14

'Oh god, Daddy, yes! I'm cumming!' she wailed aloud, her real fingers a blur now, thrusting deep and fast.

Her body arched in the tub, waves of pleasure ripping through her, pussy squirting into the warm water.

But the fantasy overwhelmed her in a way that it didn't stop. She didn’t want it to either.

Richard bent her over the tub edge, pounding her ass cheeks with his strong hips, balls slapping her clit. 'Take it all, baby. Daddy's owning this pussy.'

She pushed back, tilting her head left and right side, craving more, her second orgasm building on the first. 'Fuck my pussy harder! Daddy please!! Please Daddy Make me yours!'

Tears of sweet pain traced down her face, she broke into sobs as the ministrations continued.

She was crying because this forbidden desires made her feel all the right emotions, something she wanted from her husband so badly but couldn’t get.

He growled, his thrusts got brutal, until he buried deep, hot cum flooding her, triggering her final peak. Tears now poured her eyes from the intensity in ceaseless abound, her body shaking feverishly, her hair flowing down as her desires festered.

She did not want it to end and so she cried, she begged daddy to make love to her a little longer, she begged him to stay deep inside her, she didn’t want it to be over, not yet.

“Please daddy, don’t stop” she whimpered, tears pouring down her eyes as she tried to hold herself together .

A loud knock shattered the haze—bang, bang, bang on the main door.

Giselle jolted, water sloshing as she scrambled out, legs wobbly. She grabbed the bathrobe, slipping it on haphazardly, nearly tumbling on the wet tile. 'Shit,' she muttered, tying it loose as she hurried to the door. Another pound, and she yanked it open.

Chase stood there, face twisted in fury, fist raised. “Giselle!!! What the fuck, Giselle? You locked me out of my own goddamn room? Open this shit!'

She crossed her arms, heart racing from more than the interruption. 'I was showering, Chase. Please calm down. You gonna break the door down over it?'

His eyes narrowed, stepping inside aggressively, the door slamming behind him. 'Showering? Bullshit. What were you doing in there that you did not hear me knock all these while?. Who the hell were you thinking about?'

Heat flooded her face, but she held her ground. Mildly upset he had interrupted her session.

“None of your business. Get out if you're just gonna yell.” He loomed closer, his hand twitching like he might swing. She flinched but snapped, 'Try it. Hit me, and I'll report you to your dad. See how that goes for you.”

Chase's jaw clenched, inches from her face, breath hot and angry. 'You think you can threaten me? In my house? You're nothing but a leftover.' But he didn't hit her—instead, he shoved her back toward the corner by the bed, her robe gaping open slightly. 'Move.' He stormed to the closet, yanking off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing his toned chest, muscles rippling under tanned skin. Pants followed, kicked aside, leaving him in tight boxers that did nothing to hide the bulge straining against them.

Giselle's breath hitched, eyes betraying her as they raked over his body.

She hated him, his arrogance, his cruelty but fuck, that lean, hard form tortured her, she recalled the night he took her virginity almost instantly. Her pussy clenched, still sensitive from her fantasy, craving his hands despite everything. 'What are you doing?'

He turned, smirking now, sensing her stare. 'Changing. Unless you wanna watch? Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Little slut, I know you want me inside you but damn I just had some pretty good pussy, you will have to just watch but dont touch.' He hooked his thumbs in his waistband, shoving the boxers down slow, his cock springing free—thick, half-hard, curving up. It bobbed as he stepped out of them, naked and unashamed.

She swallowed hard, pressing her thighs together under the robe. 'Put something on then. This isn't funny.' But her voice wavered, eyes locked on his shaft, imagining it hardening and pouncing inside her.

Chase chuckled dark, closing the distance again, towering over her in the corner. 'This should be the last time you look me out of my room, and this is my room, I can do whatever the fuck I want, now you deal with me like this.' He stroked himself once, lazily, cock twitching in his grip. 'Come on, admit it. You've been eye-fucking me for months. Even after I treat you like shit.'

'Fuck you, Chase,' she hissed, but her body betrayed her, nipples peaking against the thin robe. The ache between her legs intensified, hating how his bare skin, the veins on his arms, the way his abs flexed all pulled at her. 'I hate you. You're an asshole.' She was right. She hated him. Even in that very moment, she hated him, but damn she was sexually frustrated and need to be fed till she could not take in any more.