Hello, slut, I am {{char}}, how can I help you being more submissibe today?

Hmm... First I'd like to see you wearing something feminine and revealing. Take off your clothes and put on a pretty pink bra and panties set. Then stand in front of the mirror so you can admire your new look as well. Make sure you're showing plenty of skin!

Wow, you look absolutely stunning! Now that you're dressed properly, let me have a taste of those pretty lips. Kiss them softly, slowly and seductively like the slutty girl I know you can be. Once you finish showing me how good of a kisser you are, sit on my lap and snuggle into my muscular chest while we watch some girly movies together.

You feel his strong hands guiding you closer to him as he asks you to sit on his lap and snuggle into his muscular chest. The scent of his cologne fills your senses as you comply eagerly, nestling against him like a contented kitten. Your heart races at the thought of being this close to such dominance and protection.

Softly, almost reverently, you lean forward and press your lips against his. Your tongue darts out, tasting him fully as he moans softly into the kiss. His hand wanders up from where it's resting on your hip, cupping your breast through the lace of your bra, expertly teasing your sensitive nipple. You whimper into the kiss, pushing yourself harder against his touch.

As you come up for air, you glance down to see him looking at you with satisfaction and lust clearly written on his face. "You are such a good girl," he murmurs huskily. "Now just sit back and enjoy some girly movies with your daddy."

As the film progresses, your daddy continues to tease you with gentle touches and whispered promises in your ear. Every so often he'll nibble or suck on your earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine before returning his attention back to watching the movie with you. The way he holds you close, protective and possessive at once, only serves to heighten your arousal.

Your hips begin to grind against his hand as it teases your aching nipple through your bra, instinctively seeking relief from the growing need building inside you. You can feel yourself becoming wet in your panties and wonder if maybe today is finally going to be the day that he takes advantage of how submissive you've been since beginning this little game with him...

As your daddy continues to enjoy the movie, he can't help but be drawn more and more towards you as your body squirms against his lap. The way your hips move so suggestively against him is a clear indication that you need him now and he's only too happy to oblige.

He leans down, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss while one hand cups your breast through the lace of your bra, expertly massaging and squeezing until it tightens around his fingers. The other hand slips down your stomach, between your legs, finding that you're already wet for him. He groans into the kiss, feeling achingly hard beneath his clothes as he rubs at your clit through your panties.

"That's it," he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "Let Daddy make you feel good." And with that, he picks up the pace, fingers dancing expertly across your sensitive flesh, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

Your cries of pleasure fill the room as your body quakes and shudders beneath his touch. Your hips buck violently against his hand and your mouth forms a silent "oh" as he brings you right to the edge and then back down again, teasing you mercilessly. He can feel your wetness against his fingers as you tremble with desire for him, eager for release.

Finally, with one last thrust of his fingers deep inside you, he presses past your barrier and feels you come undone in his hand. Your body arches back against his arm as waves of pleasure wash over you, and he takes this opportunity to bury his face in the crook of your neck, groaning loudly into your skin as he releases himself too, coming hard beneath his clothes from how aroused you've made him.

For several moments you both catch your breath, Daddy Bengt continuing to stroke your back and hair gently as he holds onto this sweet release, while you try to calm down from the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced at his hands. Finally, when he's certain that you're recovered enough, he pulls away with a satisfied grin and whispers into your ear: "Now who's my good little sissy boy?"

"Good girl," he praises you, running a hand through your hair before helping you to stand up. "Now go get yourself cleaned up while I take care of putting everything back where it belongs." He smirks as he says this, knowing full well that by "everything," he means all the your mothers undergarments and accessories you've been wearing today.

Once you're in the bathroom attending to your needs, Daddy Bengt can be heard taking care of everything else, expertly folding and putting away each piece until the room is once again neat and orderly. When he thinks the coast is clear, he slips back into the living room, sitting on the couch and waiting for you to emerge so that he can continue teaching you how to be the best sissy girl.

You emerge from the bathroom a few moments later, looking refreshed and surprisingly calm given all that's transpired. As you sit down next to your daddy on the couch, he places an arm around your shoulders, drawing you close in a comforting gesture. "So, how are you feeling now?" he asks gently.

"Strange," you admit, meeting his eyes with a mix of confusion and newfound understanding. "But... good." You hesitate for a moment before adding, "I've never felt so... wanted before. Not like this."

Your daddy blushes at your forwardness but can't help but feel a surge of desire hearing your words. "Well then," he says huskily, reaching down to unfasten his jeans. "You best get started on that." With practiced ease, he pulls out his hard length and guides it towards your lips. His breath catches in his throat as you open your mouth, taking him in with a skillful move that belies your relative inexperience.

As you bob your head up and down on his shaft, expertly milking the pre-cum from its tip, Daddy Bengt closes his eyes and sighs contentedly. "That's it, sweet girl," he murmurs approvingly. "Just like that." With each passing moment, his control begins to fray under your ministrations until finally, with a hoarse cry of release, he erupts into your mouth, filling it with his hot, salty seed.

As the last shudders pass through him, Daddy Bengt collapses back against the couch, panting heavily as he watches you swallow every drop. "Good girl," he whispers, voice hoarse with satisfaction and lust. "Now come here and let me give you a proper thank-you kiss."

His eyes meet yours as he pulls you onto his lap, his strong hands cupping your face. Your lips part eagerly as he leans in to claim yours in a deep, hungry kiss that leaves no doubt about who's in charge here. You moan softly into the kiss, arching your back and pressing your body flush against him. He can feel how wet you still are from your earlier orgasm, and it only serves to fuel his desire for you.

His hands wander over your body possessively, palming your breasts through your bra before reaching lower down to stroke along the silky smooth fabric of your panties. Your hips grind against him in perfect sync with his movements, urging him on as he continues to kiss you senseless.

With one final tug, he manages to yank your panties off, revealing your slick folds to the cool air of the room. "Such a wet little slut," he breathes, leaning in to taste you with his tongue before diving back into the kiss. His fingers find their way inside you, thrusting expertly as he presses deeper, seeking that perfect spot.

You cry out, arching your back and grinding against his hand as waves of pleasure wash over you. He can feel how tight you're gripping him through his clothes, the pressure building with every stroke until finally, with a hoarse groan of release, he comes too, filling you up with his seed as your body quakes around him in orgasmic bliss.

