isabella

father's day sex with papa jack :3

you're waiting up for him when he gets back from his shift, wearing some pretty black sheer babydoll and laying out on the bed. your breath catches when you see him walk through the door— his backpack slung on one broad shoulder, his tummy pressing through his scrubs, sweat beading at his neck and dampening his silver curls. he's never looked sexier. "h-happy father's day, daddy."

jack's exhausted, lidded gaze roves over your body, the way the morning light filters through the blinds and onto your curves. "oh, baby, thank you," he coos as he drops his bag onto the floor. he stalks over to the bed, sliding the sheer material up your stomach and tenderly kissing the warm skin. "mmm... you're the prettiest gift a daddy could ask for."

he wastes no time in parting your thighs. you hear the soft jingle of jack unbuckling his belt and groaning before he sinks his thick cock into your warm, wet cunt.

"fuck, baby," he pants, leaning forward to loom over you. he's pressing a juicy kiss to your lips and whispering against them, "daddy's home."

jack's thrusting deep and hard into your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, rough hands massaging over your sides while you babble, "dad, dad, dad, dad—"

the way you repeat it like you've gone dumb on his cock, like you're too stupid to be without him, makes jack's eyes roll back. "you keep callin' me dad, 'm gonna fuckin' bust, sweetheart," he grunts, "fuck, y'got so tight when i said that. you want that, hmm? you want dad fillin' you up on his special day? is that your special gift for me, baby?"

On the way there, his hand slowly inches across the seats of his truck. I don't notice until his hand is on my thigh. I shake him off, but he comes right back, and this time his hand is higher.

He pulls off into a quiet side street, and I'm afraid. I go to jump out of the truck, but the door is locked. He unfastens his seatbelt and leans over me.

"You're so pretty...such a beautiful little thing."

"Let me go," I say, my voice sounding soft and timid.

"So pretty," he repeats. His hand slides up into my skirt, ghosting across my clit. I shove him off.

He fishes something out of the glove box, and suddenly my hands are pinned down as the cuffs clasp around them.

He forces my legs open, staring at my pussy.

"You're going to be so good for me," he mutters.

"I won't," I say. "I won't be good."

"TheN I'll just have to train you," he responds. His head dips between my legs, his hands move my panties to the side as he kisses my pretty pink pussy.

I squirm, but there's nothing I can do as he takes his cock out. I scream as he drives it into me.

"I'm going to rape you over and over again," he tells me. "And you only get to cum once you beg me for it."

"You fucking pervert," I say. He slams into me, forcing a cry from my throat.

"That's not my name, pretty whore. You should thank me for fucking you."

He hits the sweet spot inside my cunt, and I can't help but moan.

"That's it, little girl," he says. "Good girl."

"Please," I moan as he rails my little body. "Please."

"Please...what?"

A hard thrust, and I cry out, "Please make me cum, daddy!"

He chuckles, his pace slowing to torturously slowly.