Lahat ng Kabanata ng “Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me?”: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

I was delirious from the feeling of euphoria. I was not paying attention as my body and mind enjoyed what had just happened. All I could hear was the slapping sounds of my father's violent thrusts as he had picked up his pace of pounding me. When suddenly, I heard him growl like a rabid dog. The reality of the moment struck me. He was going to cum inside my pussy. I had not thought any of this through. I was not on birth control, nor had I ever allowed a man to finish inside of me. As a matter of fact, this was the first time I let a man have sex with me without a condom. As panic set in, I still hadn't regained my mental faculties. I informed my father, "Dad, I'm not on birth control." I assumed telling him this would convince him to pull out. I was looking up at him as he stared into my eyes again.He slowed down his thrusting. Even though his cock had stretched my pussy to its limits, I still felt every part of his cock as it moved in my pussy. I assumed he was preparing to pull ou

He finally started to enter me. His ascension through my insides once again stretched me to my limits. I now knew the pain would subside, causing me to be more tolerant. As his dick continued to push forward, I once again lost my ability to control what came out of my mouth. "Fuck, Dad," I murmured. My father was gripping me by my shoulders as he got into a rhythm with his thrusts. He would pull back where the tip of his cock was barely in me, then slam his entire length into me. Every time he did this, it knocked the wind out of me. Like last night, the pain subsided, and the pleasure was now taking over with every thrust.I had never had sex in this position and was enjoying my father exposing me to new ways to feel pleasure. He was now pulling my hair as his other hand cupped my breasts and played with my nipples. I was being ravaged and couldn't believe the depths of my insides my father's cock was reaching. I was losing my mind. "FUCK, DAD! I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH! YOU ARE GOI

Now, I wanted to see if she was going to be honest. To my surprise, she didn't hold back. "This is going to be embarrassing for me. I would say I have daddy issues. Your father came along and took advantage of those issues. But it was clear from the beginning that he thought about you when he was with me. I don't want to creep you out about your father, but he would call me Kerri when we were in bed together. We both were looking for something and gave it to each other." When she stopped speaking, she realized what she had just admitted to. "I hope I didn't come across as rude. I was trying to be honest.""No, you weren't rude. Sounds like it was the perfect situation for the both of you. I appreciate the honesty. So, have you always thought about being intimate with your father?" I had never thought about that until last night. I was hoping she would be honest about her desires. I do feel like a crazy weirdo about my last twenty-four hours. I have a lot of emotions that I am unsure h

As I walked away, I saw my father glaring at me. I left the hall and went to his penthouse suite. I was distraught about how mad he was at me. I thought we were past him being angry at me. What did he think I was doing? Why would he think I didn't want to be here with him? I have given him every part of me. How could he not understand how much I loved him? When I got to the room, I immediately opened a bottle of wine and drank glass after glass. I was unhinged. I was going out of my mind. I realized that I had already overdone the alcohol, but I didn't care. I started losing my ability to stand. I knew I needed to get to the bed and lie down.I don't know how long I was asleep before my father woke me up. He was furious as he yelled at me while pacing around the room. He was accusing me of being disloyal and sneaky. I was pleading with him that I didn't do anything sneaky. I was begging him not to be mad at me. I attempted to get up, but I was still too drunk to stand. Instead I curle

We were all settled in as Chris hit play on the movie. While the movie played, Chris and Jim continued to pass the bottle of Southern Comfort back and forth to each other. On occasion, I would drink some. Unlike them, I wanted to be careful of my alcohol intake. I definitely couldn't drink like them. About an hour into the movie, it was evident that they had overdone it. When either of them spoke, their words were slurred. I was feeling good but not drunk. Jim had put part of my sheet over his lap, which wasn't a big deal at the time.After a few minutes, I felt Jim's hand on my calf, massaging it. I quickly turned to him, glaring at him. I mouthed, "Stop it." Jim smirked and kept on rubbing. I was shocked that he was bold enough to be doing this with his brother sitting right there. I turned to look at Chris to see if he had any clue as to what was happening. I was not surprised that his head was tilted back with his eyes closed. I assumed Jim knew this, which was why he picked this