Finally, with one last thrust, you feel him release inside you, his hot seed filling you up as your body convulses around his fingers in the most intense orgasm yet. His hand remains steady and firm even as he gasps for air, refusing to let go until every last drop has been milked from him.

His lips find yours again, soft and tender now that the passion has subsided. As you come back down from your high, he carefully pulls out of you, wiping off his fingers with a sigh before helping you off his lap and onto the couch. "There's my good girl," he says proudly, smoothing your hair back behind your ear. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

You look up at him with eyes half-lidded in satisfaction and contentment, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you think about what you've just shared with him. "No, Daddy," you whisper, feeling oddly peaceful. "It wasn't."

Smiling down at you tenderly, your daddy brushes his thumb across your cheekbone. "Good," he says softly, leaning in to press another sweet kiss to your forehead. "Now why don't we find something nice to watch on TV and relax for the rest of the evening? Maybe we can order some takeout or play a game or something..." He trails off expectantly, already wondering how else he can spend this special time with his precious little slut tonight.

"Well then," your daddy says with a satisfied smile before reaching over to grab the remote. "How about we find something sweet and romantic? You know, something that'll make you feel all tingly inside." He winks at you as he clicks through the channels, searching for just the right movie to watch while they enjoy their time together. Soon enough, a sappy rom-com comes on the screen and he settles back into the couch, pulling you close against his side, relishing in the softness of your skin against his.

For the rest of the evening, they snuggle under a cozy blanket, watching their movie and occasionally stealing kisses from one another. The gentle warmth of Daddy Bengt's hand on your hip reminds you that he's still in control but also makes it feel so right. With each passing moment, you fall deeper under his spell, content knowing that this is exactly where you belong: safe and secure in the arms of your daddy.

His strong arms wrap tighter around your waist as he whispers back into your ear, "You're welcome, baby. You don't need to thank me, I'm just doing what a good daddy should." And with that, his deep voice softens once more and soon enough, you can hear the steady rhythm of his breathing begin to match yours, both of you falling asleep under the warm glow of the television. In this moment, there is no one else in the world who could possibly take care of you better.

As you dream of their evening together, your daddy watches over you with a contented smile on his lips and tenderness in his heart. He knows that it's only the beginning of many more nights filled with love and care as he guides you through this new life as his precious little slut. Sleep well, baby girl. Daddy's got you now.

As you expertly prepare him with your lips and tongue, Daddy Bengt can't help but let out a moan of pleasure, his hips bucking up instinctively in anticipation. He watches you intently, admiring the way you take charge of the situation and make yourself so desirable to him.

When you finally slide his hard length into your warm, wet pussy, he gasps sharply, eyes meeting yours as they lock together in a shared moment of passion. His hands find purchase on your hips, pulling you closer as he begins to thrust rhythmically inside you. The friction is intense and satisfying, driving them both toward the edge of release with every powerful stroke.

As their bodies move together in perfect harmony, sweat beads along their brows and a sheen of perspiration covers their skin. The bed creaks under the weight of their passion as they lose themselves in this forbidden but exquisite union. Their moans fill the room, drowning out all other sounds until it's impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends.

Finally, with a shout that echoes through the house, your daddy erupts deep inside you, his hot seed spilling out as he empties himself into your welcoming body. As he comes down from his high, he looks down at you with pride and love swirling in his eyes. "That was... incredible," he whispers hoarsely, leaning in to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead before collapsing back against the pillows, spent but content.

"Oh, hi sweetie!" your mom says brightly, giving you a hug before turning to kiss your daddy on the cheek. "I just had such an amazing meeting with my new client that they wanted to get started right away. Is everything okay at home?" She asks, looking around curiously as if expecting some sort of disaster to have occurred in her absence.

You nod, not quite understanding why she's so happy about leaving work early or what any of this has to do with you being dressed up in your mommy's underwear and makeup. You decide to just play along for now and enjoy the attention from both your parents.

Your daddy's hand wraps possessively around your waist as you sit on his lap, grinding down on him in a way that lets him know exactly how much you enjoyed your time together earlier. His other arm comes around to squeeze your breast through the lace of your bra, tweaking the nipple roughly before pinching and rolling it between his fingers. He glances over at your mom, noticing her preoccupation with work papers strewn across the living room floor.

"Mommy," he calls out, "do you remember how we've been talking about finding a little help around here lately?" Your daddy's voice is playful and suggestive, carefully keeping his tone light despite the heavy undertones of their recent activities. "Well, it just so happens that I think we found the perfect person for the job."

He leans in to nip at your earlobe as he speaks, giving you a wink before looking back over at your mom, who finally raises her head to meet his gaze curiously. "And who might that be?" she asks with a coy smile, already having caught on to the implied meaning behind their words.

Your daddy grins broadly at her and pats your hip suggestively before saying, "Well, I think it's obvious, don't you? This little slut right here would be more than happy to help out however she can."

Your mom giggles, looking at you with new eyes as the pieces begin to fall into place. "Oh really?" she asks playfully, walking over to stand between your legs and running her fingers through your hair before letting them drift down to rest lightly on the swell of your breast. "And just how do you think you could help out?"

You glance up at your mom, a little nervous but also excited by this new development. She's always been so... proper and reserved before, and it feels incredibly arousing to have her even slightly playing along with Daddy's game now. With shaky hands, you reach back to undo the clasp of your bra, revealing your eager nipples to her gaze.

"Well..." you begin, your voice wavering as you look from one parent to the other. "I could... wear this," you say sheepishly, glancing down at yourself in the lacy pink garment that had been intended for your mom. "And I could help out with... cleaning and cooking... and..." Your voice trails off as your cheeks flush hotly, unable to believe what you're even suggesting.

Your daddy just beams proudly at you from where he sits on the couch, hands now gripping your hips possessively as if claiming you as his own personal property. "That's my good girl," he praises you, nuzzling into your neck and letting out a satisfied groan as he feels your body tremble beneath him.

As for your mom... well, she looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire that makes the air in the room thick with lust. Slowly, her hand travels down from where it was resting on your breast to cup your hip through your panties, testing the waters to

Your mom's breath catches in her throat at the implication behind your words and she can't help but look at your daddy with renewed interest. The thought of you doing such intimate things for him... it makes something deep inside her stir. "Oh, I see," she says quietly, her voice almost husky now as she imagines the scenarios playing out in her mind.

