Fucking Like A Demigod

~Ava

"Whatever would make you sin with me, I'm ready." My voice came out raw, breathy, lips still brushing his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin sweat.

Adrian's gray eyes darkened to midnight, pupils blown wide with the same hunger clawing at my insides. No more teasing, no more games.

The gym courtyard felt like our private hell, heaven, sun climbing higher.

His hand was still under my shorts, fingers buried in my wetness, stroking slow circles that had my hips bucking against him.

"Fuck, girly," he growled, voice gravel and smoke, pulling his hand free with a wet sound that made me whimper. "You talk big. Let's see if you can handle it."

Before I could snap back, his massive arms wrapped my waist, hoisting me up like I weighed nothing.

My legs locked around his hips instinctively, ankles crossing behind his back, the hard ridge of his cock pressing right against my core through his shorts.

Friction, god, the friction had me grinding down, chasing that edge he'd built all session of gym visiting.

He carried me three strides to the gym wall, mirrors reflecting our twisted forms from every angle.

Back slammed against cool glass, but his body pinned me. "Last chance, Ava," he rasped, forehead to mine, breath mingling hot. "I'm 44. You're 18. Your mum's upstairs. This crosses lines that don't uncross."

"I don't care," I hissed, nails digging into his tattooed shoulders, drawing red lines. "Ruin me."

That snapped something in him.

A feral snarl ripped from his throat, and his mouth crashed onto mine, hard, punishing, no gentleness.

His lips bruised against mine, teeth nipping my bottom one till I tasted blood. His tongue invaded, claiming every inch, tangling with mine in a wet, sloppy battle that left me dizzy.

I moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by him, vibrating through us both. Too sweet, his kiss was too sweet to be human, not a man but a demigod descended to wreck mortals like me.

His hands, those big, calloused paws roamed south, one sliding up my back to fist my ponytail, yanking my head back to expose my throat.

He broke the kiss, trailing bites down my neck, sucking marks that'd bruise purple by dinner.

"Mine," he muttered against my pulse, voice vibrating through skin. But the other hand? It hooked into the waistband of my tight shorts, fingers digging in.

Riiip.

Clothe tore like paper under his strength, no pulling them off slowly, no finesse or slow burn romance.

He ripped them clean off, the spandex shredding with a sharp sound that echoed off the mirrors.

Cool air hit my bare pussy, soaked and exposed, clit throbbing from the sudden freedom. Shorts dangled in tatters from one ankle, sports bra still clinging but shoved up haphazardly.

I gasped, the vulnerability hitting like a drug, naked from the waist down, legs spread wide around him, his clothed cock grinding against my wet pussy.

"Adrian…" My whine cut off as he kissed me hard again, deeper, tongue fucking my mouth in rhythm with his hips rolling.

His free hand dove to my ass, squeezing hard, fingers kneading the flesh like dough, spreading my cheeks, one digit teasing the tight ring there just enough to make me jolt.

I moaned louder into his mouth, the sound muffled but desperate, body arching to press my tits against his tank clad chest. Too sweet, too much, his squeeze bordered pain, bruising my cheeks, but the pleasure shot straight to my core, clenching around nothing.

"Fuck, this ass," he groaned against my lips, breaking for air, squeezing harder, pulling me tighter against his bulge.

Precum soaked through his shorts, smearing my wetness, the friction wet and filthy. "Been dreaming of marking it since I saw you naked last night."

Another rip, wait, no, that was my sports bra this time, yanked up and over my head in one brutal tug, leaving me fully bare against him.

Tits bounced free, nipples scraping his shirt, begging for attention.

I bucked wildly, chasing release, my ripped shorts finally kicked off.

"More," I demanded, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

He hissed, eyes flashing, and spun us, now my back to his front, facing the mirrors.

Forced to watch, my flushed face, wild hair, body glistening, him towering behind, tank discarded in a flash, revealing those tattooed pecs and abs I wanted to lick.

His shorts shoved down just enough, cock springing free, thick, veined, head angry red and leaking.

One hand snaked around, palming my tit, pinching the nipple till I cried out. The other? Back to my ass, squeezing, spanking once, sharp crack that echoed, cheek blooming red.

"Watch yourself scream daddy," he commanded, lining up, the fat head nudging my entrance.

He thrust in, no mercy, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. I screamed, real and raw, walls stretching around his girth, pain pleasure exploding white hot.

Too big, too full, demigod cock splitting me open. He didn't wait, pounding hard, hand squeezing my ass with each snap of hips, the other muffling my moans as he kissed my neck.

Mirrors showed it all, tits bouncing, ass rippling under his grip, his face buried in my hair, grunting like an animal.

"Too sweet... not human," I babbled between thrusts, pushing back, meeting every slam. "Demigod... fuck, daddy!"

"That's it, girly," he growled, pace merciless, free hand dropping to rub my clit in tight circles. "Sin with me. Come on my cock."

