Eternal Damnation Can Wait…

Beth.

My hands were shaking as I rushed to obey. Hoping to be quick enough before he changed his mind.

Inside me, disbelief intertwined with my lust.

My reckless gamble had worked! It was almost too good to be real.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and dragged them down.

His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and already hard as steel. It looked even bigger up close.

The shaft was flushed dark, veins standing out in thick ridges along the underside.

The head was swollen and slick at the tip, a bead of precum already gathering there. It smelled like clean skin and heat and something darker, something that made my mouth water instantly.

I wrapped my fingers around it and my fingertips didn’t even touch. Jesus.

This was the cock that made Mom scream.

This was the cock I had fantasized about for years.

And now it was right in front of my face, hot and throbbing in my hand.

It felt like a fucking dream.

Daddy’s voice came low and rough above me. “Open your mouth. This is part of what Mommy does for me.”

I opened, my eyes locked on his cock.

My anticipation raced through my veins like fire.

He sank both hands into my hair like he was gathering the reins of a horse, tight enough that my scalp prickled, and guided my face forward.

The fat head of his cock dragged across my bottom lip and I tasted the salty-sweet precum and almost moaned.

“I want to be a good mommy for you,” I whispered against the head. “I want to get it right.”

“Don’t worry, Princess. Daddy will show you.”

Then he shoved his cock into my mouth.

I promised myself that I wouldn’t gag. On those nights when I lay in bed masturbating to the sounds of them fucking, I promised myself if I ever had Daddy’s cock in my mouth, I would never gag.

That I would take it better than Mom ever could. That I would make sure I was the best.

All of that flew out the window now. Everything I ever thought paled in comparison to the real thing.

The stretch was immediate and overwhelming.

It burned around my mouth as it widened, it ached as my jaw adjusted around the thickness of him, it filled me so much that my nose got smashed into my upper lip.

Daddy didn’t even stop. He pushed until the head hit the back of my throat and curved downward. I gagged, hard, and he only groaned, holding me there until it passed.

My eyes burned with hot tears, my hands came up to grip his thighs to have something to hold onto.

I took deep, jagged breaths, and Daddy waited with me, breathing steadily, his gaze like a weighted blanket on my shoulders.

“Princess?” He called roughly.

I nodded at the question.

The gag was passing, my mouth was adjusting and my brain was finally moving once more.

The thoughts returned in full force, making me aware of the weight of him on my tongue.

The way he filled my mouth so completely I could barely breathe. The salty taste of him.

This was my first cock. And it was my father’s.

Every filthy fantasy I had ever had while fingering myself to the sound of him fucking Mom had come true in one brutal thrust.

Daddy let out a heavy groan and started moving.

Slow at first, testing how much I could take, then harder.

Deeper, like he’d found my threshold and didn’t much care about breaking through it.

He guided my mouth with my hair, pulling me onto his cock over and over, fucking my mouth like it was just another hole that belonged to him.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room—sloppy, choking, desperate.

Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my tits. Every time he bottomed out, I gagged and he moaned like it was the best sound he’d ever heard.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it. Just like Mommy does. Open that throat for Daddy.”

I tried.

God, I tried.

I relaxed my jaw and let him use me, even with the tears streaming down my face and the sweet pain echoing in my skull—I still pushed forward for more.

My pussy was throbbing so hard it hurt, soaking through my panties, begging for attention that I couldn’t even give it.

My entire mind was occupied with pleasing Daddy.

“Fuck—look at you,” he panted, hips snapping forward. “My little princess choking on Daddy’s cock. I guess I should say my cosplaying wife. My sweet, sweet wife that wanted to do everything.”

I moaned around him, the sound broken and needy.

He took it as permission and began pumping in short, hard thrusts that made my throat spasm and my eyes roll back.

Spit flew.

My nose kept pressing into the dark hair at the base of his cock.

I couldn’t breathe except in desperate little gasps when he pulled back, and even then he only gave me a second before shoving back in.

“Please,” I tried to say around the thick shaft stretching my lips. “Please, Daddy.” It came out garbled and wet.

“Please what?”

I didn’t know. I just knew my body wanted me to beg, to—“Wreck my mouth, Daddy,” I blurted out. “Use me—make me take it—”

He cursed under his breath and slammed in deeper.

I gagged hard, throat convulsing, and he held me there while I struggled, drooling all over his balls.

“That’s my girl. That’s Daddy’s good little mommy. Fucking take it.”

He didn’t last much longer after that.

His thrusts turned erratic, hips stuttering, the grip in my hair almost painful.

Then he shoved himself to the root, buried in my throat, and came with a low, broken groan.

The first thing I felt was heat. Then came the viscous, salty liquid, flooding down my throat. It was so thick, I choked. My nails dug into his thighs, my eyes wide on the pulsing flesh that sent my head snapping back with the force of the spray.

“Swallow,” he ordered, holding me locked in place. “Swallow every drop just like Mommy does.”

It was a miracle that my throat could move. I swallowed, gulping down his load while tears and spit ran down my face.

It felt endless and I could feel it taking a spot in my stomach like planted seeds.

When he finally pulled out, a last strand of cum stretched from the head of his cock to my swollen bottom lip.

I licked it up without thinking and moaned.

Daddy caressed my face, his thumb running across my bottom lip, but there was nothing gentle in his touch or his eyes.

The hazel-brown irises had blown into full dark orbs that made my empty cunt clench.

“Go lie on the bed,” he said. “And spread your legs.”