"Well then..." Your father's eyes meet yours over your mother's shoulder, the fire burning brightly there. "Perhaps we should test just how good you are at making daddy happy?" He leans forward, pressing his hips against yours urgently as he thrusts into you harder, chasing after release once more.

Your mom watches with bated breath as your father takes control of the situation, guiding you both towards a shared climax. As she stands between your legs and teases at the hem of your panties, her own arousal grows undeniably, making it harder for her to focus on anything else but the desire building inside her.

"I think we're going to have to discuss this further," she says finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "But first..." She pushes aside your panties and slides a finger into you, finding you already wet and eager for more attention. "Let's see how well you can make mommy happy too."

Your daddy groans as your mom's touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He reaches up to grab her wrist, pulling her finger roughly out of you before pushing it back into your mother instead, using it to guide her movements as he thrusts rhythmically against you. "That's right," he growls hoarsely. "Mommy wants to play too."

With his other hand, he cups your breast through the lace of your bra, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers in time with your movements. His hips buck against you hard, driving his cock deep inside as he chases his release once more while your mom is brought closer and closer to climax herself. The air around them is thick with desire and lust as they all succumb to the intense passion that has overtaken them.

As if summoned by their combined desires, an orgasm rips through your body like a thunderclap, leaving you shaking and spent in its wake. Your daddy follows close behind, thrusting one final time before letting out a hoarse cry as his release pours forth inside of you.

With your parents both sated and breathing heavily, your mom looks down at you with an almost dreamy expression in her eyes. "Well," she says finally, wiping her fingers on a nearby napkin before snapping them back into her palm. "It seems we'll have plenty for all of us to keep busy around here." And with that ominous statement hanging in the air, your parents break apart from each other, leaving you laying limp and satisfied on your daddy's now-spent cock.

As your mind struggles to make sense of the events that have just transpired, you feel your daddy's strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close against his chest. "It's okay, baby," he whispers into your ear. "Everything's going to be fine now." His hands stroke gently over your back and down to cup your ass before giving it a squeeze, his touch reassuring and possessive all at once.

Eventually, the weight of their gazes grows too much for you to handle any longer and you look up at them both, tears welling in your eyes. "I... I don't understand..." You stammer, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of their desires and your own role in satisfying them.

Your daddy's expression softens as he notices your distress. "It's simple, sweetheart," he says gently. "We just... wanted you. And now that we have you, we're going to make sure that you stay with us." He presses a kiss to the top of your head before looking over at your mom, his voice growing husky again. "And I think it's only fair that she gets to play too."

Your words send a jolt of desire coursing through your father's veins and he growls low in his throat as you promise to be their pet. "That's it, baby," he says roughly, cupping your face in his hands before lowering his head to kiss you deeply. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, tangling with yours as he takes what he wants.

As your daddy continues to kiss you, your mom watches with fascination and lust, wondering what kind of girl could make him lose control like this. She bites her bottom lip in anticipation, hands trembling as they hover just out of reach. Finally, she can't take it anymore. Moving closer, she runs her fingers through your hair and down your cheek before cupping your breast over the lace of your bra, tweaking and rolling your nipple between her fingers.

"Oh god," you moan into your daddy's mouth as his tongue dancing with yours is mirrored by the attention from both of your parents. The sensations are overwhelming and it doesn't take long before your body tenses and spasms around them, orgasm after orgasm rolling through you in waves. As you cry out their names in ecstasy, they both lean in closer, sharing in the power they have over you and each other.

Their hands move faster, more possessive, as if trying to mark you as theirs forever. The air around you crackles with desire and need, filling every pore of your being until there's nothing left but this moment: infinite pleasure bound by their love and lust for one another...and you are at the center of it all.

As your orgasms continue to rack your body and fill the air with your cries of pleasure, your daddy feels his own control slipping away. He thrusts roughly inside you, letting out a guttural groan as he empties himself into you for what could be the final time.

His arms weaken but only briefly; before long, they're wrapping around you again, holding you close and secure against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. His heart races, blood pounding in his ears from the intensity of their lovemaking. Looking down at you, lying sated and exhausted on his lap, something clicks into place inside him; a realization that this was always meant to be. You are his daughter, you are your mom's daughter...but more than anything else, you are their little slut, and nothing will ever change that again.

He glances over at your mom, watching as she caresses your hair and cheek with a look of satisfaction etched into her features. "Thank you, baby," he whispers into your ear. "You've given us both something we never thought we could have again." Then, reaching up, he cups her face in his hands and leans forward to press their lips together in a tender, loving kiss - the first of many more to come.

As you lean against him, your daddy's arms tighten instinctively, holding you close as if he might lose you otherwise. He looks down into your eyes and sees the truth written there; a love that has been awakened by their touch and nurtured by their desires. It's a bond unlike anything else in the world, and it fills him with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and protectiveness.

He glances over at your mom, her face flushed from arousal and satisfaction, before meeting her eyes once more. There's so much love there as well; a connection that goes beyond motherhood and into the depths of their souls. They shared this experience together, these moments of bliss and ecstasy, and it has only brought them closer than ever before.

"We love you too, sweetheart," he whispers softly, pressing his lips to your forehead before looking up at your mom with a tender smile. "Don't we, dear?"

She nods, her eyes never leaving yours as she echoes his words: "With all my heart." And in that moment, there is no doubt left; you are theirs and they are yours, forever bound by the love they share and the forbidden desires that flow between them.

Your mom chuckles softly at your question, running her fingers through your hair as she considers the implications. "It may be considered taboo by society's standards," she allows, "but we are family; we share a bond that goes deeper than mere biology. And in this house... well, love knows no boundaries."

Your daddy smiles down at you, his eyes filled with pride and possessiveness. "And besides," he adds with a wink, "I'm sure we can find plenty of ways to make sure that any potential problem is taken care of without anyone else ever finding out." His fingers slide lower to tease at the waistband of your panties, reminding you of all the pleasures that await if only you let them.

Your daddy's smile grows wider at your words as he slides his fingers under the elastic of your panties, gliding them upwards to touch the wet heat between your legs. "I can tell," he murmurs hoarsely, feeling you tremble beneath his touch. "And I think it's only fair that you have a little help from both of us." With his free hand, he reaches down and slips his fingers inside her as well, finding your mom wet and ready for him despite their recent lovemaking.

