I held my breath as I gripped the sheets of his bed. His calloused hands traveled up my thigh, caressing places that my body wanted to retract inwards, but my heart begged it not to. I laid there, head on his pillow, as he spread my legs slowly and then positioned himself until his face was above mine. With a smile, he reached down to playfully adjust the band of my grey pajama shorts before resting his weight on me to kiss me. I closed my eyes. His slight stubble tickled my chin, and I tried not to smile, but I felt his lips curl in return. He was too patient, too kind -- it was a little unusual, but I didn't mind it. He continued to kiss me, deeper. I kissed him back. Eventually, his tongue found its way against mine. Sliding over and beside it, I let him taste me. I wanted to taste him too. I bucked my hips, and I wrapped my arms around him. My tongue slid over his as both of our breaths grew louder and mouths clumsier until our teeth ground against each other. He pulled away. The wet thread connecting our mouths fell onto my cheek. I swallowed, tasting the both of us, hoping that I hadn't done anything wrong. My dad looked at me. He pulled down his sweatpants, and then his boxers. My eyes traveled down towards his erection. I immediately followed along, taking off my shorts and panties, tossing them off the edge of the bed. I couldn't help but smile; I loved knowing that my dad got off to me. I loved knowing that I make his cock hard. It felt like I was made for him and him only -- my body fitted perfectly against his. He laid back on top of me, grinding his cock against my body as he kissed my neck. He liked it when I moaned, so I did. I loved feeling him harden against me. I bucked my hips, hoping he would understand what I wanted. He gave me a lick on the crook of my neck, moving up to the base of my earlobe before biting it. I found myself grinding harder against him. I could feel his breath warm against my ear. He snaked his hand up, pulling up my white T-shirt, exposing my bare chest. How romantic, I thought. He slid his hand up, grabbing my left breast, squeezing a little too hard. A whine escaped my lips, but that only caused him to squeeze harder. "That hurts..." "You like that, though, don't you?" I nodded. Of course... I was happy with anything he did to me. His finger traced a spiral inwards, slowly, closer and closer as my nipples grew harder. When he finally made it to the center, he gave my nipple a rough flick. I inhaled sharply. I wanted him to stop playing nice. I didn't want romance novel sex, and I knew he didn't either. He leaned down and gave my other nipple a kiss. Then, he placed it between his lips, sucking them gently... before scraping his teeth across it. I bucked my hips in response. That was what I wanted. Positive reinforcement. His teeth sank into my skin, almost gnawing, as if the softness was for ruining. He was taking too long. It wasn't like him. He suddenly positioned himself up straight above me, the tip of his cock grazing against the front of my crotch. Looking down at me, he grabbed and positioned himself at my entrance. "Wait, Papa." "Shhh... it's alright." "W-wait." My dad never really cared much about using that hole. I had even gotten into the habit of wearing the plug he bought for me around the house in case he was ever in the mood. I started feeling scared for the first time in a long time. "What are you doing? ...Papa?" He lifted his hand forward to comb his fingers through my hair, pushing back my bangs. "Relax." I held my breath in response. I was aware of the organic machinery of my body. The monthly routines of it. I panicked, trying to move him off. My dad grabbed my hand. "It'll be alright." "I don't want to get pregnant." He smiled at me. "You don't?" I shook my head. He leaned down to give me a brief kiss. "Not even if I want it?" Silence. He looked at the apprehension on my face. "I want to see your belly swell with my baby." I swallowed, not sure of what to say. He positioned his cock at my entrance once again, slowly making his way in. He was always into weird things. "I would love to show you off... my pretty little girl." He suddenly thrusted. I winced. He had never called me pretty before. "You would look so cute in a little dress with a big, round bump..." I looked up at him, eyes wet with from the barrage of words. "Really?" He smiled his strange smile -- the one that he did when he first fucked me, when he first fucked my ass, and when he finally persuaded me to let him spit on me, choke me, and piss in me. It was one of those smiles. "Yes, really." I smiled back, warmly. I was stupid, and he liked that. I was fine with that. His thrusts became steady, and my body embraces the unfamiliar sensation. I reached my arms up, begging for a hug. He leaned down into my embrace, and I felt his stubble against my neck. He let out a sigh. "So needy..." He accepted me, so I snuggled closer, closing my eyes. He continued thrusting, his breathing becoming heavier. "You would make such a cute mom." "I would...?" "Hah, yeah." I held him tighter, wrapping my legs around him. His thrusts became harder and deeper. My legs shook each time his cock slammed painfully against the deepest part of me. Loud and unashamed, I lied to myself to beg him to love me even more. "I want it...!" "Tell me what you want." "I want you to get me pregnant!" I felt a smirk against my neck. I whimpered. "You're such a stupid girl..." There they were. My favorite words. His cock was so hard, and tears rolled down across my temples. "Stupid thing. I can't believe you're mine." I sobbed with a cracked voice as my dad squeezed me in his arms as he came, shoving his cock so deep he might as well penetrated my womb. We laid there, breathing heavily as my dad's grip on me relaxed. He pushed himself up, resting his elbows against the bed. Slowly, he gingerly brushed aside my damp bangs before placing a kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes and smiled, knowing who loved me the most. "Go clean up." "'Kay." I laid there for a few moments more, waiting to hear the words that never come.