It had been so long since I had been fucked in the ass it felt like I was being ripped in two! I screamed out in pain. More of a loud primal grunt that echoed back in the woods. I struggled against Daddy who pinned me down harder. I slipped and my face hit the mud. As I fell he fell with me and landed to the hilt in my ass.
He didn't move for a moment. I took it all in. I spit out mud and looked around me as I rested pinned to the ground. Here I was, almost the exact place it all started and almost the same predicament. I could feel every inch of Daddy's throbbing cock pulsing inside me. His hands holding me down and then I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He was leaning in real close, but why? It wasn't like him to wait this long to give me a pounding. Maybe he was tired. Maybe the little bit of a fucking he'd given the other guy had taken a lot out of the old man.
He wasn't thrusting or even moving much except for the pulse of his cock there wasn't much movement at all. But then his hands loosened and I was more free. You'd think I'd break free at this point but I didn't move, I wasn't sure what he had planned and I didn't want to upset him. I knew what he would do to my ass then and since I'd barely been fucked in the ass lately I knew I couldn't survive a pounding like that.
As he loosened his grip I felt him bend over me and what happened next I will never forget. As he bent over me his lips touched my neck in a soft kiss and he whispered, "I missed you." My eyes went wide. He said, "I don't want to hurt you son but I need this so it's up to you how this goes down." And with that he started kissing my neck away from my ear until he was at my spine and then he slowly got back up onto his knees. So tender, so unlike him. I just lay there for a moment but my head was spinning. He missed me? What does that even mean? It's not like we were a couple!
I was so perplexed I turned my head and shoulders to look at him and see if he was being sincere. As I did he completed my turn, flopping me over on my back, placing my feet over his shoulders. I just lay there staring at him.