ANMELDENChapter 3
Catās POV Four days before Marcus comes back from his business trip. But I couldn't wait anymore. I was sexually starved. My kitty was practically weeping and starving, waiting to be touched and manhandled by its ownerās meat. My pussy throbbed achingly like a wound that refused to close. I hadn't had sex for a good three months. And it was starting to take a toll on my body. I had thought of even having a one-night stand with a random guy on the road just to ease that ache. Yeah, that's how bad it was. But I couldn't cheat on Marcus. Not after everything we've been through and built together. āSex toy it isss⦠again,ā I heaved, clearly disappointed. Within these past months, I had gotten a whole lot of toys that were even enough to start a whole new sex shop. Just kidding though, but I had a whole lot. I walked towards the wardrobe to pick a bright pink vibrator and a black six inch dildo. It reminded me of him. Was about to spread extra duvets to prevent the bed from getting soaked by the mess I was about to make when a call came in. It was mom. āAhhā¦what now,ā I cussed as I picked up the phone. āCatherineā¦ā momās sultry voice sounded from the other side. āEven if you couldnāt attend my wedding, at least you should come and have dinner with us.ā I froze mid-step, picking up the pink vibrator. The ache between my legs pulsed harder at the interruption. My pussy was personally offended that someone dared to stop the relief. āMomā¦hi,ā my voice came out heavier than I had expected. I cleared my throat before speaking again. āIāve been meaning to call, and work's been tough lately, even Marcus is still away on that trip.ā āReally? He shouldāve been back though.ā āHe called yesterday and told he wouldnāt be back soon,ā I sighed as I plumped onto the bed, spreading my legs wide open to see my pussy pulsing. āAnyways thatās great, you can come have dinner with us tomorrow,ā she squealed. āAnd by the way, Sebastian told me that youāve been in touch, itās great that youāre forming a bond with your new dad.ā Rightā¦.Sebastian. The hunk mom married. I couldnāt understand why she had remarried after ten years and to top it off, she married a man she was old enough to give birth to. For him to have agreed, he was either a golddigger or just blind. Yeah Iām happy for my mom but a 23 years old guy and a 52 years old woman? WOW. āCatherine? You still there?ā I had totally forgotten that I was on a call. āYes mom. Iād be there tomorrow. I gotta go now. Bye.ā I ended the call before she could get another word in. I tossed the phone on the bed and stared at the toys in my hand. A vibrator and a dildo that curved just like Marcus when he was really worked up. I turned on the vibrator moving it closer to my clit. A moan escaped my mouth as my pussy gushed out juices making a squelch sound. My mind suddenly drifted to Sebastian. I wondered how mom would be able to satisfy a young man like him. We had chatted twice but it was weird. It felt so⦠absurd to be speaking to my agemate who Iād soon be calling Dad. I saved his name as Daddy, either way. Really cheeky. My pussy throbbed as if trying to remind me that we had some unfinished business. I turned on the vibrator to 50% and kept rubbing it on my clit. Wait! One more thing. I apologized to my pussy like it was human. āI should make a video for Marcus,ā I whispered. I took my phone and placed it on the pillow, checking if the angle really showed my body properly. And it was perfect. I clicked record and lay down using my elbows to support myself and turned on the vibrator again. I used it to massage my clit in a circular motion which earned a moan from my mouth. āOh Marcus, this is how I feel whenever youāre far from me.ā My breath hitched as I kept circling my clit, slow deliberate loops that made my hips twitch upwards like they were chasing something deeper. The camera caught everything; the way my thighs trembled, the slick coating my folds to how my pussy lips parted greedily every time the toy grazed my entrance. Juices kept leaking out in little pulses, dripping down to my ass hole which was visibly clenching on the camera. The duvets I had stacked were damp already. But I didnāt care. I let it soak. Let Marcus see the evidence of how badly I needed him. I slid the vibrator lower, teasing my opening and dipping just the tip inside. A low throaty moan ripped through me. āFuck daddy⦠see how wet I am for you? Three months, three fucking months and Iām still this tight, still this desperate for your cock.