlier. Probably because he knew it was the best idea for her.

“Please, Daddy… I love it when you push inside me.”

He thrust again, and I moaned so loudly he reached for my mouth, but then changed his mind and grabbed me by the cheeks instead.

“Quiet,” he reminded me. “I’ll fuck you, as long as you stay quiet, Kendall. Okay?”

I looked up at him with my eyes like saucers. I nodded.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and my body reacted instantly.

Those words. Something about them.

My body twitched, my pussy squeezed.

Levi gave me a surprised look, then smiled to himself, as if he’d just won a bet with his own mind. And then he started to fuck me.

Not just a thrust here and there. He fucked me, really fucked me, moving in and out of my pussy while I shut my eyes and my mouth both. I didn’t moan. Just whimpered, trying to keep myself under control. I reached down with one of my hands, pinching myself hard every time he thrust inside me. It helped a little, the pain distracting me for a second so I wouldn’t moan and wake up the whole house.

“You’re perfect,” he said into my ear, and my back arched to bring me closer to him. “A perfect baby girl, a perfect slut. God, you’re fucking incredible.”

“Daddy,” I whispered. “Harder, please.”

“I shouldn’t,” he said, yet he did as I begged him to.

Rougher, stronger thrusts shocked my body into hyper-awareness. Somehow it stopped hurting and started feeling good. I was so out of it, my whole body went slack, and my pussy loosened up for him, letting him deeper until his cock was enveloped in my wetness. My eyes kept rolling back, as if I was about to pass out with each thrust. But I didn’t let it happen, I pushed the tide away every single time.

“Come on, Kendall,” Levi muttered into my ear. “Stop fucking fighting it. Let your pussy come on my dick.”

“Daddy, I…” I started, my words trailing off into nothing.

Was that what it was?

Was my body trying to come?

Was I fighting off orgasms?

I tried to relax. It felt so good, so fucking incredible to be fucked, to feel myself get stretched, to watch Levi on top of me, his eyes on mine and his hands in my hair. He kept driving into me, and I kept fighting it.

“Stop it,” he ordered me. “Fucking stop resisting it, baby girl. Stop it right now, I want to see you come.”

“No,” I whispered on instinct. “No, Daddy. Don’t make me.”

“I will,” he promised. “If I have to fuck you for the whole night, I’m going to do it, just so I can watch you come.”

My eyes shut tightly and he growled at me, his hand grabbing my throat again.

“Eyes FUCKING open,” he snarled, and I followed his orders because I was too scared not to. My vision was blurry, my eyes watering. “Look at me. Up at me. Into my eyes. If you close your eyes, I’ll never fuck you again. Never again. Got that, baby girl?”

I nodded helplessly.

“Good girl,” he said, and my body jerked again.

Levi chuckled to himself, then groaned as he drove into me again and again. I was so close to losing control. I felt lost already, utterly, completely lost as I stared into his eyes.

I felt it coming and I let out a cry and tried to push him off.

“No,” he growled. “Fucking no way, Kendall.”

He pushed deeper. So deep I was convinced he was in my fucking womb.

“Come,” he told me. “You better fucking let it happen. Be a good girl for Daddy, Kendall, fucking do it, don’t make me choke it out of you…”

“Daddy!” I cried out. “Daddy, choke me, please.”

His hand softened on my throat.

And then grabbed it tighter.

With both hands.

“Fucking come,” he said. “Right now. Look at me. Come for Daddy.”

I forced my eyes open, and it took all I had in me to keep it that way. I shivered, I almost started to cry again. He started pulling out and my body went fucking crazy. My mouth blabbed, my body resisted, my pussy tightening, squeezing, milking him. He looked down, shutting his eyes for a second, cursing to himself.