“Yes,” he grunted, looking back at me. My lashes were fluttering furiously. “That’s right, like that, Kendall. Such a fast learner. Such a good girl.”
I spasmed. I felt something squirt out of me, and we both looked down between my legs.
His cock was fucking covered in me. He wasn’t just wet, he was soaked in my juices. I felt so embarrassed, so ashamed, I wanted to cry.
“Jesus fucking shit, Kendall,” Levi breathed. “Look at that, look at what you did…”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered and he growled, pushing his cream-covered cock back inside me, making me howl as quietly as I could.
“Stop,” he told me, his voice gentle. Out of breath. He choked me as he drove into me now. Choked the breath right out of me. “Stop fighting, just come for me, baby girl. That’s right, just look at Daddy and let your pretty pussy come on me, just like that, come on, be a good little girl. Just for me, just let go, just… Fuck, baby girl, just. Like. That.”
I couldn’t make a sound. I could barely see him. He pulled out. All the way. Stared at my shaking body. And then fucked his whole length into me.
So deep.
I felt him past my pussy. I felt him in my womb, I felt him in my stomach. I felt him in every inch of my body.
Too deep.
“Baby girl,” he whispered, his cock twitching inside me. It felt incredible. “Right now. No more waiting. Daddy’s not patient anymore.”
“D-daddy,” I stuttered. “I’m s-scared.”
“Let go,” he grunted. His cock throbbed. He pushed. Pushed past every barrier. I wanted to scream. “Fucking COME for Daddy.”
I whimpered. My pussy clenched. My nails dug into his arms. He choked me harder. Suddenly there was no breath left, and I couldn’t speak. I could just…
Let go.
His hands moved from my throat and over my mouth, because I was screaming.
I felt it when he came. I felt his cock spurting into my womb and I knew if I wasn’t on birth control he’d knock me up, because he was so fucking deep. I stared into his eyes, and he stared into mine. And he wasn’t just a man. He was my daddy, my Levi, the man who held me when I cried, the man who helped me study for finals. He was the one who grounded me, the one who cared for me when Mom didn’t. I cried out into his palm and let go of every last shred of dignity.
I felt my body coming with his. I’d never felt anything like it. Being in complete sync, letting go of everything and placing it all in his palm to do whatever the hell he wanted with me. Feeling him tighten his grip on my mind, on my pussy, on my mouth. My eyes on his, my pussy getting his cock off, his tip leaking into me. Filling me. I couldn’t stop. There was no way I could stop.
He broke eye contact, his head falling down on my chest and I clawed at him.
“More,” I said hungrily. I barely recognized my own voice. “More, now, Daddy more, more right now.”
He thrust slowly, so much slower than before. I stared at the stars on the ceiling that he’d put up for me, and I came again, and it was incredible.
“Don’t pull out,” I begged. “Keep it there. Daddy, please. You don’t have to fuck me, just keep it inside me.”
He grunted and grabbed my tits, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
It happened again. This time, I arched my back until he had my whole breast in his mouth. I wound my fingers into his hair, and I begged with no shame at all.
And then, in the middle of my moaning, he pushed me down, and pulled his cock out so slowly I almost came again.
I looked down.
My pussy leaked a single drop, spurted his cum out in one go, and then closed around the rest so tightly I wasn’t sure he’d ever fit into me again.
I’d never felt fuller in my life.
I still felt him inside me.
I felt his cum warming me up, and I stared at Levi with my mouth open, my mind reeling.
“Daddy,” I whispered, pushing myself up, parting my legs until my pussy made a sound so embarrassing I blushed. “Daddy, don’t go.”
He stared at me, his cock still hard and still so enormous just looking at it was scary. He was covered, from his balls to the tip. Covered in… me.
“Kendall,” he said roughly. “I shouldn’t have, I fucking shouldn’t have.”
I moved towards him.
Tried to tell him it was okay.
And then I saw the stained bed. Big, bloody stains all over my sheets. I stared at them with my heart pounding.
“Is that n-normal?” I asked shakily, and he nodded, barely able to look at me.
I needed Levi in that moment. Not to fuck me. To comfort me.