ā My free hand moved up to pinch my nipple, hard enough to send a shock that made me jolt to the core. My walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. I glanced at the black dildo lying beside me on the pillow. Six inches. Thick. Curved. Not quite Marcus, but close enough to trick my body for the main time. I set the vibrator aside for a second, still vibrating on my thigh and grabbed the dildo, slicking it with my own mess and coating it till it glistened like his dick after he had been inside me. I angled my hips towards the camera, spreading my legs wider making my pussy clenching show. āWish this was you,ā I whispered, my voice already cracking. I pressed the head against my entrance, teasing, circling. āI wish you were here stretching meā¦uhā¦pounding meā¦calling me your good girl while you fill me up.ā I pushed it in slowly, inch by inch. The stretch burned so good my eyes fluttered shut for a second. It started going in, deeper and deeper till it was touching my womb. I let out a shaky gasp. āGodā¦yes, just like that daddy.ā I started with light thrusts at first, then deeper, my hips bucking to meet each stroke. The wet squelch filled the room, loud and filthy. My second hand found the vibrator again, cranking it up to my clits. Double stimulation. No mercy. āOh fuckā¦Marcus⦠right there-ā My voice dissolved into whimpers. My mind suddenly slipped back again, to Sebastian. The thought of him made my stomach flip even though I hated myself for it. Could mom keep up with his energy? Or maybe she didn't have to try hard. Maybe she rode him slow and deep while he gripped her hips like he owned her. The thought hit me like lightning. My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastianās hands instead of Marcusās, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. āI'm gonna comeā¦fuck daddy⦠Iām gonna squirt thinking about youā¦ā I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know. āAaaahā¦.ā The orgasm crashed through me like a wave. My back arched off the bed, thighs shaking violently with a gush of my wetness soaking my hand, the dildo, and the sheets. I kept thrusting through it, milking every spasm and moaning brokenly into the camera until I collapsed back, my chest heaving heavily with my skin slick with sweat. The phone kept recording, the red light blinking. I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, my heart still hammering between my legs. Four days until I see Marcus. I sighed, stretching lazily to pick up my phone. I clicked on stop and then scrolled to daddy in my contacts and hit send. āI can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddyā¦see you soon.ā Then I flopped back, still leaking. A nagging urge pulled me to check my chats, but tiredness took over. Sleep crept in while Marcus filled my thoughts. A part of me wished the chats had won.Chapter 163Sophieās POVThe cabin smelled like pine and fresh snow. We had driven up Friday night after Ryan finished work, barely speaking the whole way because the tension between us was so thick. Two days. Just us. No roommates. No parents. No excuses. The moment we stepped inside, Ryan dropped our bags and looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.āBedroom,ā he said, voice already rough. āNow.āI barely made it three steps before he grabbed me from behind, spinning me around and kissing me hard. His hands were everywhere, possessive and hungry, shoving my sweater up and yanking my bra down. I moaned into his mouth as he pinched my nipples, the sharp sting shoot straight between my legs.We did not even make it to the bed at first.He pushed me against the wooden wall, dropping to his knees and shoving my jeans down. The second his tongue touched my pussy I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair. He ate me like a man starved, sucking my clit hard while two fingers pushed d
Chapter 162Public Date Dare. Sophieās POVThe weekend getaway was still two days away, but Ryan had been teasing me mercilessly all week. Every text, every whispered promise at work when no one was looking, made my panties wet. Tonight he took it further. He told me we were going on a proper date. Dinner at that fancy Italian place downtown. The one with dim lighting and private booths.What he did not tell me until we were seated was his real plan.āUnder the table,ā he said quietly, eyes dark with mischief as the waiter walked away. āTake your panties off and hand them to me.āMy face burned. The restaurant was full. Soft jazz played. People chatted around us. But the thrill hit me hard between my legs. I glanced around nervously before slipping my hands under the long tablecloth. My fingers hooked into the lace and I slid them down my thighs, balling them up quickly. I passed the damp fabric to Ryan under the table. He smirked and tucked them into his pocket.āGood girl,ā he mu
