She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of his old shirts, the hem barely covering her ass. At twenty-two she knew exactly what she was doing. "Dad," she said, voice low and direct. "I need your cock in me again. Deep. All the way into my womb."
He set his coffee down and stared at her. His dick was already thickening in his pants. "Lock the door," he told her. She did, then turned and pulled the shirt off. Her tits bounced free, nipples hard. She spread her legs right there on the kitchen floor and showed him her shaved cunt, already wet.
He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. His thick cock swung heavy between his legs. "Get on the table," he ordered. She climbed up, lay back, and lifted her knees to her chest so her pussy opened wide for him. He grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge. No teasing. He lined up and shoved the whole length straight into her in one hard thrust.
"Fuck yes," she groaned. "Split me open, Daddy. Get it in my womb."
He didn't hold back. He fucked her like he owned her, hips slamming forward, balls slapping her ass. Each stroke went balls-deep, the fat head of his cock battering her cervix. She cried out every time it punched through that tight ring and into the soft space beyond. "That's it," he grunted. "Taking Daddy's cock right in your baby maker. You want me to flood that womb?"
"Yes," she panted. "Breed me. Shoot it straight into my womb. Fill me up until I'm leaking your cum for days."
He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her stomach, then yanked her hips up and drove back in from behind. The new angle let him hammer even deeper. Her face pressed against the wood while he pounded her cunt, the wet sounds loud and filthy in the quiet house. Every thrust made her belly bulge slightly from the depth. He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles.
"Come on my cock," he growled. "Come while I fuck your womb."
She came hard, cunt clamping down, juices squirting around his shaft. He didn't stop. He kept slamming into her spasming hole, chasing his own release. When he was close he pulled her upright against his chest, one arm across her tits, the other hand on her lower belly. He thrust upward in short, brutal strokes, the head of his cock lodged firmly past her cervix.
"Here it comes," he rasped. "Taking every drop in your womb."
His cock swelled and he unloaded. Thick ropes of cum pumped directly into her deepest place, flooding her womb until she felt the warm pressure building inside. He stayed buried, grinding against her ass to push it deeper while he finished. She moaned and reached down to feel her own belly, swollen just a little from the load.
He didn't pull out right away. He kept her impaled, rocking gently, letting the last pulses empty into her. When he finally slid free, a thick stream of cum poured out of her stretched pussy and down her thighs. She turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked him clean, tasting herself and his seed mixed together.
Later, in his bed, she climbed on top and sank down again, guiding him straight back into her well-used hole. "Don't stop until you knock me up," she told him, riding him slow and deep so every inch stayed inside her womb.
He gripped her ass and met every drop of her hips with a hard thrust upward. They fucked like that for hours—raw, messy, relentless—until his balls were drained and her womb was packed full, swollen and heavy with his cum.
She lay on top of him afterward, his softening cock still inside her, keeping the load trapped. "Again tomorrow," she whispered. He squeezed her ass and nodded. "Every day until you're pregnant with my baby."