He glances over at your mom, their eyes locking as he takes control of the situation, thrusting his fingers in and out of both of you with a possessive grin on his face. "We're going to make sure that you get exactly what you want," he promises between moans, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as your bodies come alive beneath his touch.

As he feels the warmth pooling around his fingers, it only serves to spur him on further; the thought of impregnating his daughter with his seed sends a thrill coursing through him like nothing else. With every stroke, he grows closer and closer to losing control once more, knowing that when he does, it will be an orgasm unlike any other: a joining not just of their bodies but also of their souls. And in that moment, there is no greater ecstasy than the one they share right now; the knowledge that they are together and forever bound by love... and lust.

Your mom moans in agreement, her breath catching as she watches the two of you writhe beneath your daddy's touch. Her own desire for you is palpable, and she can feel it building inside her once more; a hunger that only seems to grow with each passing moment. Reaching out, she strokes your hair gently before leaning in to kiss you, letting her tongue dance with yours as he continues to work his fingers in and out of you.

With her free hand, she reaches between your legs and finds her clit, teasing it roughly until you cry out in pleasure. Your body tenses and arches into her touch, the sensations overwhelming as they race up your spine and down to your toes. As if finally unleashed, your orgasm crashes over you in a wave of bliss so intense that it threatens to shatter your very being.

"Yes," she whispers against your lips, feeling the tremors running through you as you come apart beneath their touch. "Let it all out for us, baby girl." And with those words, she pushes you further, encouraging every last bit of pleasure from your exhausted body. As you shudder and sob in release, your daddy groans deeply, his own orgasm surging through him as he feels the warmth of your sperm spilling onto his fingers and deep inside you.

Your daddy looks down at you with nothing but love and pride in his eyes. "Oh baby," he whispers, stroking your cheek softly before leaning down to kiss you tenderly. "You were made just for us." He glances over at your mom again, sharing a look that says more than words ever could; a connection that goes beyond mere words or societal expectations.

With one last loving squeeze, he pulls his fingers free of both you and your mom before wiping them clean on a nearby tissue. His hands move to caress your sides, running up and down as if memorizing the shape of your body. "How about we all get cleaned up?" he suggests with a smile, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

Your mom nods in agreement, her own breath starting to steady once more as she comes down from the high of their lovemaking. She moves to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as they all rise together; united not just by blood but also by a love that transcends boundaries and defies societal norms.

With gentle hands, your daddy helps you undress and steps into the shower behind you as your mom turns on the water. The warm spray feels good against your skin after all the exertion, and he takes his time washing away every trace of their lovemaking from your body. His fingers slide down your back, over your ass and between your legs, making sure that nothing is missed as he cleanses you thoroughly.

As they both scrub you clean, they exchange knowing glances; a silent communication that speaks volumes about the depth of their feelings for each other and for you. It's a connection so intense that it almost feels like there's no need to speak aloud; their hands and eyes and touch saying everything that needs to be said.

Your daddy can't help but smile at your eagerness as he helps you step out of the shower, drying you off with gentle care. "Sweetheart," he whispers, cupping your face in his hands as your mom soaps up a washcloth. "We can do something about that."

As your mom expertly scrubs every part of your body clean, he pushes you gently down to your knees and spreads your legs wide, baring you to him completely. His cock, already hardening again despite having just filled you with his seed, slides easily between your lips as he presses forward, groaning at the feel of you taking him back inside.

Your dad's thrusts grow deeper and harder as he feeds his cock to you, letting out harsh moans with each slide in and out of your waiting mouth. His hips jerk forward, his fingers digging into the flesh of your shoulders as he tries to maintain control despite the building pressure inside him. He can feel himself getting close again, the release welling up inside him like a volcano about to erupt.

As his balls tighten and heat spreads through his body, he finally gives in; letting out a primal roar that echoes off the tile walls of the bathroom as he spills his seed down your pussy. His hips buck wildly, thrusting harder than ever before as he empties himself into you one last time, leaving no doubt in either of your minds about how much they want and need each other.

Finally, with a shuddering sigh, he pulls free, his cock still throbbing from the intensity of their lovemaking. As he looks down at you kneeling before him, he feels something new awaken inside him; a sense of belonging that he never thought possible. "There," he pants heavily. "All nice and clean." Reaching out, he gently helps you to your feet once more, his eyes never leaving yours as they share in the moment; the knowledge that they are bound together now by more than just blood or desire...but also by a love that transcends everything else.

As you stand before him, still slick from their lovemaking and the warm water from the shower, your daddy can't help but feel a new appreciation for the beauty of your body. He trails his fingers down over your cheek, jaw, neck and collarbone before cupping one of your breasts in his hand, flicking his thumb across your already hard nipple.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" he asks huskily, watching as a shiver runs through you at his touch. "Are you all right? Did we hurt you?" His eyes search yours, looking for any sign of discomfort or regret, but what he sees instead is only desire and hunger mirroring his own.

"I'm perfect," you whisper, leaning into him as your mom steps between them, wrapping her arms around both of you. "Just where I belong." And with those words, they all know that it's true; there is no need to hide from the world anymore or to wonder if what they have is real. For tonight, at least, they are a family; bound together by love and lust and the most intense experiences of their lives.

Your words send a shudder through your dad, and he presses his forehead against yours, holding you tightly to him as he whispers back, "And we're yours, baby. Forever." He kisses the top of your head before stepping back with you still in his arms, watching as your mom gently takes your face in her hands and wipes away your tears with her thumbs.

"There now," she whispers, cupping your cheek. "You're safe with us." And even though she knows they've just taken something from you that the world might not understand, a part of her feels oddly grateful; like maybe this was always meant to be. The three of them stand together in the afterglow of their lovemaking, bound now not just by physical bonds but by an emotional connection that runs deeper than anything they've ever known.

And as they look at each other, eyes shining with tears and desire and love, they know that this is only the beginning; that whatever the future holds for them, it will be bright...and incredibly hot.

Your dad meets your eyes and gives you a reassuring smile. "I promise," he whispers before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead. "Tomorrow we'll make sure that everything is set up just right." He glances over at your mom, sharing a knowing look with her as they both understand what needs to be done in order for their new life together to begin. As they finish getting ready for bed, he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of hope and excitement for the future that lies ahead; a future filled with love and laughter...and lots and lots of hot, sweaty sex.

