You agree to marry him

"Um... I-I don't know..." you stutter, as he rubs your lower belly as if to show you where your baby could grow.

"I can have you work as my secretary. I'll fire the other bitch. You can start today, and we can fuck all day long," he says, his thick and rough fingers reaching down and plunging into you again. You moan as he continues to finger you, his thumb skillfully kneading your clit.

"Yes, daddy, make me your wife," surprising even yourself as you lose control of your impulses. The fingers in your cunt had driven you entirely into submission, and all you can think of is getting more.

"Your bitch mum won't let me fuck other girls, besides you, but you'll be a loving wife, right? You'll let me fuck whoever I want?" he asks, pausing as if to tell you he won't let you cum until you say yes.

"Yes!" you moan. He fingers you a couple more times.

"Good girl. Remember to call me 'daddy' while we're home, but when we're out, remember that you're my fiancée," he squeezes your tits and thrusts his fingers deep into you, and the thought of being engaged to your own father sends you over the edge. You squeeze your thighs together and shudder as you cum over his fingers, drenching the bed under you.

You glance at his crotch again, his erect cock clearly visible in his pants, and wonder if he's going to fuck you again. You've agreed to marry him, but part of you is scared of being fucked like you'd been the previous night.

"Get ready for work, honey. We'll drive together," he says abruptly, patting your breast gently and leaving the room.