Chapter 58: Chapter 58.
"Your pussy’s crying for ," I groaned, pulling out just enough to make her feel the loss before slamming back in hard enough to shake the mattress. "It’s leaking, twitching, begging like a slut who doesn’t even care if the sun’s up or who hears her scream."
Her moan cracked.
She tried to crawl away.
Instinct, maybe.
But I grabbed her waist. Dragged her back.
"No," I growled. "You don’t run from this. You asked for this. You begged for it when you opened those pretty thighs for . When you looked up at
with cum on your chin and tears in your lashes and told
you were mine."
I gritted my teeth.
Thrust deeper.
Harder.
"You don’t get to play innocent now," I hissed. "Not when I’ve been inside your throat. Not when I’ve painted your womb twice and watched it drip back out while you whimpered and begged for more."
She sobbed beneath .
But not from pain.
Her cunt was soaked.
Overflowing.
Milking
with every stroke like her body wanted the punishnt.
Like it didn’t know how to feel anything else now.
"You don’t even know how dangerous this is, do you?" I whispered. "You’re a baby. Eighteen. Fresh. And I’m old enough to be your fucking father."
I bent over her back.
Bit her shoulder.
Dragged my teeth down her spine.
"You think any boy your age can fuck you like this? You think he knows how to stretch your pussy so wide you’ll be ruined for anyone else? You think he’s ever seen a girl cry because she liked the way it hurt?"
I reached around, grabbed her tit.
Squeezed.
Twisted.
Made her moan louder, made her back arch again like she needed it.
"You’re not gonna marry so college boy, baby," I whispered. "You’re not gonna fall in love with soone who takes you out on dinner dates and gives you flowers and asks for permission to touch you."
I moved again.
Ground my cock in circles inside her swollen cunt.
Watched her toes curl.
Watched her arms shake.
"No," I growled. "You’re gonna stay right here. With . In my bed. On my cock. For the rest of your life."
I reached up and grabbed her jaw, twisted her head to face .
"You’re gonna cook my breakfast with my cum still dripping down your legs. You’re gonna sit at my table with my bite marks on your tits. You’re gonna walk through this house, aching and stretched and full of , and you’re gonna thank
for it."
Tears rolled down her face.
But her pussy clenched tighter.
"Yeah," I whispered, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip. "You like the way that sounds, don’t you? You like when I talk to you like this. When I use you. When I fuck you while you sleep. When I make you wake up with my cock already inside you."
She nodded.
Frantic.
Desperate.
And I kissed her.
Dark.
Deep.
Wet.
The kind of kiss that claid her all over again.
Then I let her go.
Pinned her wrists.
And started to fuck her again.
"Co for ," I growled against her neck. "Soak , slut. Show
how much you like being used."
"Shit," I whispered, pulling out and flipping her over with one rough tug. "I can feel it building in you again. Your body’s begging for it."
She moaned when her back hit the bed.
"Look at that ss," I groaned. "Look at this fucking pussy, baby. Look what I did to it. You’re wrecked. Ruined. You’ll never walk into a room again without feeling
dripping down your thighs."
I spread her open.
Watched her flinch.
Watched her tremble.
Then I lowered my face.
Sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and growled.
That was all it took.
She scread.
Her hands flew to my hair, yanked
closer as her thighs clamped around my head.
Her whole body locked up.
Then it hit.
The fifth orgasm.
The one that made her sob and scream all at once.
The one that made her whole body quake like she’d been struck by lightning.
And then.
"Oh fuck—fuck—Daddy—fuck—I’m..."
She exploded.
Squirted.
Her pussy gushed all over my face.
Sprayed my tongue, my beard, my cheeks—shot up so hard it hit my throat.
I moaned.
Didn’t stop.
I sucked her clit harder, tongue fucking her leaking hole like I wanted to drown in it.
"Good fucking girl," I growled against her cunt. "Make a ss. Squirt for . Soak , baby. That’s it. That’s fucking it. Don’t hold back. Let go."
She couldn’t stop.
Her hips bucked against my face like she was possessed.
Like she didn’t know what planet she was on anymore.
She sobbed my na.
begged
to stop.
begged
not to.
then begged
to never stop again.
I gripped her thighs tighter.
Dug my fingers into the soft flesh.
Held her down.
And licked her clean.
"That’s five," I whispered, when I finally ca up for air. My face was soaked. My beard dripped with her cum. "Five fucking orgasms, baby. You know how many girls your age ever even get one?"
She was sobbing now.
Tears down her cheeks.
Hair sticking to her lips.
Her chest rising and falling like she’d just been dragged through hell and loved every second of it.
I leaned in.
Kissed her open mouth.
Made her taste herself on my tongue.
Then I whispered against her lips.
"Count’s not over yet, baby. I haven’t even fucked your mouth again."
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