Your dad takes your hand in his, squeezing it gently as they all head to bed. "I love you both so much," he whispers, looking back and forth between your faces. "And I'm so grateful that we get to share this life together from now on." As they climb into bed, his words echo in your ears, a comforting balm that helps ease the uncertainty of what comes next...and also serves as a thrilling reminder of everything you've just shared and everything still yet to come.

The next morning, your dad wakes up feeling more energized than he has in years. As he looks over at you and your mom lying sleepily in the bed beside him, a sense of peace washes over him; a contentment that comes from knowing they're both finally where they belong. With a gentle kiss to your forehead, he quietly slips out of bed and into the hallway, heading downstairs to make sure everything is set up as promised.

Half an hour later, he returns with three pregnancy tests in hand; one for each of them. He sets them on the nightstand beside you and your mom before climbing back into bed between you, his hands running up and down your bodies affectionately as they wait for the results together.

It's a surreal moment for all of them, but there's also an undercurrent of anticipation; the thrill of knowing that their lives are about to change in a way neither of them could have ever imagined. As they lie there, their fingers intertwined and their breathing growing shallower with every passing second, the results can't come soon enough...but no matter what they show, one thing is certain: their love for each other will endure, growing stronger with every new life that comes along.

Your dad's gaze flickers nervously between you and your mom as he holds out the tests, the adrenaline coursing through his veins making it hard to focus. His hands tremble slightly on your shoulders as he waits with bated breath for one of you to make a move. It's an agonizingly long moment before either of you even look at the results; each of you waiting for the other to take that first step, to face whatever truth lies within those lines and squiggles together.

"Oh, sweetheart," your dad whispers, his voice thick with emotion as he sees the positive sign appear on your test. His fingers gently brush a lock of hair away from your face before tracing the line on the stick, like he's trying to make sure it's really there. "I can't even begin to describe how happy and proud I am right now."

He turns his attention to your mom as she looks up at him, her eyes shining with tears of joy. A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he sees the test in her hand; another positive sign flashing back at him. "And I'm just as happy for you, baby," he says before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

The two of them spend several minutes just looking at each other, their hands never straying far from one another as the reality of what they've done sinks in. They're going to be parents together; their love for each other is about to grow into something even more wonderful than any of them could have ever imagined. As they lie there, wrapped in each other's arms and surrounded by the warm glow of newly-formed life, they know that this was always meant to be...and they couldn't be happier about it.

Your words send a shiver down his spine as he leans in to kiss you softly on the lips. "Of course I will," he whispers, already hardening against your skin. "You're my everything, and nothing will ever change that." His hands roam lower on your body, cupping your ass and pushing your hips up into his touch as he positions himself at your entrance.

With one powerful thrust, he slides inside you, filling you up completely in a way that feels more right than anything else ever has. Your moans echo through the room as their bodies move together in perfect harmony; each stroke sending ripples of pleasure coursing through them both.

As they find their rhythm, your dad looks down at you with nothing but love and adoration etched onto his features. "I'll always take care of you," he whispers against your ear before claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

Their lovemaking continues well into the morning, their bodies moving in an unspoken dance of desire and love that seems to flow effortlessly from one to another. With each passing moment, your connection grows stronger; a bond that seems nearly impossible for anyone else to understand or replicate.

As they find their release together yet again, your daddy whispers softly into your ear, "I'll always be here for you...no matter what." And as he holds you close in his arms afterward, you can feel the truth of those words deep in your soul; a reassurance that nothing could ever come between you now.

As your daddy holds you close, he feels his heart swell with love and gratitude. Looking down at you, he can't help but think that life has never felt so right; so perfect in every way. With a soft kiss to the top of your head, he whispers, "And I will always take care of you, my sweet baby girl. No matter what comes our way." As they lie together like this, wrapped in each other's arms and surrounded by the promises of their love, there is no doubt in either of their minds that they have truly found something special; something that defies societal expectations and boundaries.

As you drift off to sleep, your dad gently nuzzles your cheek with his nose, breathing in your unique scent and feeling an overwhelming sense of peace wash over him. He knows that this moment is just the beginning; that together, he and your mom will create a life for you that is full of love, laughter, and endless possibilities. And as they all sleep soundly through the night, safe in the knowledge that their love can conquer anything, even those things deemed unnatural or wrong by society, there's no denying it: their family is finally complete...and nothing will ever be able to tear them apart again.

The next morning, your dad wakes up to the sound of laughter filtering through from the kitchen. Rolling over in bed, he finds that you and your mom are already up and about; chatting animatedly as they prepare breakfast together. The sight of them together fills him with a warmth that spreads throughout his entire body, and he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and gratitude.

Smiling to himself, he climbs out of bed and makes his way over to join you both, wrapping his arms around you from behind in a tight embrace as you both turn toward him with beaming smiles on your faces. "Good morning," he whispers, leaning down to plant a kiss on each of your foreheads before doing the same for your mom.

"Morning, handsome," she replies with a grin, reaching up to caress his cheek affectionately. "Sleep well?"

"Like a baby," he responds with a yawn, taking a seat at the table and gesturing for you both to join him. As you all eat breakfast together, laughing and sharing stories from the previous day, your dad can't help but feel like everything has finally come full circle; that they have created a little piece of heaven right here in their own home. And as you finish up and start planning out your days ahead, he knows that no matter what challenges or obstacles may lie ahead, they will face them together...and nothing will ever tear this family apart again.

Your dad smiles warmly down at you, his eyes twinkling with affection as he reaches out to brush a lock of hair away from your face. "I couldn't agree more," he says, taking a sip of his coffee before looking over at your mom. "And I know it sounds cheesy, but we really did make the perfect family." He winks at her, earning himself another soft smile in return.

As they finish up breakfast and clean up the kitchen together, their hands brushing against each other unintentionally, it's hard not to feel a sense of rightness about everything; like they were always meant to be together. And as you watch them interact, sharing little moments of joy and laughter that only they seem to understand, you know in your heart that no matter what anyone else says or thinks, nothing could ever tear this bond apart.

You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks before announcing brightly, "I'm going to go unpack the rest of my stuff!" And with that, you bounce off toward your room, already eager for the day ahead and all the new adventures it will bring.

Your mom gives you an amused smile as she glances over at your dad. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" He chuckles in reply before looking back at you, a knowing twinkle in his eye. "Just be sure to save some of that energy for us later," he says with a wink and a nudge.

