Rough

He thrusts in deep and hard, and you suppose that answers your question, although it's hard to focus on that over the burning sensation inside of you.

You squeeze your eyes closed and grimace, waiting for the pleasure that you know will eventually come, and sure enough, after a while, one of your dad's thrusts causes his dick to drag on your prostate and you gasp, arching off of the bed, and pressing yourself into your father's hairy chest as your hands shoot up and grasp at his shoulders.

Now that you've become responsive, you've wrapped yourself around your father's body, and you are bucking into every thrust, both of you moaning and panting loudly.

You know it's not going to take long for you to come, especially with the friction your cock is getting from being pressed between the two of you.

"Dad! Daddy!" You shout, reverting to your childhood named for him as he hammers your prostate. "Daddy I'm going to come! Please Daddy!"

He doesn't reply, but he keeps up his pace, and you are soon pressing yourself into him even more, and feeling hot white spurts erupt from your cock, spreading where your chests are squashed together.

After that you relax, and marvel at your dad's stamina as he continues to pound your now loose and sensitive hole. It takes another fifteen minutes or so before he slows down even a little, and at that point his hands move to your hips. The rest of your body had been spread out as he had had his way with you, but now he picked up your hips of off the bed, holding them to his cock as he jerked and began to shoot his come into you.

With each spurt, you thought that that one HAD to be the last, surely! But your dad had buried himself inside of you and was sending jet after jet of white come into you, lasting for minutes on end! By the time he did pull out, the come was spilling out of your hole, around his cock.

When he finally stopped and pulled out, he wiped his come covered cock across your stomach before climbing off of you, and stuffing a pillow under your ass. That kept your hips up, and meant that all of his come stayed inside of you.

You were in a daze from your orgasm, but he was quickly putting his clothes back on, tucking his dirty and now flaccid cock into his briefs. He spared you one glance before opening your door; looking at your ass propped up on the pillow he said "Have fun dealing with that, your mother wants you downstairs for breakfast soon."

As he closed the door, you realized he had a point. You wouldn't have time for a shower before breakfast now, so you were going to have to deal with the mess in your asshole a different way.