“D-Dad? W-w-what are you—” she yelped as my hips bucked hard against her flesh. My little girl was finally waking up.
“Sh,” I whispered, nailing her to the bed. She squealed and turned her head to stare up at me from the pillow while fat tears bubbled from her eyes.
I relished in the way it streaked down her rosy cheeks. My cock pulsed in her warmth, knowing that I was the cause of her fear and dread. I knew I had become a monster, and now, my daughter was a victim.
“It’s okay.” I murmured, my voice laced with a sick sense of affection. “Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
“No!” she stifled.
So good.
So fucking good.
“N-no!” she continued to thrash.
“That’s my girl. God. Fuck, take every fucking drop,” I rumbled.
““Y-you promised—” she hiccuped. “I hate you, Daddy!”
“Mmm… that’s okay, baby.” I coaxed with a primal urge to breed my little girl. “I’ll love you enough for the both of us.”
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