I Want To Believe

I don't want to break. I don't want to stop. I don't want to know.

I want to believe.

But when he pulls back and thrusts forward, I feel fingers around the base of his cock. And when he fills me up and I squeeze I realize that he is so hard he is unyielding. He doesn't pulse with heat, I do. He doesn't throb inside of me I throb around him. He isn't warm he is warmed by me and I can't help but realize the truth.

"You like it when Daddy fucks you?" Rachel asks me, her voice coming from right above me.

Rachel. Oh god Rachel. Rachel and the blindfold and all of the rest of it have made my senses go wild, go senseless. I have been in such a state, a complete riot of emotions and feelings rocking through me and I filled in the blanks with what I wanted to be true.

I wanted him to fuck me, so I made it come to life.

But Lucas isn't here. He isn't above me and he isn't inside of me and it is her hand on my hip, some substitute cock between my legs.

I just wanted it so badly that I made it real.

"Come on baby," Rachel whines, "You're so fucking close. Don't stop now. You want to cum for him? You want to cum?"

I nod again. I want to cum and I want it to be real and I want it to be good and I want it to be something that I will never forget.

I want Daddy inside of me, filling me up and stretching me out. Pushing every last inch of his hot and thick cock inside of me as I struggle to take it.

And it's going to happen. I know that it is. One day Lucas will walk through the door of my room and he will have me. Or we'll run into each other in the hallway and he won't be able to resist me. One day I'll take him, feel him inside of me. One day I won't be able to hold out any longer and neither will he.

In the meantime, though, I can live with the fantasy. Even if it is just a fantasy for me.

"You want to tell him?" Rachel asks me, "You want him to know? You want to understand how much you love taking his fucking cock? How badly his baby girl needs to cum on his thick Daddy cock?"

Whimpering and moaning and writhing and wriggling I try my best to let her know that I need and want this in equal measure. I push and I strain at my bonds and I arch my back, giving in to the fantasy and losing myself in it.

Believing it once more.

And then it is true. Then I don't feel her above me. Then Rachel is speaking from the side and through my blindfold I see Lucas straining as he takes me from above.

He's naked. His body thick with muscle and hairy, grey whisps across his broad chest and his body isn't tight and rigid, it's aged like a fine wine instead.

Lucas is hard muscularity. He's bulging shoulders and a thick cock and a solid middle and hips that just won't fucking stop.

I focus on his forearm, the one connected to the hand that is squeezing my hip. The muscles on it are tensed, the tendons tight and visible. He grips me with everything he has and he holds me still so he can fuck himself into me with every ounce of power that he has within him.

And I can see the concentration in his face. The rigid features tightly wound as his eyes take in the sight of my nubile bouncing body beneath him, as his eyes slip down to marvel at the little miracle happening right in front of him.

I sit up to glance too. Seeing him inside of me. Seeing his cock disappearing deep within me.

Watching as I take every last inch.

Witnessing as I get that much closer to my world exploding.

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