EroticReverie

Elle

My panties are ripped off, my body jerking, I gasp , my pussy so fucking wet and needy for more attention. Cumming by my own hand isn’t enough, and hearing him admit how long he’s been masturbating to me, has me in frenzy. It was wrong , but I didn’t care. 

“We’re gonna get you pregnant again Elle” he says as my ripped panties hit the floor and I nod with a whimper. 

It was fucked up. it’s all so fucked up. The fact he’d gotten my pregnant the first time we had sex a year ago. All it took was one time. And then he’d made me get rid of it. Already dealing with the fact I’d fucked my father, having to get rid of a baby just added on to the issues I was having inside my head. And I know I shouldn’t want it to happen again. I know he shouldn’t want it either. But that short while I had my father’s child inside of me, I was so happy. It’s sad. Pathetic. Sick. Wrong. So fucking wrong. But I was. Yes I’m ashamed of myself, but clearly not enough to stop, not enough to tell him no. I wanted to get pregnant again. I wanted my father to put his baby inside me. 

Even though he just flushed my pills and him fucking me right now wouldnt result in me getting pregnant. But soon. Soon I’d be fertile, breedable , just how he wants me, just how I want to be for him. 

His hands grab my hips and he pushes into me, his cock sliding deep up inside me as I place my hands on the table where he’d been watching videos of me. He doesn’t take his time or work us into it, because we don’t need to, I’m wet as can be, and he’s hard as fuck. 

I’m pounded hard. Moaning freely, loving that my mother isn’t here, that I get to be fucked as hard and as deep as he can give it to me. That I can scream my fucking lungs out and fuck like it’s truly just me and him. That my mother doesn’t even exist. He fucks me like I’m a woman, his woman, he fucks me fast and hard. Like his cock wants to fucking break me in two. 

My tits bounce, my thighs hit the edge of the table and my hands are pushing further over it and I’m on my tip toes , loving how just my toes and the top of my feet touch the floor, because my heels of my feet don’t have a chance to hit the ground with the way he’s fucking me. 

“You belong on my cock Elle, fuck, you belong on daddy’s fuckin dick, don’t you baby?” He groans as he grabs my hair and pulls, my throat groaning, my head going back and my tits bounce as he keeps thrusting into me. The sounds are fucking hot, our bodies slapping together, my ass smacking against his hips, the rattle and shaking of the table, my moans, his voice saying filthy things, the crack of his other hand as he spanks ass hard and then slams deep and groans. 

He barely pulls out before drilling back in, his thrusts are short and it’s like he’s got a vendetta against my cervix. He’s fucking me like he’s punishing my uterus for the baby that never was. But that was his fault. He’d made me get rid of it. Would he make me do the same? He says this is what he wants, that a week won’t be enough, but what happens if he gets me pregnant again? The guilt could set in today, tomorrow, in a month. He could decide he doesn’t really want this. My pussy clenches and I whimper, because I pray he doesn’t change his mind. I pray that he makes me a mother again. 

“The best cunt a man can ever have…is his daughters” he groans and then starts pulling out further before slamming back in and I yelp, moaning and whimpering. Trying not to fall right over the table even as he still holds my hair and pulls. 

“Best fucking pussy” he groans to himself. 

“My little girl is so fucking wet…so fucking tight on my cock” he grunts and spanks me again. 

My hair is yanked hard and I cry out as my thighs are slammed into the edge of the table as he thrusts faster and harder , grunting and panting as he pulls me up by my hair. My hands leaving the table , his other arm swings around me, grabbing onto my breast as he holds me to him , he drops my hair , wrapping the other arm around me. His arms crossed over my chest, both of his hands grabbing my tits as my ass is pressed to his hips and his cock is buried inside of me as he pants hard and stops and groan deep in my ear. I feel the warmth, the wetness of his cum as he fills me. 

“Make us a fucking baby” he groans and I breathe hard , standing there, his cock jerking deeper as he spills the last of himself inside of me.