Bred By My Mom's Dead Husband(5)

He lowers himself, covering me completely. His body is hot, heavy, solid, his skin slick with sweat, the musky scent of him filling my nose in a way that makes me feel small and safe and utterly claimed all at once. The blunt head of his cock, bare now, no latex and nudges my soaked entrance. The air is thick with the scent of our arousal, musky and intoxicating. I'm so wet I can hear the slick sound when he presses forward, just enough to part me.

He holds my gaze.

"You sure about this, Lily?" His voice is gravel and smoke. "Once I'm inside you like this, there's no going back."

My heart slams against my ribs. I nod, breathless. "I want it. I want your babies. I want you to fill me until I'm dripping with you. I want to be yours completely and forever."

A low sound rumbles deep in his chest. His hips shift, the thick head breaching me slowly. So slowly. "Ohhh," I moan softly as I feel every inch as he sinks inside, no condom to dull the sensation. Every ridge, every vein, every subtle pulse of him. My walls flutter helplessly around the intrusion, trying to pull him deeper, greedy for more.

When he's fully seated, hips flush to mine, buried to the hilt, "Ahhh," I moan loudly, swearing I feel him in my stomach. The stretch is exquisite, almost too much. I gasp, nails biting into his shoulders.

"Fuck," he groans, voice wrecked. "So tight. So fucking perfect."

He doesn't move right away. He just stays there, letting me feel him. Letting me adjust to the bare heat of him throbbing deep inside me. Then he rolls his hips once, slow, deliberate, and I whimper, "Mmm," at the drag of him against every sensitive spot.

He starts to thrust. Long, measured strokes that pull almost all the way out before sliding back in, deep and steady. Each time he bottoms out, the base of his cock grinds against my clit, sending little sparks up my spine. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder.

Our eyes never leave each other.

I see everything in his gaze: the last flicker of guilt, the overwhelming hunger, the fierce, possessive love that's been simmering beneath the surface for years. The need to claim me completely.

"You feel that?" he whispers, voice rough as broken glass. "Feel how deep I am? I'm going to breed you, Lily. Fill you up until you're swollen with me. Until everyone can see what I've done to you. Until the whole world knows you're mine."

I moan loudly, "Yes, oh God, yes," shameless and desperate. "Yes. Please. Breed me. Make me yours daddy."

His control snaps.

His thrusts turn harder, faster. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard tapping the wall in a steady, obscene rhythm, mingled with the wet slap of skin on skin and our heavy breathing. Their marriage bed. The same white-painted frame where they used to make love. Now I'm being fucked raw by my stepfather, legs spread wide, begging him to put a baby in me.

His hand slides between our bodies. A calloused thumb finds my clit and rubs tight, relentless circles. The dual sensation, his thick cock dragging against my walls, the precise pressure on my swollen bud, makes my vision blur.

"Come for me, baby," he growls. "Come on my cock. Let me feel that tight little pussy milk me dry."

I'm already there. The raw slide of him inside me, the filthy promises spilling from his lips, the way he looks at me like I'm the only thing that's ever mattered, it's too much. My back arches off the mattress, nails raking down his shoulders. I moan desperately, "Ethan, oh God, I'm coming!"

"Do it," he snarls. "Come for Daddy. Let me feel you squeeze me."

The word Daddy hits like a spark to dry tinder.

I shatter.

My orgasm rips through me, sharp and blinding. My pussy clenches around him in rhythmic, greedy pulses, trying to pull him even deeper. I scream his name with a series of high-pitched moans, body shaking, thighs trembling violently. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing out every shuddering wave until I'm limp and gasping beneath him.

He slips out of me. He flips me, pulls my hips up, making my ass face him while I lean on my elbows and slides back into me from behind. My body trembles beneath him, still twitching with aftershocks.

Then he moves.

One large hand slides up to wrap around my throat, not hard, just firm enough to feel his palm against my racing pulse. His thumb strokes the underside of my jaw as he leans down,he pulls me up and his lips crash into mine in a kiss that's all teeth and hunger, deep and filthy, like he's trying to taste every moan I just gave him. I melt into it, opening for his tongue, tasting salt and sweat and the heady flavor of our passion.

