I wasn’t sure how he’d react to the news but what I didn’t expect was for him to place a hand on my chin to raise my head then lean toward me and take my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. We’d made out a number of times but none had been like this. It was like he was trying to crawl inside my mouth and I honestly wanted him to.
Like a man possessed, he ripped my sleep shorts off then lowered his boxers just far enough to release his hardening cock. With it still swelling, he mounted me and began to fuck me with quick, hard thrusts. Even though I was already pregnant, it was like he was driven to mate. There was nothing tender in the act and I could see the animal desire in his eyes. For the first time in the months that we had been fucking I was there solely for his use and he came hard inside me while my own arousal was still building.
“I know I shouldn’t feel this way,” he said as he nuzzled my neck while he caught his breath, “but you being pregnant is the fucking hottest thing ever.”
While I couldn’t articulate it at the time, I felt the same. The man who had seeded my mother to produce me and my siblings had now made another child with me. I held him tightly while I fought back tears thinking about the fact that I was going to be a mother. “I’m excited but scared.”
“It’s okay. We’ll work it out. But, obviously, no one can ever know.”
“I know.”
My mother was livid when I finally told her, but she helped me—as did my father—deal with everything. I ended up putting off college for a year because of my due date and got a part-time job. When the child came, I named him after my father, which my mother thought was sweet.
After giving birth, we resumed having sex as soon as I was able to. Even though I enrolled at a local university, with the combination of caring for an infant and being with my father, my first semester of college was less than successful. Honestly, it was the need to be with my father that caused my habitual tardiness to class. When my mother dropped the hammer on me, my father and I realized we couldn’t keep going the way we had been…
Straddling my father, I rose and fell on his cock and saw him watching me with a smirk plastered on his face.
I rolled my eyes. “What?”
“You’re about to get married and can’t even go three days without wanting this cock inside you. Or is it because he’s that bad?”
“Dad! You know that’s not true.” I’d been engaged for a little over a year to a man I loved and never thought I’d meet. I did enjoy sex with my fiance, Brian, but still came to my father whenever I could. “Brian’s good but you’re better.”
He smiled and pulled my head to his to gave me a kiss before pushing me off his lap and turning me around to face the table. He pushed on my back slightly bending me forward, and as he slid into me from behind he asked, “Did you tell him?”
I shivered as I felt him pepper my neck and back with kisses. “Not yet. I want to wait until our wedding night.”
“Okay. How far along?”
He wrapped his arms around me and I looked down to watch him rub my midsection. “Six weeks. But there’s just enough uncertainty that it covers the night when he got back into town after his trip.”