This is the continuation of the love story between Amy and Matthew, it is highly recommended that one reads the previous chapters, though not essential. Either way, I hope you enjoy it.
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Amy woke up in her large double-bed, the sun shining in through the open blinds, scattering rays of light around the room. The bedroom was not all that spacious, containing only the bed, two night-stands and a simple bureau. She smiled to herself as she looked over to her side, but no one was there. She figured he must've already gotten up to make breakfast. She stretched her arms and picked up her phone next to her, taking note of the time; 6:58, which left her with about an hour before she would need to head in for work. She yawned and jumped out of the bed, heading towards the kitchen.
As Amy stepped into the kitchen she first noticed the tall man at the stove like usual, the smell of breakfast wafting through the air. It was amazing how he never seemed to tire of cooking despite all the dishes he had to prepare at his job. She felt her heart swell just at the sight of him and despite the passionate love-making last night she already felt needy. She walked up to him, embracing him from behind, her naked breasts pressing against his shirt.
"Good morning, Daddy."
Amy felt him shiver and sigh softly. She delighted in making him feel wanted, feel loved. They had only lived in their new house for little more than a month, but she had never stopped wanting him, especially since she didn't have to restrain her moans and screams compared to the apartment.
"Good morning, sweetpea. Did you sleep well?"
Amy nodded and pressed herself closer, her hand moving up to her father's muscular chest inside the shirt.
"Yes, I did. I always do after we make love."
She spoke softly, sensually. The need to feel him was lighting a fire inside her, causing her sex to secrete juices in preparation for what she had planned. Matthew sighed.
"Amy, you could be late for work. Is this really a good idea?"
He didn't try to move away, and the slight quiver in his voice told her that she already had him. Her hands travelled downwards until they ended up at her father's belt buckle, the slim fingers scraping against the fabric where a bulge was already forming. Amy giggled as she felt him tremble at her touch, she found it very amusing how such a large man could be so sensitive. She stood on her toes and whispered in his ear.
"Then we'd better make it quick."
That was the final straw, and Matthew turned down the heat on the stove to let the breakfast still retain some of its warmth. He turned around slowly, coming face to face with his naked daughter and his eyes took in all of her form. He gave her a warm smile as he leaned in to kiss her. Like all the times before, there was no rush in the action, their tongues mingling and playing like two separate entities. As the kiss continued, Amy nimbly undid the belt buckle and unzipped the pants, letting her father's boxers come into view. As expected, the stiff shaft hidden behind the thin fabric was ready for her.
Amy broke the kiss and jumped up on the kitchen table, letting her back rest on the laquered wood. Spreading her legs, she put her now wet pussy on display, her eyes locked on the straining bulge below her father's waist.
"Give it to me, Daddy. You're the one that said we're short on time."
He smiled and pulled down his underwear, letting the erect member out of its prison. A small drop of pre-cum was already pushing its way out of the manhood, and Amy had to restrain herself to not get on her knees and lick the wonderful cock in front of her. Right now her pussy needed attention.
"You're absolutely beautiful, Amy. If a bit needy."
He chuckled lightly and aligned his stiff member with her wet slit. Amy looked at him and raised an eyebrow as she brought her fingers down to give her father easy access.
"And whose fault is that, hm? Could it be because I have a real stud in the house that really needs some tender care?"
Matthew gave her a soft smile and began to push his round head inside. He never tired of the feeling that was his daughter's snatch trying desperately to suck him inside.
"What did I ever do to deserve you, my dear daughter?"
Amy gasped as she felt him enter her slowly, lovingly like so many times before. She had to restrain from locking her legs around him and push him inside to the hilt in one fast motion. She absolutely loved how he treated her with such gentleness, but right now they were short on time. She gazed up at him, her nude body entirely open to her father.
"A question for another day, Daddy. Please, give it to me hard and fast. I need you to really fuck me right now..."
Matthew leaned closer and kissed his daughter softly. He was already pulling back, removing the head of his cock from her entrance.
"Tell me if I'm going too hard, alright?"
Amy nodded slowly and then her eyes widened as her mouth let out a loud gasp. He had pushed into her in one stroke, hilting inside and already knocking on her womb. She felt her first climax of the day approaching due to the sudden action, her soft walls clamping onto the invading manhood as hard as they could. She didn't have much time to recover as her father pulled about halfway out and then thrust back inside, his considerable strength being put into the act. It was like his restraints had come off, and after a few testing strokes he began to fuck her in earnest, and she could feel an animalistic energy coming from him. She could only gasp and moan as her father took her on their kitchen table, his large member stretching her open as her arousal mounted.
It didn't take long for Amy to reach her first orgasm, but her father didn't seem to be anywhere close to done. The hard thrusts kept coming, assaulting her insides like a battering ram trying to siege a keep, the keep being her fertile womb.
Amy was still on the pill, mostly out of habit than anything else, but the way her father now pounded her, took her like they were animals desperate to mate, to breed, instilled a new need in her. For a fleeting moment she wished that the pills had been inert, or that she had forgotten to take them.
"Sweetpea, am I being too rough?"
He spoke with tenderness even if he didn't slow his pace for even a second. Amy doubted that he could even if he wanted to.
"No, more! Give me more!"
She screamed into the kitchen as her father's cock continued to pound away inside her, the entire act so dirty in her mind. Here she was, first thing in the morning, being fucked by her father, the man she loved, on their kitchen table. It was like something out of a porno, but it was so very real. She reached another orgasm as the naughtiness of the situation hit her, the velvet walls squeezing the thrusting manhood even harder.
Amy saw his face contort from the pleasure surging through both of them and she heard his breathing get heavier.
"Amy, can't hold it..."
She locked her eyes with his and pushed out the words through gritted teeth.
"Cum! Give it to me!"
She tried to clamp onto him even harder, but it wasn't needed. With a loud roar he pushed as far as he could inside her, a large load of semen shooting out of his cock and past her womb's walls, flooding the small chamber with the white, sticky seed. They were both quivering as their respective orgasms flowed through them, and Amy was grateful for being on the table at that moment. She wouldn't have been able to stand as she simply laid there, a blissful expression on her face.
When the last few shots had left the now softening member Matthew pulled out slowly, taking a few steps back to lean against the counter. His cock was drenched in the combined results of the union, cum and pussy-juice dripping along the length.
