V: Spoil Me

GEMMA

My jaw practically cracked from the sheer size of him. My eyes watered, a light buzz humming in my forehead as I took him deep.

“How’s that pretty little mouth doing, girl?” Carlos rasped, his breath coming in ragged pants.

“It’s so small compared to your fat cock,” I mumbled around him, staring up at him through my lashes, swallowing hard before picking up the pace. “But she’s trying. She never gives up.”

“Fuck, just like that, little one,” Carlos murmured. His hand tangled in my hair, violently pinning my head against his pelvis. I held my breath, counting to ten as I swirled my tongue against him.

He shivered, his thighs buckling as a raw cry tore from his throat. “Fuck, girl. That’s right. Fuck.”

I pulled back for a desperate breath of air, chest heaving, a thin string of saliva connecting us. “Any offers on this place yet, daddy?” I purred, using both hands to stroke the slick wetness coating his length.

“A couple,” he choked out.

“Any offer you actually want to take?” I asked, before plunging my mouth right back over him. I sucked him dry, watching his face contort with pleasure as his hips jerked mindlessly.

I came up for air again, teasing him. “You keep saying a couple. Why don’t you just give it to me? You can visit whenever you want, and I’ll always be right here, waiting for you to fill me up over and over again.”

Without waiting for an answer, I went back down, determined to push him over the edge. I combined everything I had—my tongue swiped over his heavy balls while my throat squeezed tightly around his thick shaft, pulsing and teasing his limits.

Carlos growled, tearing his hair from my grip as he violently thrust his waist forward. “Oh, god...”

Before I could swallow him again, Carlos grabbed me by the waist, lifting my weight effortlessly and throwing me face-down over the nearest couch.

I arched my back over the armrest, tilting my head back to look at him as he frantically fumbled to line himself up against my bare ass.

“Say you’ll give me the house, daddy. Say it, and I’m yours forever. Not just for today,” I cooed, slowly grinding my hips in a tight circle. My core was swollen and dripping, slick with the anticipation—and the traces of his semen from earlier that had rolled down my thighs on the drive over. My skirt had hidden it then, but now I was completely exposed.

“What about your mother?” Carlos panted, his voice fractured.

“You love her, but I know I’m your favorite. Right?”

“Fuck, yes!”

“Then give me what I want. I’ll stop fucking Tyler. I’ll let my holes belong only to you, and you can stretch them as much as you want. Please, daddy?” I whined, rubbing my wet heat against his throbbing length, driving him insane.

“Okay, little one. You win,” Carlos growled, completely broken.

Perfect.

I reached back, guiding his massive head directly against my soaking entrance, pushing backward until he buried himself inside me in one deep, violent stroke. We both trembled from the sheer, overwhelming friction.

Carlos clawed at my hips, his palms coming down in hard, stinging slaps against my ass cheeks as he began to hammer into me. I leaked all over his thighs, completely unhinged. When he finally opened his eyes, heavy with lust, I looked back at him and whispered the final command.

“Fuck me.”

I sneaked back into my mother’s house later that night, aching and completely filled with Carlos’s seed. I felt filthy, my skin bruised with his fingerprints, but I loved every second of it.

Carlos slipped through the front door a little after midnight. Through the thin walls of my bedroom, I heard my mother softly ask where he’d been. He lied smoothly, telling her he got caught up late at a friend’s party.

I had already showered, but the clean feeling didn't last. I wanted Carlos to ruin me again. I wanted him to put me to bed the right way. I had earned it.

I pulled out my phone and texted him: Leaving my door unlocked. My holes are ready for you.

I grabbed my pink pajama set—the one with the easily detachable button-flap on the back—and snapped the buttons open in front of the mirror, exposing my bare ass. By the time I climbed into bed and positioned myself face-down, my heart was racing.

The bedroom door creaked open. He had come instantly.

Carlos slipped into the darkness of my room, quietly turning the lock behind him. He didn’t say a word. He stepped up to the edge of the mattress, pulled my hips up, and buried his wet tongue deep between my cheeks, lapping at my core until I whimpered, my fingers clawing at the sheets.

Finally, Carlos climbed onto the bed, positioning his heavy, warm body directly behind mine. He hushed me softly, rubbing his thick, re-hardened cock against my lower back, holding me in a mock embrace.

And then, ever so sweetly, he slammed entirely into me, his large hand clapping tightly over my mouth to gag my scream.

It was a good thing he kept me quiet. I wouldn't have been able to control myself. Not with him buried deep inside my wet body, his radiating warmth consuming me, while my mother slept right in the next room—cold, oblivious, and entirely alone.

I had his house, and I had his seed. I won. And the frantic, throbbing spasms echoing through my core were proof enough.