He doesn't care

Phil looked at his daughter's face as she looked over her shoulder at him, and smiled. "Ok, baby, I won't," but without warning, he shoved his hips forward, the tip of his cock pushing past her labia and against her hymen. Alex screamed, still looking over her shoulder, and Phil pulled her hips harder, the movement of her own body pushing his cock through her hymen and into his daughter's body. "Oh, god, you're tight," Phil moaned, moving his hips back a fraction of an inch, then thrusting forward again, pushing until his hips were firmly pressed against Alex's upturned ass.

He pulled most of the way out again, then thrust forward, not caring that his movement sent fresh waves of pain through her newly deflowered pussy, his mind locked on the pleasure he was feeling. Alex turned her head forward, tears dripping from her eyes to fall on the sheet between her clenched fists.

Phil's hands stayed on her hips, moving her back and forth, the sound of his hip striking her ass echoing through the room, and he knew he wouldn't last long. It seemed to him that he had just started (although to Alex, it seemed to last forever) when he felt his orgasm building to is crescendo. Long past thought, Phil's instinct took over, and he...