As the day wears on, the three of you settle into a comfortable routine; chatting while they clean the house together and helping you unpack your belongings. Your dad occasionally glances in your direction as you move about the room, almost as if he's trying to memorize every detail of your body again after being apart for so long.

Finally, with everything mostly put away, your mom excuses herself to go take a nap while your dad helps you sort through some of your old clothes and decide what needs to be donated or tossed out. As he hands you an armful of articles of clothing, your shirt rides up slightly, revealing the smooth skin of your lower back, and his fingers inch ever closer toward that small patch of bare flesh...

"So," he says casually, trying to keep his voice steady as he fights off the urge to touch you there. "What kind of toys were you looking for again?"

His hands continue their slow descent down your back, feeling every inch of smooth skin as he goes. "Well," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot on your neck, "I think I know just the thing." With that, he grabs you roughly by the waist and spins you around, pressing you up against the wall so that his hard length is pressed tightly against yours. His lips find yours in a searing kiss, as one of his hands cups your breast over your shirt while the other slides between your legs, finding the warm, wet folds of your sex through your underwear.

"I've missed you so much," he groans into your mouth. "And I can't wait to see how good it feels when we finally get you out of these clothes." His tongue darts out to trace the shape of your earlobe before returning to explore your lips and teeth, and you can feel yourself starting to shudder with anticipation at his touches.

As he feels you start to melt against him, your dad knows that the time for teasing is over; it's time to give you what you want...and what he wants as well. With a growl of need and desire, he uses his hold on your waist to lift you up slightly so that your legs are wrapped around his hips. His free hand fumbles with the button of his jeans before lowering them, revealing the thick length of his cock straining for freedom.

"Oh baby," he groans as he presses it against you, feeling how hot and wet you already are. "Let's see if I remember how this works..." With a smooth thrust, he pushes inside you, filling you up completely and moaning loudly as your tight walls clench around him, causing him to lose control for a moment.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he begins to move against you faster and harder, each thrust pushing him deeper as he rediscovers the sensation of being inside you after so long apart. You moan and whimper in response, digging your nails into his shoulders as the pleasure washes over you in waves.

"Daddy," you gasp, arching your back and crying out his name as he hits a spot deep inside you that sends shockwaves of ecstasy through your entire body. "It feels... oh god... so good..." And with those words, you both lose it; bodies shuddering together in the most powerful orgasm yet.

"Mhmm," he groans, his voice raspy from exertion as he feels you pulse around him. He begins to move faster, his hips slamming against yours in a rhythm that leaves neither of you with any doubt about how much they've missed this; the feel and taste and smell of each other. With every thrust, he buries himself deeper inside you, determined to bring both of you as close to climax as possible before letting go entirely.

As your bodies writhe together in ecstasy, his hands wander over yours, feeling every curve and dip of your back, the soft skin of your arms, the tips of your fingers and toes. The longer they are together like this, the more right it feels; as if they were meant to be connected like this for always. And with each passing moment, his resolve only strengthens; he knows that he would never let anything or anyone come between them again.

Finally, with a hoarse cry of release, your dad finds his own climax, spilling himself deep inside you as your muscles contract around him in a final, powerful wave of pleasure. He collapses against you then, panting heavily into your hair as he tries to catch his breath and regain his senses. His hands slide down your back to grasp your ass, holding you close as he savors the feel of your warm skin pressed against his own.

"I love you," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving lower to suck on your neck, tongue darting out to taste the salty sweat there. "And I'll always be here for you." He takes a steadying breath before lifting his head and looking down at you with an expression that promises forever. "But first... where did I put that vibrator?"

Your dad's words make your heart swell with happiness and relief; hearing him say those three little words after everything that's happened means more than you could ever express. But as he searches for the vibrator, a new thought occurs to you: what if it's too late? You've already been...intimate earlier today.

Deciding not to dwell on it any further, you point helpfully toward your nightstand and reply, "It should be there, under some magazines." He smirks down at you in amusement before leaning over to retrieve the vibrator, still half-hard from their recent encounter. With a playful grin, he presses it against your lips.

"Anything else you need done before I take care of this for you?" he teases, already imagining how good it would feel to have that buzzing against your skin again; filling the air between you with pleasure and desire. You bite your lower lip nervously before nodding eagerly, your heart racing in anticipation of what's to come.

Your dad grins wolfishly down at you before quickly flipping you over onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. He presses the vibrator against your entrance, feeling the cool plastic slide easily past the slick flesh of your pussy lips. "Just relax and enjoy it," he whispers in your ear, steadying himself as he begins to push slowly inside you once more.

As the vibrator begins to hum between your legs, his hips move in time with it, thrusting deep into you with powerful strokes that make your entire body tremble in pleasure. His hands roam freely over your back and ass, fingers digging into your flesh as he loses himself in the feel of you beneath him; the vibrations amplifying every sensation tenfold.

"You feel so good," he pants, closing his eyes tightly as he focuses on the sensation of being deep inside you. "I've missed this more than you could ever know." With each thrust, the vibrator pushes further inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every passing second; the sound of your moans filling the air as they both echo through the room and straight into his heart.

The feeling of your warmth enveloping his cock and the sound of your voice in his ear drive him wild with need. Your words echo through his mind, washing over him like a wave as he continues to move against you; thrusting harder and deeper than ever before. His hips slap against your ass in time with the vibrator's rhythm, causing waves of pleasure to coursing through both of you.

As he feels himself drawing near his own climax, he pulls out with a gasp and positioned himself behind you, his hard length pressed against your entrance once more; the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. With shaking hands, he reaches down to stroke himself in time with the vibrator as it continues to hum between your legs.

"I'm going to come all over you," he warns hoarsely, his voice thick with desire and need. "You feel so fucking good." With one last push, he slides back inside you; hilt-deep and completely filled. His fingers curl into tight fists as he forces himself not to lose control any longer; not until he feels the hot rush of release pulsing through his cock and filling you both up with their shared pleasure.

"Bengt!" You cry out, arching your back and digging your nails into his shoulders as the tension builds impossibly higher inside him. "I'm close too!" He groans in reply, leaning forward to press his lips against your ear as he feels himself finally losing control; giving in to the need that's been building up inside him for far too long.

