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"We're f*cking like bunnies," Daddy said softly. "We need to slow down, or you're going to get pregnant."

We were out in the pool together. Mom was in the garden, out of hearing distance. Daddy's favorite thing to do when we were either dressed or in swimsuits was to gently flick or pinch my n**ples through my clothes.

It drove me crazy. It was like the very tips of my n**ples were connected to my clit.

"You know what happens when you do that," I told him.

He gave me a wicked smile and pulled a little harder on my n**ples.

"What would you do if she caught us?" I asked.

"I do not want to hurt your mom. It's not like I planned this."

The truth was that I didn't want to hurt her, either. But I wanted Daddy, and I wanted him all to myself.

"How often do you f*ck her?" I asked.

He looked at me with shocked eyes. "Not often." He cleared his throat.

"And not once since I started f*cking you, because if I don't ask, it doesn't happen."

"If I get pregnant, I will keep the baby. I want your baby."

"Ella, stoppp. Do you know how hard that makes me?"

I did. It also made him come faster if I talked about getting pregnant.

"What about school? You've only got a year of college under your belt."

I shrugged. "It'll take longer because I won't want to go full-time, but I know my daddy will help me."

"Are you serious? Are you already..."

"No. But like you said, it's just a matter of time."

"Unless we start using protection."

"And what will you do with all that used rubber?"

"I mean, you are going on birth control."

I shook my head.

"You know I won't be able to keep my hands off you," Daddy said.

"I know," I smiled.

Under the water, his hand slid down the front of my bikini bottoms. He groaned when he found me slick and ready.

"Inside. Now."

With a laugh, I climbed out of the pool and hurried inside. Daddy wasn't far behind. I was in my bathroom, peeling off my wet swimsuit, when he stepped in, then closed and locked the door.

"What am I going to do without you?" he asked.

You literally occupy my mind every night and day.

"Ahhhhh, Daddy, you are making me wet." I smiled.

"Mmm. I can't seem to keep my hands off you or my d*ck out of you."

"Just the way it should be." I jumped up onto the counter of the vanity in my bathroom and spread my legs.

Daddy dropped his swim shorts on the floor with a wet thunk. Mom could spend hours in the garden, so we probably had plenty of time, but I couldn't wait to get him deep inside me.

He pulled me to the edge of the counter and stepped between my legs.

Then he lowered to his knees. He kissed my inner thigh.

"Your skin's cold. I think I need to warm you up."

I looked down as he flexed his tongue and pushed inside. It was so much smaller than his dick, yet it felt so good. I pulled my knees up to my armpits and rested my heels on the edge of the counter.

"Daddy." The word burst from me as soon as his tongue rasped against my cl*t.

He looked up at me and smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He licked his way down until he circled my entrance. As much as I loved his c*ck, his mouth felt good, too.

He entered me with his tongue and groaned. Probably because I was so wet. My head fell back, and I stared blindly at the ceiling while he flicked and sucked at me. I didn't want it to end. I never wanted it to end.

Then Daddy moved his mouth up to nibble at my clit. My thighs trembled as he played with me, toyed with me. He brought me close, but never pulled me over the edge.

"Daddy," I whined. "I need it."

"What do you need, baby?" He pressed gentle kisses to my cl*t.

"Make me come, Daddy. I need it."

His lips spread into a satisfied smile. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth. He pulled on it, flicked it with his tongue, and finally sent me flying.

When my body finally stopped spasming, he pulled away with one last kiss to my p**sy and stood.

"Now it's my turn, princess," he said. "I want you on your knees. I want to see your lips stretched around my c*ck.

I lowered myself to the floor and grabbed his c*ck. It was hard and red, and a drop of precum beaded at the tip. I flicked my tongue along his slit, and Daddy groaned.

"I can't remember the last time I had a blowjob."

"I love having you in my mouth, Daddy."

"Show me," he whispered.

So I did. I licked him from base to tip. I sucked on the head and ran my tongue along the ridge. I reveled in every grunt and groan. I loved giving him something he didn't get anywhere else, something he needed.

I bobbed my head, sucking my way down his shaft until he reached my throat. I gagged a little because Daddy was bigger than anyone I'd ever had inside my mouth.

He hissed and thrust his hips forward, gagging me again. I didn't pull back, though, because I knew it felt good.

"I'm going to f*ck your mouth," he said. "Tap me if it's too much."

I nodded with his d*ck still fully in my mouth, almost to my tonsils.

Daddy cupped the back of my head with one hand and curved his other hand under my chin, tilting me to the perfect angle before slamming into the back of my throat.

I couldn't breathe and my eyes watered, but the sounds that spilled from Daddy's throat. I wanted those noises, I craved them.

Pressing him against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, I sucked.

Hard. He thrust so deeply that my nose pressed against his groin.

"Ella, baby. I want you to take every drop I give you."

I tried to answer him with my eyes, but my vision was blurry from all the tears streaming from them and down my cheeks.

"I'm almost there. Yes. F*ck. Suck me hard."

So I did.

He growled. His c*ck flexed inside my mouth. I gagged when the first spurt hit my throat, then swallowed as a reflex. His thigh muscles turned to steel as his back arched.

Finally, his shoulders sagged. He panted and pulled out of my mouth. I was panting too, and still turned on.