Daddy is my boyfriend but a nasty one, he fucked me during my period

The cramps had been ripping through my stomach all morning, a dull, throbbing ache that made me curl into a ball on the sofa. I was terrified; it was my first period, and I didn't know what to do with the blood staining my underwear. But Daddy didn't judge me. He knelt beside me, his voice low and soothing, telling me that he knew exactly how to make the pain go away.

He didn't use medicine. Instead, he guided me to the bedroom, stripped me bare, and pushed my legs wide. I remember the shock of his thick cock sliding into me for the first time, the sharp sting of my hymen tearing as he claimed my virginity right there, while I was bleeding. I did not know what it was then. But as he began to thrust, the rhythmic pressure against my cervix seemed to push the cramps out of me. The pain of the period merged with the intense, stretching heat of his cock. I moaned, gripping the sheets, feeling the slick mix of blood and arousal lubricating every slide of his shaft. He fucked me hard, his balls slapping against my wet, bloody thighs, until I peaked for the first time in my life, shaking under his weight.

Afterward, he cleaned me up and told me to get some rest, but the feeling of him inside me had ignited something I couldn't put out. I lay in bed for hours, the ghost of his size still stretching my walls, my pussy throbbing with a new kind of hunger.

Around midnight, I couldn't take it anymore. I slipped out of my room, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floor, and crept into his bedroom. The room smelled of him—musk and expensive cologne. He was fast asleep, sprawled across the bed in nothing but his boxers.

I climbed onto the mattress, crawling over him like a cat. I reached down, sliding my hand into his underwear to find his cock already semi-hard. I leaned down, whispering in his ear, "Daddy, I want it again."

He groaned, his eyes snapping open, a dark, hungry look crossing his face when he realized I’d come to him. He didn't waste any time. He flipped me over, pinning my face into the pillow and hiking my hips up high. I could feel the blood still leaking from me, making me extra slippery.

He entered me from behind with one powerful surge, his cock burying itself deep in my tight, ravaged channel. I screamed into the pillow, the sensation overwhelming. He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, and began to hammer into me. Every thrust was deep and visceral, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the quiet room.

"You like this, don't you?" he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. "You like your Daddy fucking your bloody little pussy."

"Yes! Please, Daddy, harder!" I sobbed, my back arching.

He didn't hold back. He fucked me with a primal intensity, driving himself into me over and over, mixing his seed with my first blood. I felt my orgasm building again, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over me as he let out a loud groan and filled me deep inside, his cum pulsing against my cervix, leaving me spent and shaking in his arms.

Once the virginity was broken, everything changed. The house felt smaller, the air thicker with a secret that pulsed between Daddy and me every time we were in the same room. I became cock hungry, cock greedy and generally slutty. I liked daddy's cock a lot. But with Mom back home, the danger ramped up. We had to be careful, turning our lust into a game of stealth.

We spent weeks sneaking out into the backyard under the cover of midnight. I remember the chill of the night air hitting my bare skin as he pushed me against the rough bark of the old oak tree or pinned me against the cold brick of the garage. The risk of Mom waking up and looking out the window only made it hotter. He would hike my skirt up, his hands gripping my ass cheeks tight, and slide his cock into me from behind while I gasped into the silence of the night, praying we wouldn't be caught. It was such a pain to get a chance to fuck.

But today, the opportunity came right under her nose.

We were all gathered in the living room for a family movie night. Mom was curled up on the far end of the oversized sectional, a blanket draped over her. As the movie droned on, her breathing slowed, becoming deep and rhythmic. She was out cold. Mom is a heavy sleeper so this was our chance.

I looked over at Daddy. He wasn't watching the screen; he was watching me. His hand was already resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking the inner part of my leg, inching closer and closer to my heat. I shifted, opening my legs just a fraction more, a silent invitation.

He didn't hesitate. He shifted his weight, sliding his hand up under my shorts, his fingers finding my pussy already soaking wet. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, my heart hammering against my ribs as I glanced at Mom’s sleeping form just a few feet away.

Daddy leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "I've been wanting to fuck you all day," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

He moved with a sudden, practiced efficiency. He guided me down onto the plush carpet of the living room, sliding me beneath the overhang of the couch where Mom couldn't see us. He stripped his pants down, his thick, hard cock springing free, pulsing with need. He pulled my underwear aside and positioned himself between my legs.

He entered me in a slow, agonizingly deep missionary thrust. I gasped, my eyes widening as he filled me completely, his cock stretching my walls to the limit. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in, my heels digging into his back.

He began to move, his thrusts shallow and rhythmic at first, carefully timed with the sounds of the movie playing in the background. Every time the volume spiked, he drove deeper, his cock slamming against my cervix. The sensation was electric—the taboo of being so close to Mom, the softness of the carpet beneath me, and the sheer power of him claiming me.

"You're so tight for me," he grunted, his face strained with effort as he tried to keep his voice down.

He gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head, and increased the pace. He started hammering into me, his hips slapping against mine with a wet, rhythmic thud. I buried my face in his shoulder, muffled whimpers escaping me as the pleasure built into an unbearable tension. I could feel my walls pulsing around him, squeezing his shaft with every stroke.

He knew exactly what I needed. He shifted his angle, grinding his pelvis hard against my clit while he continued to fuck me deep. The double stimulation sent me over the edge. I felt my orgasm rip through me, a violent series of contractions that clamped down on his cock. I shook uncontrollably, my toes curling as I came hard, my vision blurring.

Seeing me peak pushed him over. He let out a choked groan, his muscles tensing as he gave one final, powerful thrust, burying himself as deep as possible. I felt his cum erupt inside me, hot and thick, pulsing in heavy bursts against my cervix. If he hadn't put me on the pill I feel this was the time I would carry his baby.

He collapsed onto me for a moment, both of us breathing hard, the secret of our lust filling the room while Mom slept on, completely unaware that her husband had just fucked their daughter right at her feet.