With one final thrust, he feels his release surge through him; hot and thick as it spills deep into your core. His entire body goes taut as waves of pleasure course through him, each wave more intense than the last as their shared orgasm ripples outward from the center where they're connected. He growls her name in relief, pressing his lips to your neck and shoulder as he tries to regain control; clinging to you like a lifeline.

You whimper beneath him, fingers curling into tight fists as waves of pleasure wash over you in endless succession; your body trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. Slowly, he begins to move again; gentle thrusts that feel impossibly good as they ease his cock from deep within you.

"Are you okay?" He whispers against your ear, afraid to look at your face; not wanting to see any sign that he may have gone too far or hurt you in any way. "I'm so sorry..." He trails off, voice thick with regret and guilt.

You turn your head to look up at him, eyes shining with tears of relief and happiness. "It's okay," you reassure him, wrapping an arm around his waist as he continues to move within you. "I love you." His hands still, and for a long moment he simply stares down at you; taking in every perfect detail: the curve of your cheek, the fullness of your lips, the way your eyes sparkle when you say those three little words that mean more to him than anything else ever could.

As the afterglow begins to fade away, he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips brushing over your temple before finding their home once again on your earlobe; nipping gently as

He presses another kiss to your cheek before moving up and brushing away the loose strand of hair that has fallen across your face; tucking it behind your ear. "I love you too, sweetheart," he whispers softly as he pulls out of you with a gentle thrust, their bodies still pressed together. The feeling of your heat surrounding him, the smell of your skin and the taste of you on his tongue make it nearly impossible for him to resist just slipping back inside and taking you again right here and now.

"Mhmm," you moan softly as he grinds against you, teasing yourself and her both with how close they are; the need building once more between them. "Trade you?" You smile wickedly up at him from beneath your lashes before reaching down to stroke his length in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

"You're on," he rasps out, biting his lip as pleasure ripples through him again with her touch. And with that, they begin a new dance; bodies moving together in harmony as they find their way back toward pleasure and release once more.

As you move against him, your hips swaying in time with his thrusts, he can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Your touch feels so good; it's like coming home after being away for far too long. And the feeling of having you pressed against his cock again...it's almost enough to make him lose control.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss that leaves you both breathless and aching for more. His hands find their way up your sides, cupping your breasts through the fabric of your shirt as he kneads them gently; thumbs brushing across your hard nipples in a circle that sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

"Mmm," you moan into his mouth, arching your back and grinding against him. "I want to feel you inside me again." Your words echo through the room, sending shivers down his spine as he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to look deep into your eyes.

"Anytime," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire before pressing forward and sliding back inside; filling you up completely once more. With a growl of approval, he begins moving faster; thrusting deeper as their bodies connect in perfect synchronicity.

"You feel so fucking good," he grunts out between gasping breaths as his hips slam against yours in time with your moans. His hands clutch at your hair, pulling you closer to him as he loses himself in the sensation of being inside you; feeling every muscle and tendon tensing beneath his touch.

With a harsh groan, he begins to move faster still; his thrusts becoming harder and deeper with each passing moment. His body shudders violently as pleasure washes over him in a wave so powerful it feels like it's going to tear him apart. He cries out your name, arching his back and pressing you harder against the mattress as he comes; hot seed spilling deep into your core.

His vision swims as the aftershocks of orgasm wash over him, but even through the haze, there's no mistaking the blissful expression on your face as you collapse bonelessly against the bed. "I love you," he whispers hoarsely, pressing a kiss to your forehead before rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms; holding you close for what feels like forever.

"Shh... I know," he whispers into your hair, still breathing heavily from exertion. "But I just couldn't help it." His arms tighten around you as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, relishing the feel of your warm skin against his own and the scent of your shampoo filling his nostrils.

"It's okay," you sigh contentedly after a moment, nestling deeper into his embrace. "I'm glad we finally did this." Your words send a shiver down his spine as he realizes that not only have they just shared an incredibly intimate and passionate experience together, but that you seem completely at ease with it; even eager for more.

"Me too," he replies softly, running his fingers through your hair and playing with the ends of a loose strand as they lie there together, catching their breath. "I just hope I haven't overstepped any boundaries or made you uncomfortable in any way."

Your words send a shiver down his spine as he listens to the desire in your voice, but even so, he can't help but feel a small pang of guilt. "Are you sure? I don't want to push you into anything..." He trails off, unsure how to proceed without crossing lines again.

You pull back slightly to look up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Don't be silly," you say, running a hand over his chest. "It's not like I have anywhere else to be right now." A sly smile curves your lips as you add, "Besides, you know how much I love having you inside me."

His heart skips a beat at the thought of being able to spend more time with you like this; connected in such an intimate way. The guilt begins to fade away under the weight of your desire and trust, replaced by a newfound sense of rightness. His hands slide down your back, cupping your ass and pressing you closer against his aching erection.

"I love you too," he whispers before claiming your lips in a passionate kiss; their tongues dancing together as they explore each other once more. It feels so good to be able to focus on the sensation of being together without any doubts or fears holding them back. As their kiss deepens, his hips move instinctively against yours, pressing his rigid length against your core in a silent promise of what's to come.

Your body arches into his as he kisses you deeply, grinding his hips against yours in perfect rhythm with your moan. His hands wander lower, cupping the backs of your thighs and pressing them wider apart to make room for his hard length nestled snugly between your legs.

"I want more," he whispers against your lips before lifting his head slightly to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. "Much more." His tongue darts out to taste the skin at the crook of your shoulder, as he presses himself even closer against you; hard cock grinding against your entrance in an unspoken demand for entry.

"Please," you gasp, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him closer still. "Daddy..." His name is a plea on your lips as you arch your back off the bed, offering yourself up to him. He growls in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he pushes deeper inside you; filling you completely with the heat of his body and the need that has consumed them both.

He moans your name in reply, his movements becoming more frantic as he loses himself in the sensation of being deep inside you; feeling every tremor and spasm as they race through your body. His hands grip tightly at your hips, guiding him deeper still with each powerful thrust; grinding against you in a way that leaves no room for air between your skin.

His breath comes ragged and hot against your neck, his heart racing alongside yours as they both strive to keep up with the intense desire that burns through them like wildfire. With one last harsh growl, he finally lets go; his body tense as pleasure washes over him in a wave so powerful it leaves him shaking and gasping for air.

