Taking daddy's cock 2

~Nina

My heart was beating out of my chest. I couldn't move. He had caught me, and the room was still screaming with the sound of the video. I waited for him to yell, but he didn't.

Mason walked slowly toward the bed. He didn't look away for a second. He reached down and grabbed the hand I had hidden in my panties. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He lifted my hand and put my two fingers into his mouth.

He sucked on them slowly, his eyes locked on mine. I felt the heat of his tongue and the pull of his lips. It was the most depraved thing I’d ever felt.

"You taste so good," he said, a dark smile playing on his face as he pulled my fingers out.

I was speechless. I just stared at him, my breath hitching in my throat. This was my mother’s husband. This was wrong. But when he reached for the waistband of my shorts and started to pull them down, my body didn't fight him as hard as it should have.

I resisted a little, my hands trembling against his chest. He didn't stop. He leaned in, pressing his lips right against my ear. His hot breath made me shiver.

"I see the way you look at me, Nina," he whispered, his voice like velvet. "I want you, too."

He looked hungry. Looking at his face, I could see every evil intention he had for me, and I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to play out every dark thought right here, right now.

Instead of pulling away, I moved my legs slightly, giving him more access. I was practically inviting him in.

He noticed. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips as he realized I wasn't going to fight him anymore. He grabbed my knees and forced my legs even wider, exposing me completely under the harsh light of the room.

"That's a good girl," he growled, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous tone.

He didn't waste any more time. He leaned down, his muscular frame hovering over me, and I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

He slipped one finger inside me. I gasped, my eyes going wide. I had never been fingered before—not even by myself. I had always been too scared to go deeper than my clit, but now, Mason was claiming that territory with ease.

He slid a second finger in, stretching me open. My back arched off the bed, my body seeking out the pressure.

"You're so wet, Nina," he growled. He leaned down, his face inches from mine. "You feel and taste so good. Even better than your mum."

A low groan of protest left my throat. "You can't be touching me and talking about her," I managed to choke out.

His voice grew even deeper, a dark smirk pulling at his mouth. "Why? You don't like when I talk about your mummy?" He taunted me, pumping his fingers in and out in a steady, ruthless rhythm. "Are you jealous?"

He didn't wait for an answer before adding a third finger. The sensation was overwhelming. I felt full, stretched to my limit, and incredibly sensitive. Every time his hand moved, a lightning bolt of heat shot from my core to my toes. My pussy felt swollen and heavy, clamping down on his hand as if it never wanted him to leave.

I couldn't look away from him. My eyes were locked on his lips—they were pink and looked so soft, even while he said such cruel, filthy things. Despite the guilt, hearing him say I was better than Mom felt oddly good. It was a sick kind of victory.

"Answer me, Nina," he whispered, his fingers hitting a spot deep inside that made my vision blur. "Are you my jealous little girl?"

I felt the guilt clawing at my throat, so I stayed silent, biting my lip. But Mason wasn't going to let me hide. With one hand, he yanked my shirt up, exposing me to the cool air before he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch my nipple. He did it so hard it stung, a sharp flash of painful pleasure that made my back arch even higher.

"Yes!" I cried out, the truth ripped from me. "I’m your jealous little girl!"

The words felt like a sin, but they made his eyes flare with heat. He finally pulled his hand away from my dripping pussy, but the relief only lasted a second. He stood up just enough to unzip his trousers.

When he pushed down his drawers, a massive, veiny, throbbing cock sprang free. I had never seen anything like it in real life. It was huge, the skin dark and pulsating with every beat of his heart. My eyes bulged, locked onto the sight of that thick rod.

I felt my mouth go bone-dry and then immediately flood with saliva. I was practically drooling, my gaze tracing the length of him as he stood over me.

He wrapped a large hand around himself, giving it a slow, firm stroke as he watched me gawk at him.

"You like what you see, Nina?" he asked, his voice rough. "Does it look better than the ones in your videos?"

He didn't give me any warning. He grabbed my hips, tilted my pelvis up, and plunged his whole length into me in one relentless shove.

The air left my lungs in a sharp cry. I had never felt anything so big, so solid, and so invading. It felt like he was tearing right through me, reaching spots I didn't even know I had.

Before the second scream could leave my lips, he slammed his large palm over my mouth, muffling my voice. He leaned down, his chest pressing my breasts flat against the mattress, and put his mouth right over my ear.

"We have neighbors, Nina," he hissed, his breath hot and smelling like the coffee he'd had with breakfast.

He didn't stop. He started to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, harder than before. The bed frame groaned against the wall with every hit. I could feel the veins on his cock rubbing against my tight walls, stretching me until I thought I’d break.

"Your mum doesn't scream like this," he whispered into my ear, his voice dark and mocking. "She’s quiet. Controlled. But you... you’re a little mess, aren't you?"

I shook my head against his hand, my eyes welling with tears of pure, overwhelming sensation. My pussy was clamped tight around him, pulsing with every thrust. I could hear the wet, slapping sounds of our skin meeting, echoing the filth from the speaker on the nightstand.

He moved his hand from my mouth to my throat, not squeezing, just holding me there so I had to look at him. His thrusts got faster and shallower, drilling into me until my vision started to spot.

"Tell me," he groaned, his jaw tight with effort. "Tell me you're better than her."