Fucked by Daddy

I suddenly felt the blunt weight of his huge cock against my entrance and I bit my lip trying to hold back the urge to beg him to slip inside me.

"I'm going to ruin this fucking pretty pussy for Liam."

I waited with bated breath as he began to push inside me, slowly. I gasped for air as I felt the intense fullness. A broken cry caught in my throat before I could stop it.

Kael groaned, hand gripping my hips, hard enough to bruise. "Fuck baby, so fucking tight. Feel how desperate you are squeezing me?"

He didn't give me time to adjust. He pulled back slowly, letting me feel every inch sliding out, then slammed in again setting a brutal rhythm,each deep stroke hitting the end of me, making my tits bounce heavily.

"Arggh." I moaned his name as my hand fisted into his hair.

"See what you've been missing?" His voice was rough with lust. "This is what you deserve. Every. Fucking. Day"

"Harder." I begged. "Please Daddy. Ruin me." My head moved from one side to the other at how good it felt.

He pulled my hands out of his hair, grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head with one hand.

"Like this? You want Daddy to ruin this tight pretty pussy?"

"Yes Daddy!"

His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing but holding. Possessive.

"I'm going to worship every inch of you, pump this married pussy full of my cum."

Oh God. This was more than everything I ever imagined.

He fucked me harder, the bed frame slamming against the wall.

I could feel orgasm building fast and brutal, juice dripping down my thighs with every brutal thrust.

"Cum on my cock. Princess." He ordered.

I came with a broken cry, walls pulsing wildly around his thrusting cock. My juices squirted out around him, soaking his balls and the sheet beneath us.

Kael groaned loudly but kept fucking me through it, drawing out every wave until I was a shaking whimpering mess.

"Who do you belong to?" He demanded.

"You." I gasped. "I belong to you... Daddy."

He reached around and rubbed my clit, never slowing his pace.

"Good girl. This pussy belongs to Daddy now."

Every movement felt too intense now. My body had gone overly sensitive.

The pleasure was becoming overwhelming.

"Daddy. It's too much. I—"

"I haven't started ruining you yet, Princess. You can take it." His cock hit a spot inside me that made me see stars. "Come again for Daddy."

"I can't—"

He kept grinding against me.

Another intense orgasm tore through me. I was dimly aware of crying and begging,while his hand kept my wrists pinned

"That's my good girl, so full of your father-in-law's cum"

I clenched around him, milking his cock and felt him pulse inside me as he came too.

He pulled out slowly and I whimpered at the loss feeling his cum leak out of him.

My hole twitched,still leaking as I saw him adjust himself immediately like he just realized what just happened.

"Daddy. More." I moaned softly, my hip jerking softly.

Wait!!!!!

Holy shit.

My chest rose unevenly while my thoughts struggled to catch up with reality

This wasn't another fantasy.

This wasn't one of those nights where I imagined things and came back to my senses afterward.

That actually happened. I slept with my father-in-law. On my matrimonial bed.

But...Gawd. But I still wanted more, my pussy couldn't stop clenching against nothing as my legs were still wide spread.

Kael went still above me.

He looked entirely different from a few seconds ago, the only traces on him of what happened was his darkened hungry eyes still fixed my dripping pussy.

I didn't understand why he suddenly stopped. The room suddenly felt too quiet.

Heat flooded my face so suddenly I wanted to disappear into the messy sheets.

I pulled the blanket higher instinctively.

Kael cursed under his breath.

“Damn it,” he muttered, voice rougher than before.

I finally glanced up.

His jaw was clenched hard. Like this was a mistake. For a second, I couldn't speak. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to say.

Sorry?

Please don’t regret it?

Do it again?

God, what was wrong with me?

“You okay?” he finally asked, quieter this time.

The question threw me off completely.

Okay?

I couldn’t even understand what I was feeling.

Was it embarrassment? Shock? Excitement?

Fuck.

Maybe it was Guilt.

Before I could answer, something vibrating nearby broke through the silence.

I frowned. It was my phone.

I ignored it at first, still too overwhelmed to care.

Then it buzzed again. And again. Shattering whatever quiet tension present in the room.

A weird feeling settled in my stomach at the last buzz. Then slowly, I reached for it.

My heart nearly stopped. Three missed calls from Liam.

“What the hell…” I whispered.

The screen lit up again, he was calling again.

I completely froze.

Fuck, since when does he call by this time.

My brain started refusing to work as Kael was still standing there.

Then the call stopped. A message from Liam came in.

Liam: Why aren’t you answering?

My stomach twisted as my hand trembled slightly against the phone.

Another message popped up seconds later.

Liam: Flight got cancelled.

I stopped breathing immediately. Then another message came in.

Liam: I’m home in twenty minutes.