Hold on to your pants because I have some ground breaking news! I'm not Stephanie Meyer and I don't own Twilight. Shocking, right? You know what else is fairly obvious? If you don't agree or like what's written in this story you can stop reading at any point. Just click the little x on the tab. For those of you willing to carry on I say "enjoy"
He's using both hands to hold down my wrists, keeping me in place. He's trying to use is hips to line up his cock, but keeps missing. Grunting and rubbing himself on my inner-thigh.
The tighhtness in my lower stomach starts to fade and I start to feel frustrated.
"Use one of your—" my eyes fly open in shock as he grabs my throat with one hand and keeps my wrists bound with the other.
My stomach re-tightens.
He nudges the head of his cock against my lower lips, and I feel them slowly part. Without a second thought he thrust hard. Forcing his way in, even though I wasn't completely wet enough to take him.
"Ow, fuck. I wasn't ready"
He ignores my weak complaint and quietly grunts to himself. He's finally buried deep inside of me. He pulls his cock out slowly before he slams back in.
I clench my teeth and wince. It doesn't matter if he's hurting me, as long as he gets what he wants. The thought excites me more, and I can feel myself getting wet again.
"You love having your father fuck you into the mattress, don't you? You live to get my cock every night," Charlie loosens his hold on my neck, but all I can manage in reply is a series of moans and nods.
Apparently my lack of an answer upsets him because he stops "no, please don't stop."
"Don't, what? You're gonna have to beg me harder than that. Tell me what you want," he starts to clench his hand, cutting off my ability to answer him.
"Your cock. Fill my pussy. Pound me into the bed," I manage to choke out.
He grins a toothless smile down at me. It's a cruel smile. It sends chills down my spine.
His hips snap forward, and force me closer to the headboard. Pushing and pushing, over and over again. All I can feel is him filling me with his thrusts. I love how wrong it is to have my father inside me. Using me. I should feel disgusted, and at first I was, but now it makes my inner walls clench whenever I think about it.
"Ungh. Damn, keep that up, sweetheart"
Obligingly, I squeeze his cock again.
I can tell he's almost done, however I'm only starting to feel the build up. I don't mention anything though. He won't care, he hasn't before. He'll throw himself over the cliff and leave me behind to watch. I clench one more time, knowing it'll get him there faster, and I hear him groan.
It's enough to send him over. I feel his hot cum splashing against my walls and filling me to the brim. It starts to slowly leak out around his cock, falling in a slow ooze down my ass cheek to the bed spread. Where evidence from every other night could be found.
"Fuck. Fuck! It gets better every time," he chuffs and collapses on top of me, his grip around my neck finally falling away.
He usually lays on me until his penis falls out. He used to say it's to feel "closer" to me. I just think he wants to clog my hole for as long as possible.
"Its only been three weeks, you might change your mind," I start bitting my lip, worried. What if he starts looking at other girls the way he looks at me? Jessica just started her period last month, so now everyone thinks she's so grown up. Is that something that Charlie would be into?
"I won't, and you wanna know why?" he asks, and I nod my head profusely. "Because in a year or two you're going to start developing. I'll be able to fuck your tits and an ass that'll bounce, if you're anything like your mother."
I think about what he says. If my body keeps getting bigger he'll still want me?
"If that'll take a year, what's to keep you from getting bored?"
"Anticipation"