Throw Cares Away [4/5]
anonymous
May 30 2010, 06:00:39 UTC
“Daddy!” She squealed again, this time much quieter. Arthur opened his mouth to correct her, but fuck it, if he was going to hell, he’d at least get a tan while there. He peppered his daughter’s mouth with sugar sweet kisses, taking control of the situation swiftly. The kisses went from her neck to breasts. The girl moaned as he lapped at her nipples. He could taste how young she was by the smooth creaminess of her skin, like rose petals, so soft when one rubbed them between one’s fingers. Arthur nipped at her nipples - taking care not to bite too hard - eliciting a rather loud, bawdy moan, feeling heat pool in her stomach.
“Do you like it, Allie?” Breathed the man against her sternum. He felt the tiny musculature of her abs under his mouth as he moved down and he ran a quick tongue across the top of her skirt, licking the skin until Allie was twitching beneath him and in his lap, knees spreading open like a flower. They’d shifted to where Allie’s back was against the mattress and Arthur was on top of her. Her hands reached up and knit in his hair as he pushed the neat, perfect folds of her checked blue and white skirt up to her chest.
Panties. The blue and white striped pair Arthur had bought his daughter a couple months back, from Target. Never thought he’d be meeting them again besides in the laundry room.
He fingered them to the side, and then glanced up to catch Allie’s expression. It was exquisite, caught between pleasure and hell. He danced out of his slacks and boxers while teasing her opening, pinching at the bare flesh. The tips of his fingers were coated in her premature desire - it was going to be a wet ride. Arthur positioned himself above her and braced his hands on her elbows.
“I love you, Allie,” Arthur said, and moved his daughter’s knees apart farther with his own. It’d be a wet, but tight ride, and they needed every centimeter of extra space they could get.
Allie panted for air to just respond. “I... I... love you too... daddy...”
It was enough to send him over the edge, and he plunged into her, already feeling resistance but absolute heaven, tight enough to touch him from every angle, thick and juicy and oh my fucking God, he fucked his daughter into the mattress, feeling each twitch of pleasure from her abdomen to her thighs, the ripples and screams and beautiful as Mozart moans as they climbed higher and higher, together. It was his daughter, and he could already see her becoming more independent as the days went on - when she turned thirteen, he was sure she’d revolt, throwing off his stern rules and ways of life. But now he had her, locked in her youth and yelling anything, everything, “daddy!” into the air. He pulled out and came onto her stomach instead, watching with a sort of mute disgust and realization that he’d never settle for anything less ever again... watched the white cum spread against the tan of Allie’s stomach and the small trickles of blood coming from her vagina fleck the sheets.
He held her in his arms after. Arthur Kirkland had just deflowered his daughter. Bloody hell. But she just let him hold her, seemed to be asleep. Arthur, too, began to drift off, forgetting for the first time in a while things like dinner and Christmas.
Allie whispered something.
“Hmm?” Was all he could muster up. Pardon seemed to difficult to say now, after climbing mountains and swimming oceans.
OP is going to hell so fucking FAST
anonymous
May 30 2010, 14:15:27 UTC
My god that was hot.
ILU, author-anon. ♥
He felt the tiny musculature of her abs under his mouth as he moved down and he ran a quick tongue across the top of her skirt, licking the skin until Allie was twitching beneath him and in his lap, knees spreading open like a flower.
“Do you like it, Allie?” Breathed the man against her sternum. He felt the tiny musculature of her abs under his mouth as he moved down and he ran a quick tongue across the top of her skirt, licking the skin until Allie was twitching beneath him and in his lap, knees spreading open like a flower. They’d shifted to where Allie’s back was against the mattress and Arthur was on top of her. Her hands reached up and knit in his hair as he pushed the neat, perfect folds of her checked blue and white skirt up to her chest.
Panties. The blue and white striped pair Arthur had bought his daughter a couple months back, from Target. Never thought he’d be meeting them again besides in the laundry room.
He fingered them to the side, and then glanced up to catch Allie’s expression. It was exquisite, caught between pleasure and hell. He danced out of his slacks and boxers while teasing her opening, pinching at the bare flesh. The tips of his fingers were coated in her premature desire - it was going to be a wet ride. Arthur positioned himself above her and braced his hands on her elbows.
“I love you, Allie,” Arthur said, and moved his daughter’s knees apart farther with his own. It’d be a wet, but tight ride, and they needed every centimeter of extra space they could get.
Allie panted for air to just respond. “I... I... love you too... daddy...”
It was enough to send him over the edge, and he plunged into her, already feeling resistance but absolute heaven, tight enough to touch him from every angle, thick and juicy and oh my fucking God, he fucked his daughter into the mattress, feeling each twitch of pleasure from her abdomen to her thighs, the ripples and screams and beautiful as Mozart moans as they climbed higher and higher, together. It was his daughter, and he could already see her becoming more independent as the days went on - when she turned thirteen, he was sure she’d revolt, throwing off his stern rules and ways of life. But now he had her, locked in her youth and yelling anything, everything, “daddy!” into the air. He pulled out and came onto her stomach instead, watching with a sort of mute disgust and realization that he’d never settle for anything less ever again... watched the white cum spread against the tan of Allie’s stomach and the small trickles of blood coming from her vagina fleck the sheets.
He held her in his arms after. Arthur Kirkland had just deflowered his daughter. Bloody hell. But she just let him hold her, seemed to be asleep. Arthur, too, began to drift off, forgetting for the first time in a while things like dinner and Christmas.
Allie whispered something.
“Hmm?” Was all he could muster up. Pardon seemed to difficult to say now, after climbing mountains and swimming oceans.
“Thank you.”
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ILU, author-anon. ♥
He felt the tiny musculature of her abs under his mouth as he moved down and he ran a quick tongue across the top of her skirt, licking the skin until Allie was twitching beneath him and in his lap, knees spreading open like a flower.
...yeah. *bites lip* So going to hell.
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Thanks, OP, you naughty, naughty girl~
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