CHAPTER 6: MY STEPDADDY GOT ON HIS KNEES AND RUINED ME

“Don’t.” His hips snap forward and he buries himself again and I scream into the dark. “I told you, I want to hear you. I want every sound. Your mother’s bedroom is on the other side of the house, and even if it wasn’t—” He thrusts again, deep and grinding. “Even if she heard you, do you think I’d stop?”

“Oh my god—”

“Would you want me to stop?”

“No—” I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and I can feel myself clenching around him, can feel my wetness coating him, dripping between us, the sound of it obscene with every thrust. “No, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

“Average,” he says, and there’s a dark smile in his voice as he builds a rhythm, deep, slow, devastating strokes that punch the air out of my lungs every time he bottoms out. “You called this average.”

He lifts my hips off the bed, changes the angle, and hits something so deep inside me that my entire body seizes.

“FUCK—”

“There it is.” He does it again. And again. Grinding against that spot with the head of his cock on every stroke while his pelvis crushes my clit. “That spot right there. The one nobody’s ever found because nobody’s ever been deep enough.”

I’m clawing at the sheets. At his arms. At anything I can reach. The pleasure is building again, different this time, deeper, originating from somewhere behind my navel, and I can feel it spreading like heat through my whole body.

“I’m going to come again—”

“I know you are.” He leans down over me, his chest pressing against mine, his mouth at my ear. “Come on your stepfather’s cock, Elena. Come on Daddy’s cock and tell me it’s the best you’ve ever had.”

His hand slides between us and finds my clit and the combination, his cock hitting that spot deep, his fingers rubbing my clit, his weight on top of me, his breath in my ear, detonates something inside me that I have no name for.

I come so hard I stop making sound.

My mouth is open. My body is locked. I can feel myself pulsing around him in violent, rhythmic contractions, squeezing him so tight he groans through clenched teeth, and liquid heat gushes out of me, coating his cock, his thighs, the sheets under us. The wetness is everywhere, I can feel it pooling under my ass, can hear the slick, sloppy sound of it — and Dominic doesn’t slow down. He fucks me through it, every thrust pushing more out of me, and I finally find my voice and it comes out as a scream.

“DADDY, oh fuck, oh fuck, I can’t, it won’t stop—”

“Don’t want it to stop.” He’s panting now, his rhythm faltering, and I can feel him swelling inside me, getting harder, and — “Gonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep inside you—”

“Yes, yes, come inside me, Daddy, please—”

He buries himself to the hilt and stills, and I feel it, hot, pulsing ropes flooding me, filling me so full it leaks out around him immediately, mixing with my mess, dripping down onto the already-ruined sheets.

He stays inside me. Breathing hard. His forehead drops against mine and for one second, just one, there’s something in his face that isn’t arrogance or control. Something raw. Surprised. Like he didn’t expect this to feel the way it does.

Then it’s gone.

He pulls out, slow, deliberate, and I gasp at the emptiness, feeling his cum slide out of me in a hot, thick stream. He looks down between us, at the absolute disaster we’ve made, and his cock twitches. Still hard. Still thick and flushed and dripping with both of us.

“That,” he says, breathing rough, “was round one.”

He flips me onto my stomach before I can respond.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​