When he finally breaks the kiss, his eyes are molten. He releases my throat. I fall back to the bed, my face presses into the pillow, ass in the air, thighs still shaking.

His hand comes down hard on my right cheek, a sharp, stinging spank that makes me yelp and moan, the pain mixing with pleasure. The sound echoes in the quiet room. He groans low in his throat, then delivers another, harder, on the left. My skin blooms hot and pink under his palm.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmurs, voice wrecked. "All marked up for me."

I feel him shift behind me. He drags the thick, slick head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in the mess of my cum and his. The blunt tip nudges my entrance, slippery and hot, teasing. Then he presses forward, slow, deliberate, sliding back into me in one long, smooth thrust.

The stretch is even more intense this time, my walls still fluttering, slick with everything we've already done. I moan deeply into the pillow, "Oh fuck, yes," as he bottoms out, hips flush against my ass, filling me completely again.

He leans over me, chest to my back, lips brushing my ear. "Gonna breed you again, baby. Gonna keep you so full you'll feel me for days."

His hands grip my hips, bruising, possessive.

And then he starts to move. The angle is deeper, hitting spots that make me see stars, each thrust accompanied by the loud slap of his hips against my ass. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into me with long, punishing strokes.

He fucks me hard, hips snapping with punishing force. His grip on my hips is bruising, possessive. "You take me so well," he groans. "Such a good girl."

I push back against him, moaning with every thrust, meeting him, chasing more. "Do it. Come inside me. Give me your baby daddy."

His rhythm falters. "Fuck. Here it comes."

I feel him swell inside me, impossibly thicker, then he's coming. Deep, powerful spurts that flood me. I feel every jet, hot and thick, painting my walls as he grunts and groans above me. He groans my name, hips jerking as he empties himself completely inside me.

He stays buried, breathing ragged against my neck. His cock is still half-hard, twitching with aftershocks. When he finally pulls out, slow and careful, I feel the first warm trickle of his cum leak out, sliding down my thighs, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

He flips me onto my back again. His eyes are wild, pupils blown. "Not done yet."

Before I can catch my breath, he's sliding back into me. One smooth thrust, all the way to the hilt. I gasp and moan at the sensitivity, my walls still fluttering from the first orgasm, slick with his release.

He starts moving again, slower this time, rolling his hips in deep, grinding circles that make me see stars. His hand slips down between us, fingers finding my clit once more.

"Again," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. "I want you to come again while I breed you."

I'm already climbing. The wet, filthy squelching slide of him inside me, mixed with his cum, the feel of his cum coating my walls, the way he looks at me like I'm everything, it's overwhelming.

"Come with me," I beg, voice trembling. "Fill me again. I want all of you."

He groans, thrusts picking up speed. "You want more? Want me to breed you twice?"

"Yes daddy," I moan. "Please. Give me everything."

His thumb works my clit faster, matching the rhythm of his hips. His thrusts turn hard and deep again, chasing his second release. I can feel another orgasm building, sharper, more intense than the first.

"I'm close," I gasp. "Come with me daddy."

He buries his face in my neck, teeth grazing my skin. "Fuck. Take it. Take every fucking drop."

He comes first, cock pulsing, swelling, flooding me with another thick, hot load. The sensation tips me over the edge. I come hard with loud moans, pussy clenching around him in violent spasms, milking every last spurt. I cry out, nails raking down his back, body shaking uncontrollably.

He collapses on top of me, both of us panting, sweaty, trembling, our skin slick and hot, the room filled with the smell of sweat and sex. His cock is still inside me, softening slowly. His cum leaks out around him, warm and thick, pooling beneath me.

He kisses me, slow, deep, tender. His lips brush mine again and again, like he's trying to memorize the taste of me.

"You're mine now," he whispers against my mouth. "Forever."

Tears prick my eyes. I smile, shaky and sated. "Forever."

He stays inside me a long time after that, softening but never pulling out completely. His hand strokes my hair, my back, my hip. Gentle now. Reverent.

I feel him everywhere, inside me, on me, around me and I know, with absolute certainty, that nothing will ever be the same.