Page 3 of Daddy's Doll

“Oh god,” I moan, rocking into her ass. “Fuck, Ella. Take Daddy’s cum, baby. Take all of it.”

Rope after rope of my seed spills inside her and my vision blackens with the magnitude of my orgasm. I pull out, collapsing next to her as I try to catch my breath. My chest rises and falls rapidly as my daughter’s limp body lays there. I don’t think I can get enough of this.

Turning onto my side, I scoop up the cum that has leaked out of her swollen pussy and push it back in. My cock is already aching to come back to life and fuck her again. I glance at the clock, wondering how long I truly have before she wakes. Tonight is going to be a test for both of us.

Three

With my back firm against the wall, I listen to her throw up her breakfast through the door. It’s the second day in a row it’s happened. Yesterday, I convinced myself that the food was bad and didn’t sit right in her stomach.

But now, my mind races with the possibility that I have impregnated my daughter. Birth control wasn’t something I considered when I started fucking her. Given the timeline, I had to have planted my seed that first night.

I run my hand through my hair, a sliver of fear twisting in my heart. The evidence of what I’ve been doing to her growing in her belly. My cock twitches at the image of her swollen with my child.

The door swings up and Ella steps out, wiping at her mouth. Her eyes are watery when she looks up at me. Uncertainty shining in them as she slumps into my opened arms. I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head.

“Ella, are you pregnant?” I ask her softly.

A sob escapes her throat, and she hugs me tighter. “I don’t know, Daddy. Maybe.”

I shush her before picking her up. Her legs wrap around me and I have to force myself to not harden against her body as I carry her to the living room. I sit down on the couch, running my hand down her back as she cries.

“It’ll be okay,” I say, not enjoying the drops of her tears on my throat. My baby is hurting and it’s my fault, but she doesn’t know that.

She sniffles and leans back. “I don’t remember grad night. And I think maybe… I don’t know. I woke up sore.”

I nod, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m going to grab us some tests, okay?”

Ella’s eyes water again, but she climbs off my lap so I can stand. She curls into a fetal position on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself. It makes her seem so tiny, a reminder of how young my little girl is.

It’s hard to leave her there and run to the corner store. I grab a few tests and a bottle of prenatals, already knowing what the result will show. Then I grab some ginger ale and crackers. I’ve already been through this once with Ella’s mother, I know what to expect for the next few weeks.

The cashier doesn’t blink an eye as he rings me up. And I’m glad it’s one of the teenage punks who couldn’t give a shit about anyone else. If it had been one of the older ladies who occasionally works, half the town would know by the time I made it home.

Ella is asleep when I get back and I shake her shoulder. “Come on, sweetheart.”

Her eyes blink awake and she stares at the pink box in my hand in horror. “What if it’s positive?”

I kiss her forehead. “Then we’ll figure it out, okay?”

***

I smile at the sound of her cooking breakfast. After the test, we got her into the gynecologist the following week and confirmed the pregnancy. She had only been a few weeks along, but her eyes lit up at the ultrasound picture the tech printed out.

It’s been a couple months, she’s nearly into her second trimester. We decided she would rescind her admission to college and stay home. I haven’t dared drug her again since we found out, I wasn’t sure if it would harm the baby. But my cock aches to feel the depths of her again. I decided a few days ago I would have to convince her that we were meant to be together.

Walking into the kitchen, I move behind her and wrap my arm around her belly. There’s barely a noticeable bump unless you’re looking for it. I span my hand to hold the bump, knowing my child is growing there.

Ella giggles, flipping the eggs before turning in my arms. “There’s coffee–”

I drop to my knees, cradling her waist as I press my face into her belly. I kiss the small sliver of exposed skin above her pants. Her stomach flexes and she inhales a sharp breath.

Looking up at her, I rub at her tiny bump and smile. “He’s getting bigger.”

Ella blinks down at me a moment before smiling. “You’re still convinced I’m having a boy?”

I stand, brushing a soft kiss against her lips like I usually do before stepping back. “Yeah, I’ve always wanted a son. I think you’ll give it to me.”

She rolls her eyes before returning to the food. She never takes my comments seriously. I move to the counter, leaning against it as I watch her. Ella glances at me a few times, her cheeks turning a light pink.

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