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Harder, harder, Liz. Squeeze him as hard as you can.
The first time I constricted around him, Peter made a soft moaning sound and smiled. The second time, he shivered with pleasure and drove forward until half of him was buried inside my snatch.
“Nothing in the world feels better than having you inside me, daddy,” I said with wide-open eyes and a lip between my teeth. Even though I’d just squirted, his cock still had to stretch inside me. “It feels so good to stretch around you, especially when I squeeze.”
He put a hand underneath my ass. A finger on each side massaged the place where my legs join my hips. For some reason, just his pressing there almost brought me to the brink of another explosion. I started breathing hard, and the sex-flush crept back up my belly. Peter grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.
No more pressing, not for a moment anyway. He dragged his cock out of my body, leaving a void, and then stuffed it back in halfway. The whole time, he stared straight into my eyes.
I dropped a hand between my legs and balled my fist around his shaft, just like I did before. This time though, I pumped him from the base to where my pussy gripped him. Slowly at first, then harder and faster, adding a twist every now and then that made his eyes close halfway and glaze over.
Between the little shoves he made into me, the hard jerks with my fist and my writhing pussy muscles, I was sure my daddy would not be able to last very long. I made up my mind right then and there that I was not going to stop until he lost control and filled me. The thought occurred that I had just started ovulating again after having Davis. The idea that my daddy might put another baby inside me was a little scary, but also a little exciting.
Probably wouldn’t happen anyway, not yet at least. Still though...
Almost like he sensed my drifting thoughts, my daddy ran a sex-slicked finger up my body and circled the nipple that he kept eyeing. He wanted to suck, I could tell. After a moment, he pinched and gave me a little massaging squeeze before driving his cock a deeper and pressing his lips to mine.
When our mouths touched, he shoved his cock forward again, almost all the way. I gasped and he wrestled his tongue between my teeth, swirling it around mine and hooking my lower lip gently as he withdrew.
I watched his eyes as they moved up and down my body. I knew what he was watching. First, his gaze settled on my sweet, tight pussy as his girth in, and then pulled backwards. The dim florescent bulb in the laundry room made a ghostly sort of light that glinted off the juice that covered his cock. He paused when his tool was all the way out and grinned when I reach down and rubbed his tip against my clit before directing him back to my hole.
Deeper he went, deeper, until his heavy, warm balls came to rest against me. So long that he almost touched the backmost part of my sex, and so thick that I was constantly amazed he didn’t split me in half, my beautiful, loving daddy pulled back away then rammed home again, sending a delicious thrill up my spine and driving an “Oh!” from my lips.
“I want... I want you... like this.” Peter grunted, wrapping both arms around me and lifting me into the air. He pumped his hips, shoving that cock deep, and kicked some clothes out of the way before sitting down on the ground, my legs on top of his.
“Wrap those legs around me, baby girl. I want to be as close to you as I possibly can.”
I did just as he said, locking my ankles behind his back. Gripping my legs together made my pussy even tighter and shoved his prick deeper. Also, from this angle I was able to grind my aching clit against his muscular body.
Peter let me take control for a few seconds, obviously enjoying the thrusting of my hips and how my sex slid up and down, milking him the whole way in and the whole way out.
My daddy started to say something, but his voice caught in his throat when I went all the way down him and rested with my tits pressed against his chest, a tiny wet spot growing on the front of my overly tight shirt. Holding me against him with one arm, he slid the shirt up my body and off me, finally letting the draft from the open window near us kiss and cool my skin. Two more drops of sweat dripped down my neck, ran between my breasts and finally came to rest where our bodies met.
We stayed still, my daddy – my lover, and I, for a few precious, silent moments. Then he kissed me again on the side of my neck near my jaw and I felt his cock stir. He drew a deep breath, held it and then let it out as he pushed upwards again, filling every inch of my being.
I shuddered as he touched me with his lips, fluttery kisses trailing up my neck to my jaw, then to my chin and then down my body. Leaning backwards, I gave him room to nuzzle between my breasts, kiss them, and pleasure them.
Finally, finally, he put his mouth back on my nipple, turned a tight little circle with
his tongue and sucked my little peak between his lips. At first, he nibbled ever so gently and just licked. Around, over the top, back and forth he went. So dedicated was he that his hips stopped moving, his cock ceased to pump in and out of me, but I didn’t notice. All I knew was that his suckles on my tit and the tiny drops of milk coming out of me felt like nothing else in the world.
Peter is the security blanket that I cling to when I’m scared or when I hear a noise outside. He’s the one man in the entire world that I’ve always relied on, and the one I know I always can rely on for as long as I live. All of that was real in those beautiful moments with his mouth on me, his hands caressing my back, and his cock so deep inside me that it was a little hard to tell where one body ended and the other began.
I didn’t realize that my eyes had been closed until I opened them and saw my daddy gazing up at me with his mouth still locked around my nipple.
He started to move again. I moaned an urgent, breathy sound as he began to rock back and forth. As our bodies slid against one another in our private, almost silent dance, that same heat began to rise again. The tension started to fill my body more and more with every passing second.
Closing my eyes again and letting my daddy take control, I was utterly helpless in his arms. I squeezed my legs together as hard as I possibly could, driving his cock painfully, wonderfully deep.
I listened for a moment to the sound of his slick skin inside my body. Intoxicated by the smell of our sweat and sex, another groaning “mmm...” dripped from my lips as I clutched my daddy’s head to my breast and relished the feeling of my milk trickling out of me and into him.
The hand on my lower back dipped underneath my body. He circled my pucker gently with the tip of a finger, and then slid it in, turning tiny circles. I squealed a little, which made him chuckle.
All at once, the sticky heat radiating up from my sex began to flirt with tingles from my nipple. My body came alive with desire, and I think my daddy noticed. I clutched him to me, gripped him with my legs. He shoved his cock in deep and hard, ramming it against the back of my cunt and making my juice drip down his sack and onto the floor underneath. As he thrust, Peter took his mouth off my tit and leaned his head back. A little dribble of milk ran down his chin.
“Uhn... oh my God, Liz, you feel so good. I can’t take much more, you’re making your daddy cum. Oh this pussy is so tight. Squeeze me again, squeeze this big cock. Where do you want me to cum? Want all this sticky jizz inside you? Do you want your daddy to fill you up?”
Each time Peter shoved in, I met him in the middle, jamming my hips down as he pushed up. I was so close, dangling on the edge of another climax, and to know that he was right there with me was incredible. He pulled the finger out of my clenching ass and braced me against his body with both arms. I wrapped mine around his neck.