Orgasm hit like lightning, walls clamping, gushing around him, scream tearing free. He followed seconds later, roaring, flooding me deep, hot spurts painting my insides.

We slumped against the mirror, panting like we'd run a marathon through hell, his cock still twitching inside me, hot cum leaking down my thighs.

Adrian's arms caged me tight, lips brushing my ear in that soft afterglow way, hand gently squeezing my sore ass cheek.

“You're already tired," he whispered, voice all gravel and possession. But the fire in his gray eyes? Far from out. He was still rock hard, filling me to the brim, hips giving a lazy roll that made me whimper.

Breakfast clinked upstairs, Mom humming some old tune, flipping pancakes like the world wasn't ending in her gym. Our world, anyway.

Before I could catch my breath, Adrian's grip shifted, brutal, commanding.

He pressed me down with force, palm flat on my shoulder, knees buckling till they hit the gym mat hard. Thud.

Pain shot up my legs, but it mixed with the ache between them, turning sweet. My wild hair fell forward like a curtain, sticking to my sweaty cheeks, blinding me.

His fingers, rough, caressed my chin soft at first, tilting my head up slowly.

I blinked through strands, eyes locking on his standing cock first, thick, veined monster, glistening with my juices and his cum, bobbing angry and ready.

Up to those carved abs, ridges flexing with each breath, tattoos twisting like secrets. Then his face, mysterious, shadowed jaw, those storm eyes burning down at me like I was a prey.

"Do you suck cocks?" he asked, voice low and dirty, thumb tracing my bottom lip, smearing spit and precum.

I smirked up at him, heart hammering, pussy clenching at nothing now. "Depends on how big it is." I already knew this beast would wreck my jaw, too girthy, too long but hell if I backed down.

My mouth watered, tongue darting out to wet my lips, teasing him right back.

He chuckled dark, hand fisting my hair at the roots, yanking just enough to sting. "This fat cock's gonna stretch that pretty little throat till you choke on daddy's cum, girly. Open wide, show me how bad you want your stepdad's load."

Fuck. Heat flooded me, nipples peaking hard again.

No time to think slowly, I leaned in, lips parting wide, tongue flicking the salty head. Tasted us mixed, musky and raw.

Took him inch by inch, cheeks hollowing, jaw aching already as the head hit my soft palate. Saliva dripped, messy strings connecting us.

But before I could set the pace, Adrian took control, hips snapping forward, hand guiding my head. "That's it, take it like a good slut," he grunted.

He fucked my mouth fast, brutal, relentless. No mercy for my gag reflex. Cock slammed deep, bulging my throat, balls slapping my chin.

Gagging sounds filled the gym, wet, choking glurks, tears streaming, mascara running black down my cheeks.

Felt like he'd punch a hole straight through my throat, lungs burning. I clawed his thighs, nails digging crescents, but didn't tap out.

I wanted it. I needed his ruin. "Fuck... tight throat... mine," he snarled, pace jackhammering, free hand pinching my nipple hard enough to bruise.

After what felt like forever, throat raw, spit pooling on the mat he roared almost a scream, "I'm coming!" he yanked me off with a pop, strings of saliva snapping.

Dragged me up by the hair, rough, no pause, my hand grabbing his shoulder for balance as he scooped me effortless, legs wrapping his waist tight.

My ankles locked, pussy hovering his tip.

Smooth at first, one deep slide, filling me full again, walls fluttering.

I bit his shoulder hard, teeth sinking into muscle to muffle the moan ripping from my gut. But he increased pace quick, fucking reckless, hips slamming up, me bouncing like a ragdoll, tits smacking his chest.

The gym echoed slaps, skin on skin my muffled cries vibrating his shoulder. Bruise formed under my teeth, but he didn't care, he pounded harder, cock dragging my g spot every thrust, clit grinding his base.

"Take it... fuck... breeding my stepdaughter," he growled, pace savage, one arm banding my back, other squeezing ass to angle deeper.

Orgasm built fast, coiling, snapping, I shattered, walls milking him, biting harder to silence the scream.

He followed, roaring into my neck, cumming deep, hot jets painting my cervix, overflowing, dripping down his balls.

We froze, locked, breaths ragged. He set me down gently, sliding me off, cum gushing out, pooling on the mat. Panting on the floor, sweating hard, thighs quivering.

Adrian tucked himself away, smirking down like a god. "Don't forget to flush it, girly. Be grateful I went easy on you."

Then he left, striding out casually, tank pulled on, door clicking shut. Left me there, wrecked, sprawled naked, cum leaking, ass bruised from squeezes, throat sore as hell.

What the fuck did he just say? He went easy on me? With this?* I laughed hoarse, wiping tears and spit, body thrumming. Stepdad monster.

I wanted round two already. Upstairs, Mom called breakfast. Game on.