“Not yet, princess,” he said softly as he removed his hand from my clit and gripped my other hip. “Wait for it.”
I met his blue eyes and saw him give a small smile. He slowed his thrusts, dragging his length through me with the intention that I feel all of him. Though I had never seen this side of him, I could tell he was enjoying himself and that gave me even more pleasure.
After a few more slow thrusts, he rolled us over on the narrow, wooden surface then moved so his legs were hanging over the side. He shifted into a sitting position then stood on the floor with me still impaled on him. As he started to walk, he said into my ear, “Let’s go upstairs.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck for support and peppered his face with kisses, some that he met with his lips. During the trip to my room, I found my arousal growing with each step he took. Seated on his hard flesh the entire time, our movement caused his dick to shift inside me, continuing to fuck me with short, erratic thrusts. Much like the first time I actually saw him as a man and not just my father, as he carried me I was struck by my father’s masculinity. I had always known he was a strong guy but this was something more than a show of strength. In my primal self, I recognized the display of his manhood. This was not just a fuck to rid me of my virginity because I had asked, this was him asserting his dominance over me the way a man takes a woman. I might have been his daughter, but I was now also one of his women. More than anything else he had done or would do, the act of carrying me to my room impaled on his dick sealed my fate as his.
Upon arriving in my room he gently laid me on my back on the bed. He moved with me to maintain our genital connection, lowering his torso along with mine. After settling in, he resumed gently moving his hips against mine, gradually lengthening his thrusts until most of his cock was moving through me. I didn’t realize until he lowered his head to suck one of my tits that at some point during our journey he had remove my bra. I arched my back pushing my chest against him while he mouthed one nipple and used a hand on the other.
Even though I had never had sex before, my hips began to move instinctually against his. It took a few moments before I matched his rhythm but when I did I immediately knew I had found the solution to a problem I didn’t know I had. I let out a relieved sigh that bordered on a soft moan that I quickly cut off in embarrassment.
“It’s okay, princess,” he said around my nipple. “Let it out. When I fuck you I want to hear I’m doing a good job.”
Hesitantly, I let out another moan. Something about releasing the sound enhanced the situation and another, deeper one followed. Soon, I couldn’t stop moaning. Every part of my body was now alive and awake in a way I had never experienced before.
It also seemed to spur on my father. He removed his mouth from my chest and raised up on his arms. With the change in position, he had better leverage and began to move his hips faster against mine with shorter strokes. “That’s it. Now you’re ready. Come for me. I want to hear you, princess. Let me know that this is what you’ve been waiting for, what you wanted. Show daddy this was worth it.”