"Fuck...boy you feel good." He drawls out, his hands now firmly placed on your hips, gripping them tightly in his hold. He slowly runts against you, his hips meeting your ass, and his body leaning over yours, his head right into your neck.

Your body arches against him, your arms wrap around his body, and your legs clamp around his waist, bringing him closer, letting out soft moans from the pleasure of his cock thrusting deeper within you.

"Dad." You moan out, basking in the pleasure and excitement of the act. Your father tightens his hold on you, leaving hand-shaped bruises around your waist, ones that you know you will press against later.

His thrusts start to become erratic and messy, his breathing becomes airy, and you can feel his cock twitch, he's close.

The ranch is a good hundred miles from anywhere near people, especially neighbors, but it's a good place to just get out and enjoy.

Dad's wearing his usual blue jeans, and rock shirt, and your wearing a tank top with some blue jean shorts, you really don't know how he can wear that in this heat, you're already sweating and you haven't even done anything!

But as the night comes you both start getting ready for bed, you take out the air mattress and get it ready on the trucks bedding, putting blankets on top of it with some pillows you brought from home, while he starts putting a tent over the trucks bed so yall can both be bug free.

Once you both get settled in the makeshift tent, you cuddle up next to him, wrapping an arm around his stomach, while he puts one your shoulders, he pulls you forward and kisses your head, telling you a "goodnight", and it isn't long before you fall asleep cuddled up in your daddy's arms.

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“go on bud. use dad.”

i purse my lips because, what does he mean? but then he directs my hips back and forth instead of up and down how we usually do and it feels so much better. when it seems like i’ve finally got the hang of it he’s takes his hands off of my hips, rests his arms on the back of the couch and enjoys the show.

“there we go kid, good boy…”

He tells you all good boys let their daddy's use them, let their daddy's use whatever hole they deem appropriate to use.

You moan out when you his cock hits you just right, and he laughs at how fast you changed from crying and whimpering to moaning and begging.

You don't even fight him when he puts you into a headlock, letting his arm wrap around your neck, locking you in place against him, his chest flushed against your back, and ass.

He sighs, already knowing that trying to wake you up is going to be a hassle in itself, so instead he moves your head onto his lap so he can sit down and relax.

After awhile you grumble in your sleep, and move your head directly towards his crotch, rubbing your face against the denim of his jeans.

He swallows, and hopes he wont get a fucking boner from his son napping on his lap, but the hot breath of your mouth breathing onto his crotch, and the rubbing of your face against him, has his cock hardening in his jeans.

He really is now trying to calm himself down, but now the image of his cock in your mouth is now fully taken over his mind, and he feels disgusted that he's thinking of his son in such a way, feeling sicked by his thoughts, but somewhere deep in him, he loves that your here in his lap, and at the mercy of your own father.

dad who desperately wants to see me squirm on his tongue. dad who touches his little boy out in public when he knows im horny. dad who puts me on his lap while he works so i can rub my self on him. dad who encourages me to pull out his dick and use him like a dildo if i need. dad who doesn't let me set alarms, he wakes me up by biting my inner thighs and sucking my dick. dad that pull off my shirt while i grind on his lap and gives me the sweetest hickeys all over my chest. dad that cums on my stomach, then licks it up and kisses me with it.

"youre papas boy, right? I own you, you belong to me, got it? say it!"