Daddy's Mad {Edward Thatch, celebstars}

It was intense when they first started to have sex. It was more exciting than with anyone else she had been with. Was it because it was her father? As her pussy was fed his cock, they kissed passionately once more, lips smudging together, tongues dancing and playing, their bodies pressed together. Her hand held the back of his head, not wanting the embrace to end, but it soon did so they could catch some air.

Wrapping her legs around the male, she squeezed her thighs against his hips and when he thrust in to her, she whimpered softly with her bottom lip trembling. "Ugh...daddy...." Brittney moaned, the hand on the back of his head squeezing hard, her nails slightly digging in to him. Closing her eyes, the dark haired woman focused on the feeling of the man's cock entering her.

Suddenly, she was moved, yelping in fear as he stood, taking her with him. Looking around, her hair swung in the air until he lowered her on to her back on the sofa. With him now on top of her, the thrusting got faster and the sex intensified. "Harder" the babygirl said, squeeze his ass cheek.

“Harder?” Did he hear her right? He had already unleashed every primal passion, every ounce of punishing and almost cruel lovemaking he had into her. He'd given her a part of himself he'd never dared to dream of giving any woman for fear of hurting her her. He'd already unleashed the animal cage inside himself and was slamming home in a brutal and punishing way. And she wanted “harder”? He almost completely lost his erection in that moment. What had his little girl been doing that what he was pouring out into her was not enough? He was heartsick. If all his viciousness and pent up rage from years on the police force poured into her was not enough for her he feared for the future of their relationship in all its forms. The only way he knew to be more brutal would be to treat her like a common street whore. But if that's what she wanted he would oblige. Dragging their bodies further down the couch and bracing his feet on the arm of the sofa for leverage he used his runners legs, to jam himself into her. Though he was sure to keep his chin tucked to his chest so she would not see his tears.