Mistake Me Again, Daddy! 6 (18)

~Sadie

A dark, murderous chuckle bubbled up from Garret’s chest, vibrating right through the palm locked around my throat.

His thumb pressed firmly against my windpipe, cutting my air down to a thin, burning thread, but the oxygen deprivation only made the heat in my lower stomach explode into white hot sparks.

I was completely, utterly unhinged, and we both knew it.

"You really are a filthy, twisted little bitch, aren't you?" Garret growled, his voice dropping into a thick, guttural purr.

His dark eyes devoured the sight of me, naked, flushed, choking, and shamelessly begging for him while his own daughter studied just thirty feet down the hall.

"You brought your little notebooks over here just to trap me in my own bathroom. You used Avery."

"I'd use... anyone... just to get this inside me again," I choked out, my voice raspy and broken under his grip.

I reached down, my hand wrapping around his thick, rigid length right through the fabric of his dark slacks, squeezing him hard. "Look at you, Garret. You're talking about your daughter, but your dick is so hard it's about to burst through your pants. You want to ruin me."

"I ought to throw you over my knee and beat you until you can't sit down for a month," he snarled, his grip tightening just enough to make my vision blur at the edges.

"Do it," I whispered, a wicked, dazed smile breaking across my bleeding lip.

I arched my back off the cold tile wall, rubbing my wet pussy directly against the front of his trousers, leaving a broad, slick stain on his expensive suit.

"Spank me, choke me, ruin me... just fuck me. I've been masturbating to the memory of your face all night. I laid in my bed screaming your name, soaking my sheets, wishing it was your heavy hands bruising my skin again."

Garret’s jaw clenched so hard a vein throbbed violently at his temple. "Your father would kill me. He'd put a bullet through my skull if he knew what his innocent little twenty-year-old girl was begging for."

"My father doesn't know a damn thing," I purred, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling his face down until our lips were brushing. "He thinks I'm his sweet, quiet daughter. But I'm not his girl anymore, Garret. I'm yours. I'm your dirty little secret slut, and you're going to take me right here while Avery calls for me downstairs."

"Fuck..." Garret roared, his absolute last shred of morality shattering into dust.

He unclasped his hand from my throat, only to grab my hips with a brutal, bruising force. He spun me around in a flash, slamming my stomach flat against the cold marble counter of the vanity.

My heavy breasts flattened against the slick stone as he reached down, unbuckling his leather belt with a sharp, metallic clack.

SLAP!

His palm came down flat and brutal across my bare ass, the loud crack echoing off the bathroom tiles. A high-pitched, helpless shriek tore from my throat, instantly melting into a heavy, dripping moan.

"You want to be a dirty little bitch for your best friend's father?" Garret barked, unzipping his slacks and freeing his massive, thick cock.

He reached between my legs, spreading my soaking wet lips with two thick fingers before lining his monstrous head up with my tight entrance. "Then take it like one.”

He didn't bother easing into me. With my stomach pressed flat against the cold marble vanity and my ass arched high, he gripped my hip with one hand, hooked his other around my hair, and violently drove his hips forward.

A sharp, raw scream tore straight out of my throat, ringing off the tiled walls as his monstrous, thick.cock slammed into my tight center, tearing right past my body's natural resistance.

Even with my slick wetness, the pure size of him stretched my walls past their limit.

"Ah! Garret!" I shrieked, tears instantly bursting into my eyes as a sharp sting of fresh blood mixed with my slick juices.

"Shut your filthy mouth!" Garret growled into my ear, tightening his iron grip on my hair and yanking my head back until my spine curved at an agonizing angle.

He didn't wait for me to adjust. He pulled almost completely out, leaving just the broad head inside, and then slammed back in with terrifying, punishing force.

The impact of his heavy pelvis against my bare ass cheeks sounded like gunfire in the small, steamy bathroom.

Every brutal, deep thrust sent a chaotic surge of white hot pain and sickening, dirty pleasure shooting straight up my spine.

My hands clawed frantically at the smooth marble counter, my fingernails scraping against the stone as I tried to hold on.

His palm came down with a vicious crack against the side of my ass, leaving a flaming red imprint on my skin.

"Is this what you begged for, you twisted little bitch?!" Garret barked, his voice heavy with dark, unhinged aggression.

He reached down with his free hand, wrapping his fingers brutally around my throat from behind, squeezing until my breath cut off completely. "You want to play games in my house? You want to fuck your best friend's dad while she's down the hall?!"

I couldn't speak. Oxygen was cut off, my vision swimming in bright white spots as he pounded into my tight, bleeding body with relentless speed.

My tongue lolled out of my mouth, drool and tears trailing down my chin onto the counter. But instead of fear, my core clamped down hard around his massive shaft, shuddering in an insane, violent wave of pleasure.

I nodded frantically against his grip, letting out a broken, wheezing moan into the air.

"You love it," Garret growled, a dark satisfaction in his voice as he felt my walls gripping him tight.

He released my neck just enough for air to rush back into my lungs, causing me to gasp loudly, my chest heaving.

Without missing a beat, he reached forward, grabbed my lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, and pulled back, digging his sharp teeth into my upper lip until he broke the skin again.

The taste of my own blood hit my tongue, mingling with our sweat and spit. I bit down on his lip in return, tasting his blood, completely unraveled by the brutal intensity of the pain and heat.

Two more heavy, stinging slaps rained down on my bare thighs, turning my skin bright crimson.

He hoisted my right leg over his hip, opening me up completely, and began driving into me at a frantic, unyielding pace that shook the entire marble vanity.

"Garret... Daddy... please!" I screamed, my voice entirely shot, reduced to a raspy, broken mess. "Fuck me harder! Kill me! Fuck me!"

"I'm going to ruin you for any man your own age," he growled into my ear, his broad chest slamming into my back over and over, his heavy length striking deep inside me until I felt it in my stomach.

The relentless friction, the sharp sting of the slaps on my bruised skin, the chokehold, and the metallic taste of blood pushed my brain over the absolute edge.

My whole body went rigid, my toes curling hard against the slick tile floor as a massive, violent orgasm tore through my body.

I screamed so loud my vocal cords strained, my inner muscles pulsing wildly around his cock, squeezing him in tight, rhythmic spasms.

Garret let out a deep, animalistic roar as my orgasm triggered his own. He buried his massive shaft all the way to the base, pinning me flat against the counter as he filled my bleeding, throbbing core with a heavy, boiling release.

He held me there for a long, suffocating minute, his chest heaving against my back, both of us covered in sweat, slick, and blood, before he slowly pulled out, leaving me to collapse limply onto the cold bathroom floor.