Chapter 161The First Real FuckSophieās POVThe next few days after that first night were pure torture wrapped in sweetness. Ryan and I could barely keep our hands off each other whenever we were alone, but we still had to act normal around everyone else. Taking stolen kisses in his car. His hand sliding up my thigh under the dinner table with our friends. Every secret touch made me wetter than the last. I felt like a completely different person. My best friend had awakened something filthy and greedy inside me, and I could not get enough.Tonight we had the apartment to ourselves again. His roommate was gone for the weekend. The second the door closed, Ryan pushed me against the wall and kissed me like he had been starving for days. His hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my ass, tugging at my clothes until I stood there in just my bra and panties.āI got something for you,ā he murmured against my neck, biting gently. āSomething I think my little whore is going to love.āMy stomach
Chapter 160The First Real FuckSophieās POVThe front door creaked open and my heart nearly stopped.Ryanās fingers were still buried deep inside me, my dress bunched around my waist, my pussy still fluttering from that insane orgasm. We both froze like guilty teenagers as his roommateās voice called out from the hallway.āRyan? You still up, man?āRyanās eyes met mine, wide with panic and leftover lust. Without thinking, he slowly pulled his fingers out of me, making me bite my lip to stop a whimper. My juices coated his hand. I could smell myself in the air, sweet and filthy. He quickly yanked my dress down just as footsteps approached the living room.āYeah, weāre just chilling,ā Ryan called back, voice impressively steady. āSophie crashed here after the party.āI barely had time to fix my hair before his roommate poked his head in, gave us a tired wave, and headed to his room. The second his door clicked shut, Ryan looked at me like a man possessed.āBedroom. Now.āHe grabbed my
Chapter 159A Pretty Drunk Confession. Sophieās POVThe party had died down hours ago, but the buzz in my veins refused to fade. Music still thumped faintly from someoneās forgotten speaker in the corner of Ryanās living room. Empty bottles and red solo cups littered the coffee table. I was sprawled on his couch in that stupid short black dress I wore just to feel something, legs tucked under me, cheeks flushed from too many shots. Ryan sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. My best friend of eight years. The one person who knew every stupid secret I had.Except this one.The one where I had been fantasizing about his hands on me for longer than I cared to admit.āYouāre staring again,ā he said, voice low and a little rough from drinking. His eyes, warm brown and slightly hazy, locked onto mine. God, he looked good tonight. Messy dark hair, that worn gray t-shirt stretched across his chest, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with beer.I laughed nervously, but it ca
Chapter 158Breeding Ceremony. Lilaās POVThe altar still pulsed beneath me as Azrael lifted my cum-swollen body into his arms. My belly felt so heavy now, rounded and tight, sloshing with load after load of his glowing demonic seed. Every step he took made it shift inside me, sending fresh waves of filthy pleasure through my core. I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption.āI am yours,ā I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. āCompletely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.āAzraelās golden eyes glowed with dark triumph as he carried me through a massive obsidian archway into what looked like his personal chamber. The room was enormous. Chains dangled from the ceiling. Altars and cushions covered the floor. The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone.He laid me down on a massive circular bed that
Chapter 157Breeding Ceremony. Lilaās POVThe portal pulled me through darkness and fire.One moment I was on my apartment floor, leaking Azraelās cum from every hole. The next, scorching heat wrapped around my naked body as I landed hard on smooth black stone. The air here tasted different. Thick
Chapter 156Lilaās POVMy body would not stop shaking.I lay sprawled on the floor in a puddle of glowing demonic cum, belly slightly rounded, thighs slick and trembling. Every breath I took tasted like smoke and sex. My pussy throbbed painfully, still leaking thick rivers of Azraelās seed that ref
Chapter 155Hell-ish Pleasure. Lilaās POVThe glowing cum inside me would not stop moving.It felt alive, thick and warm as it swirled deep in my womb like liquid fire that refused to settle. I lay on my apartment floor, legs still spread, chest heaving as Azrael hovered above me. His golden eyes
Chapter 153Avaās POVThe dungeon felt different tonight. Different colors of candles flickered around the room, casting a warm golden light across the chains and leather. The air carried the scent of melted wax, leather polish, and my own nervous sweat. I walked in barefooted, completely naked ex







