I just found your blog and I love it omg π€€π€€π€€
You should totally write a fauxcest with Beau omg he's my favorite and I need him to tell me how good of a son I am while he's deep inside me π€€π
Oooooh I like this one a lot, I bet he'd feel so guilty about it..
Beau's body leaning over you, arms bracketing you against the mattress as Beau tried to be as gentle as he can while stuffing his fat cock in your little hole. "I know, I know, baby.. 'm sorry, baby.." he groans, but you know he isn't really sorry. At least, not right now. It feels too good to be sorry.
You writhe under him, nails digging into his firm shoulders as your head lulls back into the pillow. "Ah- dad... dad, 's too much..." you whimpered.
Beau's eyes widened. He hadn't minded you calling him dad when the relationship was platonic, but this felt... different. He wasn't even sure if you had meant to do it. He felt like an old pervert for having a boy like you on his cock, calling him dad. He was a dad, he had a whole daughter. This wasn't right and he knew it, yet...
"I know, kid... dad's sorry, I'm gonna make it feel real good in a minute..." he grumbled back, kissing your cheek and leaning back a little so his hand could reach your clit, rubbing gentle circles for you to focus on until you got adjusted to the feeling of him.
He didn't stop when you calmed, instead he rubbed tighter circles on your clit and began to rock his hips. "Oh- oh.." you gasped with the unfamiliar feeling. Beau slowed a little, but could barely bring himself to a stop, "was that too much? Did it hurt..?"
It did, a bit, but the pain of him splitting you in half with his cock while the pleasure of his gentle movements and care mixed together felt heavenly. "Don't stop, daddy.."
You'd called him daddy. He felt the way that it made your hole flutter around him, too. This was what you wanted, your dad this way. This was wrong, he knew it. It gave him this miserable, sinking, guilty feeling... yet he could only find it in himself to keep calling you kid with his cock buried deep in your little pussy.
You could feel Beau wrap both of his arms back around you as the gentle rolls of hips turned into thrusts, into steady fucking you. He wasn't rough though, he just seemed to want you so bad. "Doin' so good, baby.."
He leaned his forehead against your shoulder as his thrusts got more sloppy and uncoordinated. You tangled one hand into his hair and pushed yourself to meet his thrusts, both of you feverishly seeking release now. "Dad- 'm gonna.." you managed to whine out before your brain was completely overtaken and melted with pleaure.
"Okay, baby.. dad too, dad's gonna make it feel real good, kid.." he said in short bits between pants. A moment later, it felt like world around you and Beau evaporated as you clenched tight around him and came. Beau kept fucking you through it, even on the ledge of his own orgasm. He didn't cum with you, though. He tried his best to keep it in, waiting until you rode out your orgasm to pull out and cum on your belly.
Afterwards, he cleaned you up with a warm rag and let you lie on his chest, telling you how perfect you were. He still felt a bit guilty, but your peaceful, drowsy face seemed to lessen that. Maybe it wasn't so bad...
