6

Chapter 6: Lust and Control.

Sofia POV.

The world tilted slowly in my eyes.

The night was young and fresh.

My breath hitched, not because my nudes were flying all over the place, but because of the hastily made decisions I was walking into; my whole body gave my consent. I wanted to be manhandled by no one else but the old man who carried me in his arms, walking graciously through the stairs to the bedroom.

I smiled at intervals when our gaze met; nothing else mattered.

My clothes were all over the hallway; I didn't care, not at the moment.

His grip was strong, his hand too muscular and firm for a man his age, my pussy jar was already dripping wet from his touch, he hadn't even spread my legs apart yet, and I was close to cloud nine. The alcohol was finally taking a toll on me, and I liked it.

One arm beneath my thigh, the other supporting my back, his cologne smelled of a mixture of coal, soothing to my nose and sedating to my soul.

I wondered if he carried every other woman like this to his bed; he would have a thousand of them begging to come back to his bed.

A cold feeling hit me the moment he kicked the room door; the atmosphere was cold, and my whole body shivered.

Perfect timing!.

The room was dark; he didn't switch on the light except for the bedside lamp. I liked it that way; I would be able to spin over in circles without feeling ashamed that I was letting an older man fuck me and pull my hair from behind.

I had held onto my phone all this time. I dropped it slowly on something that looked like a couch, paying little or no attention to it. It hadn't buzzed in a while; maybe they couldn't trace the video anymore.

He placed me gently in the bed, his hand lingered slowly down to my bell bottom, I smiled at him, and he didn't smile back; instead, he tapped on my virgin twice, slapping it with force, and my body jolted in shock.

I watched him unbutton his shirt slowly while he rubbed on my thighs, and I bit my lips seductively.

"Night, girl." He teased me.

I licked my lips further, being in my full element. The alcohol was making me act out of character, but still, I didn't want to be sane. I loved how shameless I was with the father of my boyfriend. No one ever played with me except Tristain, so I giggled like a child would giggle when given a candy.

He unbuttoned his shirt and his pants, spreading my legs apart, my pussy all steamed. I had rushed out from the house not wearing pants, like I got a hint of what was coming. I'm glad I didn't, though.

The old man kissed my thighs, spreading them apart; if the lights were on, my virginity would look like a well-steamed dish.

His hand lingered slowly; he rubbed my stomach, taking his time, slow and mindful.

My money moved to the rhythm of his touch.

My pulse rose.

He squeezed the nipple softly.

I let out a soft moan; I could feel his cock in my thigh. It wasn't inside me yet, but I could feel its thickness against my skin.

He placed his lips on my nipple softly while twisting the other.

Oh fuck!.

My whole body rose in arousal…

He bit on my nipple slowly while increasing the pressure in the other; I felt my whole body on fire.

I moaned softly.

The old man was doing things I couldn't explain to my body.

I had never been this pleased by a man all my life, let alone by an older man.

Tristain would bend me over and thrust like it was some sort of chore; he never sucked on my breast for too long. In his words, it was too small to be given too much attention.

But here I was.

Under his father's touch.

I was close to his gate…

This was the definition of a glorious transaction.

Neither of us spoke, but still the atmosphere was intense.

I wanted him to order me to my knees so I could show my skills.

But he waited.

He sucked in my nipple like he was drawing out milk; his teeth made funny moves on it. I held the sheet tight, my nipple feeling the pressure from his touch. He let go of my nipple, the one he squeezed twice as hard, sliding his hand downwards slowly.

I split both legs open.

“You’re wet." He whispered.

“Wet for you." I answered, licking his face, beard gathered in my tongue, and I swallowed it all.

“Good girl." He slid his hand in before I could say Jack.

"Arregghhhhhh." I yelled.

"Dripy." He continued to thrust with two fingers.

"Fuck." I pulled the sheet with both hands.

Sweet sensations.

My phone buzzed out of the blue. I didn't let go of the sheet; I couldn't look, and I didn't want to. They might have seen me naked, but they would never have a taste of me. They could masturbate and continue to share it amongst others, but right in this cold, freezing room under the influence of alcohol and the grip of a muscular man, I wouldn't trade this moment for anything.

“Spread your legs apart." The old man tapped on my thighs.

“Yes, Daddy." I whispered.

His hands tightened against my thighs; he rubbed his dickhead slowly on its entrance, and I moaned out slowly.

He tapped on my clitoris; my body vibrated. This was sweet torture.

At once he slid it in.

"Fuck." I yelled, feeling its full length inside of me; my eyes flew open.

The old man didn't stop.

He thrust in slowly at first while still playing with my clitoris. I was under him, yelling at the top of my voice, spilling gibberish, the pleasure pushing me to the extreme.

"Shuuuuu." He spanked my buttocks with force, thrusting in faster.

“Please….please….”. I pleaded, and he splined me over at once.