Inhaling sharply as you wake, feeling warm, buzzy and soft in your bed, but thereâs a shape above you, weighing you down. You open your mouth to speak but realize thereâs a rough palm clamped firmly over your mouth, so only a small whimper escapes. Something wet slips between your legs, sending sparks dancing across your vision as your Daddyâs face comes into focus above you.
âEasy, there, good boy. Just a little longer, itâs okay. Lie still, sweetheart,â he adds as you begin to squirm, feeling something wet skate over your t-cock. You canât think. You know this is wrong. Daddyâs words are soothing as he begins to slide his cock against your growing nub, frotting against you. Your eyes roll back and you weakly try to push him off. Daddy continues his slow, teasing movements; he knows you took your shot tonight and your body is betraying you, flooded with hormones and a need to be used. Your cock twitches against his and he laughs softly.
âJust let Daddy do what Daddy needs to do. This will help your bottom growth, donât you want that?â he mutters, voice straining as his cock slips, notching at your entrance. You freeze, but Daddy just keeps pressing forward, agonizingly slowly even as youâre whimpering and trying to twist out of his grasp. The stretch is unbearable and steals your breath away, impaling your tiny body on his massive cock, and you begin to shake as your body betrays you.
Daddy begins to thrust slowly, lazily, wet squelching noises making him smile. âSee baby boy? You were made for me. Youâre so good, youâre being so good and quiet for me. Donât fight,â he warns with an edge to his voice as you begin to writhe again, and punctuates his point with a sharp thrust that makes your eyes roll back. âGood boy. My sweet little boy. Daddyâs gonna make you feel so good.â
He grinds against you, pubic hair rasping over your cock as he splits you open and uses your hole. âYouâre becoming such a handsome young man, sweetheart,â he whispers, picking up his grindingly slow pace as he fucks into you. âIâm so proud of you. Let Daddy use you, baby. Shhhh. Donât wake anyone up.â
He removes his hand from your mouth. Youâre scared and confused and thereâs this strange building heat between your legs. He reaches down between you and begins to jerk you off in time with his thrusts. âThere you go,â he groans as you involuntarily tighten around him.
âDaddy, whatâs happening?â you gasp as his skilled fingers pull you toward the point of no return. Youâve never touched yourself like this before, and this building heat is confusing.
âShhh,â Daddy says, fucking you faster into the wet spot below you on the mattress. âItâs okay, Daddyâs got you. Youâre being so good,â he moans as your cunt begins to flutter around his massive cock. Daddyâs fingers move faster, and your quiet unwilling moans fill the room.
âThatâs right, sweetie. Cum on Daddyâs cock. Cmon. You can do it. Daddyâs gonna fill you up, but you have to cum, Daddy needs you to cum.â
You try to squirm away from the pleasure. You donât want him to cum inside you, but Daddyâs grip is like steel and you begin to shake violently, mumbling, âDaddyâ no, please, g-gonnaâit feelsâ please donâtâŠâ youâre still somehow staying quiet, obedient even as your hole is violated.
You know enough that Daddy could get you pregnant, and youâre trying to focus on anything else in the room to drag you back from the precipice youâre racing toward. Daddyâs clever fingers continue to milk your cock as his own angles into a spot that makes you see stars. Distantly, you realize youâre tearing up and moaning and begging but you canât think straight and your nipples are dragging through his coarse chest hair as his breath gets more labored.
âItâs okay kiddo, let go, let go, if you cum I know youâre mine, if you cum I can tell you want thisâŠâ
You arch, gasping, shaking your head as your orgasm slams into you, convulsing and your hole involuntarily milking your Daddyâs cock. You feel the heat spreading through you as he squirts right up against your cervix and keeps rubbing your overstimulated cock as you gasp and writhe dumbly, a puppet for your Daddyâs needs. Maybe it is best to just let Daddy do the thinking. âThere we go, good boy. Gotta make sure you take,â Daddy says, rolling his hips into yours. âOne more for me, sweet boy, one moreâŠâ You struggle weakly, still shuddering and jerking helplessly.
Itâs going to be a very long night.
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