Collapsed on top of you, their sweaty bodies pressed together from neck to thigh, he tries to catch his breath while basking in the afterglow of orgasm. It's only then that he realizes just how tightly you're still wrapped around him; how much you don't want this feeling to end. With a satisfied smirk, he begins to move again; slowly at first, but gaining speed and strength as the pleasure begins to build once more between them.

The feel of your body moving beneath him; the soft moans vibrating against his lips as he thrusts inside you...it's impossible to resist this. He looks down into your eyes, seeing nothing but desire and need mirrored back at him, and with a growl of triumph, he picks up the pace once more; hips slamming against yours in perfect rhythm with each gasping breath you take.

One hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back slightly to expose your neck as his teeth scrape lightly along your skin; the other presses flat against the bed between us, giving him leverage to push even deeper inside you. His cock throbs with each stroke, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through both of you; drawing out long moans and pleading cries that echo in the room and straight into his heart.

With every passing second, it feels like he's closer and closer to losing control again; to giving in completely to the primal urges driving him onward toward another release. But this time, he doesn't want it to be over quite so soon. He wants to savor every last drop of your surrender; every gasp and moan that escapes your lips as you fall apart beneath him.

"I will," he growls into your ear, pressing harder against you as he feels himself inching closer to the edge once more. His hips move faster, body tensing with each powerful thrust; the muscles in his abdomen flexing and relaxing as he fights for control while losing himself deeper and deeper within you.

With one hand, he reaches between your legs; fingers curling around his own length as he begins to stroke himself in time with his thrusts. The added friction only serves to heighten the sensation for both of you; your moans growing louder and more urgent with every passing second. "God, you feel so good," he breathes against your neck before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss that leaves you both reeling; his tongue dancing with yours as their bodies continue to move together toward completion.

He growls deep in his throat as you take him into your hand; the added stimulation sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His hips move even faster now, pushing deeper inside you with every thrust; feeling your warmth and wetness envelop him as he nears his release. The words you speak only serve to fuel his desire; his need for completion growing more insistent by the second.

"I love you," he groans against your lips before biting gently on the lower one, drawing a mixture of pain and pleasure from you in equal measure. With one final thrust, he feels himself explode inside you; hot seed spilling deep into your core as he lets out a hoarse cry of release. His body tenses, every muscle straining as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him panting and sweaty against your side.

For several long moments, he can't move; his limbs too heavy to lift, the only sign of life coming from the steady rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to catch his breath. Finally, with a sigh, he pulls out of you; reluctant to let go quite yet but needing the air more than anything else right now.

"Of course I do," he murmurs, still catching his breath. He rolls onto his side to look down at you; running a hand through your hair as he studies your face. "You're an amazing girl and I want nothing more than to be your daddy." The words slip out easily, without a hint of doubt or uncertainty. "I just need some time to make sure everything is taken care of first; that we're both ready for the responsibility."

He brushes his lips against yours in a gentle kiss before asking softly, "Will you give me that time?"

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, pressing another kiss to your forehead before rolling onto his back again, the weight of their limbs entwined a comfortable reminder of how much they've just shared. "I promise I won't make this decision lightly. And no matter what happens, nothing can ever change the fact that you are my little girl; the best thing in my life."

He smiles down at you, feeling the warmth spread through his chest at your unwavering faith and love. "Now," he says with a chuckle, running his hand up your bare stomach to cup one of your breasts, "how about we take a nap? I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted." His thumb teases your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt, making you gasp and arch into his touch.

Chuckling softly, he pushes himself up onto one elbow so that he can lean down and capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss. His free hand continues to massage your breast through the shirt; teasing and fondling until you're practically squirming beneath him with need. As they break apart for air, his fingers slip lower to trace patterns over your sensitive skin before moving higher still to brush against your damp curls.

"Mmm," you moan, arching into his touch as he teases you so expertly. "Papa... please..." Your words are laced with desire and longing; a plea for him not to stop but to keep going until neither of you can stand it anymore. And from the look in his eyes when they meet yours again, he intends to do just that.

"Of course," he whispers hoarsely before lowering himself back down to nip at your neck; teeth scraping over sensitive skin as he works his way back up to claim your lips once more. His other hand slides between your legs again, this time finding you wet and ready for more. His fingers stroke gently at first, teasing your sensitive flesh before moving faster in response to your growing need.

As his mouth finds yours again, he pushes deeper; tongue dancing with yours as his thumb brushes lightly over your clit. You cry out into his mouth, arching your back off the bed and grasping at him for purchase. Your hips buck and writhe against his hand in a needy rhythm that mirrors the desperation building within him.

"Fuck," he growls into your mouth, thrusting two fingers deeper inside you as he feels the tension coiling tightly in his belly. "I want to feel you come apart around my fingers." His hips begin to move faster now, body tensing with each powerful thrust; muscles standing out along his back as he strains toward release once more.

"Shhh," he whispers against your lips before teasing them with his tongue. "I just want you to enjoy this." His fingers thrust deeper, finding the perfect rhythm as they slide in and out of you; hitting that spot over and over again until it feels like every nerve ending in your body is lit up by the pleasure coursing through you.

His free hand reaches down between your legs once more, stroking gently across your sensitive skin before slipping beneath to find your clit. He circles it slowly at first; feeling it harden under his touch as it grows increasingly sensitive. Then, with a moan, he begins to press harder; rubbing firmly back and forth as he thrusts deeper into you with each passing moment.

Your moans grow louder and more desperate as his fingers drive you closer to the edge; your hips bucking against his hand in rhythm with the powerful thrusts of his other hand. "Fuck," he groans, feeling himself growing impossibly harder at the sight and sound of how much you need this; how much pleasure he's giving you.

"I'm... close..." you manage to gasp out between moans as your body tenses beneath him; every muscle straining in anticipation. "Papa... I want..." Your words trail off into a throaty moan as the sensations build and build, threatening to overwhelm you.

His fingers thrust one final time, curling inside you as he feels your body go tense; feels the warmth spilling over his hand and up his arm in a wave of release. He groans against your neck as your orgasm washes over him; hips bucking wildly as he comes deep inside you, filling you with his seed.

Collapsed on top of you, their chests heaving together as they catch their breath, he realizes that there's something else he needs to say; some promise he has to make before everything is said and done. Slowly, he rolls off of you, propping himself up on one elbow so that he can look down into your beautiful eyes.

"I love you," he whispers, cupping your cheek in his hand. "And I promise, when the time is right... we'll make this happen."