He let out a deep groan and ground his crotch against me. “That’s perfect. Fuck.”
“Please do.”
He pulled back and I felt him wrap my hair around a fist. He began to hammer his cock into me, riding me hard.
I braced my arms on the table as he fucked me without restraint. I could hear his groans, grunts, and curses over the sound of our slapping flesh as he moved his cock in and out of me. For as gentle as he usually was when we had sex, I had come to prefer this side of him. It was so rare and such a contrast with the father and news anchor that I had known for so much of my life that I still was surprised that he had it in him. While I didn’t have intimate knowledge of my parents’ sex life, I had never heard sounds like the ones he was making come from their bedroom.
Slowing his hips to give me a few hard thrusts, he said, “Brian better appreciate you and how sexy you are. Does he? Does he take care of my princess’s pussy the way a man should?”
“Not as good as you,” I answered between moans. “But I can’t complain, he’s been better than all the other guys I’ve been with.”
He pulled back until just the tip of his cock was in me then slapped my ass hard before resuming a slower but no less determined fuck. “How many guys?”
His question held a tone I had not heard from him before. “Are you jealous?”
He slapped my ass again. “I’m a concerned father.”
“Well, Dad,” I said the title pointedly, “I don’t feel comfortable discussing the number of partners I’ve had with you.”
He slapped my ass again and this time it wasn’t an erotic tap. “Don’t make me ground you.”
I looked over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “Now it really sounds like jealousy.”
He hit my ass again then gave me a particularly hard thrust. “I’m your father. I’m not jealous.”
“Well you shouldn’t be considering you were my first and I’m carrying our second child.”
He slid all the way into me and pulled my hair back hard causing me to rise my torso. With his chest pressed against my back, he used his other hand to turn my head to look at him. Mixed in with the obvious arousal was a love and pride that he never failed to express. He pressed his mouth to mine and I felt all of that love along with more than a little possessiveness in the kiss. “No matter how much we fuck you’re my baby girl and always will be. It may not seem like it, but I’m your father first and just want to make sure you’re okay. Because if any guy hurts you, including Brian, I’m coming after them. That has nothing to do with how good your pussy feels around me.”
“Sorry,” I said feeling chastised then immediately saw the twinkle in his eyes.
“It’s okay. Anyway, there’s no need for me to be jealous. You’re hooked on this dick so I know you’ll be back.”
I rolled my eyes. “Jerk.”
He slapped my ass playfully then adjusted his grip on my hair enough to allow me to bend forward again as he resumed fucking me with determination. The force of his thrusts caused me to buck back against him involuntarily. His other hand reached around and began to work my clit in a way that no other guy ever had.