Page 31 of Force of Nature

“That’s right, lick them clean,” he rasped. “You can say you don’t want it, but we both know you love the taste.”

It was true, and I especially loved the taste of my own pleasure when he was the one serving it. I swirled my tongue around his fingers, feeling so dirty and so free at the same time.

My dad’s gaze darkened as he watched my face. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said.

I didn’t move.

Sighing, he pulled his shirt off and then reached for his belt. I stared, my gaze riveted, as he pulled his pants and boxers off and stood at the foot of my bed with a massive erection. The way it pointed straight at me, like a promise, made my heart pound.

“Oh god,” I whispered. “Oh god, oh god… I can’t… I won’t”

“Won’t you?” He climbed onto the bed as I scrambled toward the headboard.

I shrieked as he grasped my ankle.

“Daddy, please don’t fuck me,” I begged. The intensity of the moment and the fact that we were doing this for real, in the daylight, on my bed, made it easy to muster tears.

“Don’t you see what you’ve done to me, Willow?” He dragged me toward him and then turned me onto my stomach. “Can’t you feel how much I need you?”

I felt his cock at my entrance as he pulled me onto my knees.

“Please,” I whined. “Don’t…” I moaned as he pushed his full length into me in one thrust. I was used to him taking me hard, but the first few seconds always hurt just a little bit as my muscles stretched to adjust. It was my favorite part, that dull, throbbing ache, when I didn’t have to fake being caught off guard.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He ran his hand down my spine before bringing it down hard against my ass.

My moan sharpened into a yelp.

“Daddy, that hurts.”

“I know it does, baby. Did you know that this unbelievably tight pussy clenches even tighter when I spank you?” He slapped my ass again in the same place and groaned. “Oh my god, it’s fucking incredible.”

He rocked his hips, fucking me in long, firm strokes, as he continued to spank me whenever he felt like he needed a little extra tension. I couldn’t stop myself from arching my back and grinding onto my dad’s cock.

“I wonder,” he said. “If spanking makes you clench tighter, what would a finger do?”

I froze in genuine surprise.

“What do you mean—” My words cut off with a strangled moan as he answered my question by sliding a spit-slickened finger into my ass.

It felt so strange and wrong to have anything in there, and I instinctively began to crawl forward. But my dad wouldn’t let me get away. He used his free hand to grip my hip, holding me in place as he drove himself into me harder and faster, moving his finger in and out of my ass to match the pace.

“Dad…” I whimpered, hardly able to catch my breath with the punishing rhythm that he’d set. “I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“You don’t have to know anything, baby. Daddy knows exactly what you need.”

He sounded so sure. I breathed deeply, allowing my rear muscles to relax, and let him take full control of me. I knew in my heart that I could trust him with my body. He knew every inch of it as well as I did by now.

After all, he’d helped make it.

Laying myself at my father’s mercy sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. My whole body buzzed like a live wire, and I could feel energy gathering in the pit of my stomach. I was going to come hard and soon, with his finger in my ass.

It was so dirty, so wrong.

And so incredibly perfect.

My moans and his grunts mingled with the sound of our bodies slapping together. Everything else faded away until nothing existed outside of this room. It was just me and my dad with stars in our eyes and nothing but love for each other.

Then he slid a second finger to my ass, and my mind exploded.

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