The words had made every small hair on Brittany's body stand on end, had made goose pimples raise upon her skin, lightly prickling every inch of her body and making her gasp. She looked up into her fathers eyes with a warmth and adoration, a neediness to make him hers forever.
Her mouth hung open, her tongue lolled out slightly as she panted for breath. The two locked in a passionate embrace as their eyes maintained each others gaze.
Damian was moving slowly, gently sliding the entire length in and out of Brittany in a gentle, methodical rhythm which drove the pair of them wild. He was so good, she could feel how he slid almost all the way out - felt as his girth reduced ever-so-slightly as she felt only the tip inside of her and then, that fulfilling fullness as he allowed her the entirety of his thick member inside of her teen hole.
Each gentle thrust sent electric bolts of romantic energy to her extremities. Made her mouth hang open and her eyes roll back. Made her want to tell him she loved him again and again.
Then, he kissed her once more. Their lips locked, his tongue slipping into her mouth. His thrusts ceasing for a moment as he remained hilted deep inside of her, his balls resting again her as they made out. She kissed him back harder. Her desperation and neediness spilling through into her actions as their tongues danced. Her hands gripped at his back, so rough, she needed him so badly. She felt as she scratched him, felt him tense up and then kiss her harder. Felt as he pulled back and slammed his cock inside of her, making her moan into his mouth.
Another scratch. Another thrust.
"fkk..mgmh.." she gurgled into his mouth as her tongue slipped back - retreating to the safety of her own mouth, "plf... pleas.." her words muffled as he continued to kiss her.
Despite the gibberish escaping her lips, despite the muffled sounds that barely escaped their locked lips, Damian knew exactly what she was saying.
'Please fuck me.'
His hand slipped up her body and coiled softly around her throat, choking her a little harder than he had earlier as he looked down into her eyes. She gasped as she felt her breath cut off, looked up at him with an ultimately submissive expression.
"My back is bleeding," he said calmly, his other hand tracing her body. His cock hilted inside of her once more, "will you apologize?"
She shook her head quickly, her fingers digging into his back harder. A mischievous smile on her lips despite the rough hand around her throat. He tightened his grip and her smile widened, her nails dug in deeper making him wince.
"You're a little fucking brat." he said, spitting the words slightly. She nodded her head as much as his grip would allow her. She wanted him mad - wanted him to fuck her hard and angry.
Then, he thrust once more. Giving her a taste of how deep his hard, thick cock reached inside of her. Forced a breathy moan from her lips as she struggled to pass air through her throat. The thrust made her own grip tighten, made the man wince once more. He thrust again and again, making her entire body rise and fall, up and down the white motel sheets as her father fucked her.
She could feel it - an intense warmth brewing deep inside of her. Her toes curled as the feeling spread, as she was pushed to her next orgasm. His thrusts were rough but slow and she desperately wanted him to speed up, to fuck her until she was a blubbering, cumming mess beneath him.
His thrusts gradually got faster as he stared down into her eyes. A steely gaze which made her look away. The grip on her throat did not loosen as he fucked her, harder and harder.
"Is this what you wanted, you little brat?" he asked through gritted teeth as his thrusts built up to a euphoric rhythm, it was like he knew exactly how to push her buttons, "you wanted daddy to fuck you like this, mmm?"
She wanted to scream it - yes daddy - yes fuck me like that - instead her words came out in moans and screams as that overwhelming feeling rocked her body and finally she began to cum again. Shaking beneath him.
Damian felt as his own overwhelming feeling came - he was going to finish and soon, he was fucking her so fast and he just couldn't stop as she came beneath him. He leaned down and kissed her hard, his fingers leaving her throat and instead caressing her face as he kissed her. Brittany's body still shaking lightly, tensed up from the orgasm when she felt her fathers cock pulse and throb, felt as he shot his cum deep inside of her fertile young cunt. Felt as his hand held her face so softly, how his other hand stroked her body. How every inch of her needed this man in that moment, how she accepted his cum so readily - his approval and love pouring out all over her.
The pair remained there entwined for what felt like hours. Their bodies pressed tightly together as they caught their breath. Her hand stroked his back, felt the light scratches she had given him and the drying blood that had trickled from them. There wasn't much there, she could not believe she had done this to him.. but then again, she also couldn't believe that she had just let her father fuck her.
Damian's cock was softening inside of her, his breathing was shallow and his mind was working hard. He did not understand the emotions he felt for this girl, by now he normally would have found an excuse to leave - or perhaps he'd have her on her knees cleaning his cock for round two. Instead, he felt the intense desire to clean up and climb into bed with her. To cuddle and caress her. To wake up alongside her - his little girl.
Yet, she wasn't his little girl. This was just a role-play, just a bit of fun. She was just a random slut he had picked up at the bar. Right?
"You should get cleaned up." he said suddenly, breaking the silence.
"Oh, yeah." she replied, surprised. He moved to let her climb up and watched her stand, naked in the darkness. She looked back at him, biting her lip.
"You're not going to leave, are you?" she asked.
"Of course not."
He could see how her lips twitched in the darkness - the hint of a smile, before she turned and left him, heading into the motel bathroom.
He debated pulling on his clothes and making his exit, but after some thought, he instead climbed up the bed and under the covers, the sheets reaching just below his belly button. When he saw Brittany emerge from the bathroom, the moonlight reflecting off of her pale skin, he felt his cock twitch once more as he found himself wondering again why he felt so attracted to her - and not only on a physical level.
She shyly climbed into the bed beside him and the pair lay there, both completely naked and inches apart beneath the sheets.
"Will you hold me?" she said finally. He looked over, and smiled.
"Sure thing." he replied, as he watched her turn over to face away from him.
He moved in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and finding her own forearm to hold with it. His toned chest pressed against her back, his thick, flaccid cock resting softly against her bare ass. His hand brushed her hair out of his face, as he lay on the pillow thoughtfully.
