Page 5 of Bedtime Secrets
I thrust into her tight hole over and over. She’s lax on the bed, and although I should be gentle, I can’t control myself. Not after having to hold back all these years. Why should I? I deserve this.
“I do everything for you,” I tell her as my strokes become rougher. “This is all you have to do in return. Spread your soft thighs and let Daddy work out his frustrations.”
Her eyes are barely open now, but I know she sees what I’m doing to her. She’s getting wetter by the second, and I feel her squeezing my cock. She’s going to cum again. If she does it while my dick is still inside her, I know I won’t be able to pull out.
This is so risky. I was testing fate earlier when I came just inside her opening. If I do it now, it will be so, so deep. There’s a chance I could get her pregnant. Then everyone would know what she’s been doing. What I’ve been doing to her.
I can’t get caught. They’d make me stop, or worse, take her away from me. I won’t let that happen. I’d kill someone before I let Emma out of my sight. She’s my special girl. She always has been.
I’ll get her some birth control. Just as soon as I’m finished, I’ll make her take something as a precaution. Then I’ll be able to cum in her all I want. I can do this to her every single night, and there will be nothing to stop me. Nothing to prove what I’ve been up to. No one will ever find out.
“My pretty girl,” I grunt as I heave myself on top of her body.
I’m sweating with the effort, but it’s been a long time since I’ve done this. It will take me a while to build up my endurance. I’m dripping all over her and making her a mess. Ruining her.
Her eyes are still closed, but she watches me as I rut on top of her. My cock swells with need as she begins to climax.
A small cry leaves her as her hips raise and she cums around me, gripping so tight and hot. I glance between us, and the sight of my cock stuffed all the way inside her sweet lily makes me cum right along with her. There’s so much risk, I know I should pull out, but she’s too warm, too wet. I can’t.
It’s our first time making love, and the force of my seed filling her little body has me seeing stars. It is so powerful that I can’t hold myself up any longer. I fall on top of her, letting her take my weight as I kiss her lips and then lick her soft skin. I taste her everywhere as my heart works to slow down, find a steady rhythm again.
My mouth eventually finds her nipples, and I suckle them, one after the other. She feels too good, too soft to pull out, so I stay in her heat. I’m surrounded by her warmth when I suddenly feel her touch my back.
I go still before I slowly lean back and look down at her. Her eyes are fully open now, and her arms are able to move.
“Pretty girl?”
ChapterFive
EMMA
My eyes refuse to open. It’s like someone’s glued them shut. When I try to move, it's almost impossible. I'm swimming in a pool of chocolate syrup. There's something wrong with my body. I know all the weight holding me down can't be my own. Along with the weight, there’s a soreness between my legs that is starting to grow stronger.
Finally, I manage to peel my eyelids open just enough to see darkness. My room. My bed.
"Hello?" My voice comes out cracked, barely a whisper.
The weight shifts. I feel it then—something inside me, hot and thick, moving. How is that even possible? I must be dreaming. I need Daddy to wake me up.
As the fog in my head starts to clear, panic hits.
Someone's here. Someone'sinme.
I try to scream, but it comes out as a tiny whimper.
"Daddy," I try again, the word tearing from my throat. "Daddy, help me." I cry out louder, knowing he will save me. The weight goes utterly still as my eyes start to adjust to the darkness. Then a voice, low and familiar, breathes against my ear.
"I'm right here, pretty girl." I blink a few more times. Then I see him. He's right there, above me. His face is inches from mine, sweat shining on his forehead.
"Daddy?" I say, trying to make sense of what’s happening. He's the one crushing me. He's the one... inside me. "What?—"
"Shh." He kisses my forehead, my cheek, and my mouth. It’s the same way he always has, but then his tongue pushes past my lips. He's never done that before.
I taste whiskey and something that’s only him. It makes my stomach clench as I let him do it.
"Don't be scared. I've got you," he reassures me.
"But it hurts." He’s stretching me between my legs, and it burns.
