~Maya~
He said it with that voice. That voice. The one that made my bones lock and my stomach drop and my cunt ache like I was born for this. That deep, cold, calm, I-own-you voice. The voice that didn’t need to scream. Didn’t need to growl. Didn’t even need to whisper. Just a few quiet words, and my whole fucking body obeyed. He looked at me like I wasn’t even a person anymore. Like I wasn’t Kayla’s friend. Like I wasn’t a girl with a past or a future or a heart that used to beat for other people. He looked at me like I was a command he hadn’t finished giving. Like I was a toy that finally understood what it was. And the moment those words left his mouth, I dropped. Just like that. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t think. My knees hit the floor with a soft, perfect thud that felt louder than a gunshot. And I didn’t care. I didn’t care that Kayla was still standing there. I didn’t care that her entire face was twisted in disbelief, or that her mouth was hanging open like she’d just seen God cheat. I didn’t care that I was still crying or that my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I didn’t care that there was a positive pregnancy test in my pocket or that her father’s cum was still leaking out of me and soaking my panties. I just dropped. Because I was meant to be there. Because I’d been waiting my whole life to be there. Because I wasn’t the guest anymore. I wasn’t the sleepover friend. I wasn’t the dirty secret. I was the one on my knees. I was the one who opened my mouth. I was the one who got fucking bred. “Please,” I whispered, and it didn’t even sound like me. It sounded like hunger. It sounded like obsession. It sounded like every broken, addicted, needy part of me finally begging to be seen. “Please let me suck it, Daddy. Please let me show her. Let me show her what happens when I obey you. I’ll be so good. I swear I’ll be so good. I’ll suck it just the way you like it. I’ll make her watch. I won’t stop. Not until I taste you again. Please. Please let me.” He didn’t say a word. Not one. He just smirked. That slow, dark, evil smirk that made my thighs clench and my heart pound and my mouth open wider than it ever had before. He didn’t need to say anything. Because that smirk said it all. That smirk told me I was already owned. That smirk told me this was what he wanted all along. And then he unzipped. Just like that. And when he pulled it out? Fuck. My mouth dropped open before I even touched him. I swear I forgot how to breathe. My lips parted. My eyes glazed. My breath stuttered in my throat. And my hands—they just moved on their own. They weren’t even mine anymore. They were his. They were shaking as they wrapped around that thick, veiny, gorgeous cock that was already hard, already dripping, already pulsing like it had been waiting for this moment just as much as I had. And Kayla? She gasped. A real gasp. A loud, dramatic, horror-movie gasp like she thought I might snap out of it. Like she thought maybe the sound of her voice could wake me up and make me crawl back to innocence. Like she thought I was still the girl she grew up with. But I wasn’t. Not anymore. Because I didn’t stop. I didn’t even flinch. I leaned forward, looked her dead in the eye, and licked the tip. Slow. Hot. Wet. Filthy. And the taste? It was still there. The taste of power. Of sin. Of the man who just fucked a baby into me. And I moaned. Out loud. Around the head of his cock. Like I didn’t even care who was watching. Because I didn’t. Because I wanted her to watch. I wanted her to watch every second of it and understand—deep in her jealous little chest—that this was mine. That he was mine. That his cock was mine. Because I wasn’t the girl sleeping on the guest mattress anymore. I wasn’t the friend borrowing her charger and pretending not to notice her dad staring at me over dinner. I was the one on my knees with spit on my chin and cum still drying between my thighs, begging to please him in front of her. And when I took him into my mouth again, slowly, like I was unwrapping the gift I prayed for since I was sixteen, I moaned like a girl in love with her addiction. Because that’s what it was. He was my addiction. My first. My last. My fucking ruin. The heat of him filled my mouth, thick and heavy on my tongue, and I didn’t stop. I didn’t care how loud I was. I didn’t care how ruined I looked. My mascara was probably a joke by now. My knees were probably bruising. My heart was definitely gone. But I didn’t stop. I bobbed my head slowly, then faster, one hand wrapped tight around the base of him while the other clawed into his thigh like I needed something to anchor me to this moment. Like if I didn’t hold onto him, I’d float away from how fucking good it felt to serve him. I could feel Kayla watching me. I could hear her little breaths, fast and panicked, like she was watching something out of a dream she never wanted to have. Like she couldn’t believe it. Like she couldn’t look away. Good. Let her choke on the truth. Let her realize I was never just the best friend. I was the fucking threat. I was the one who opened my mouth and took her father down my throat like I’d been trained for this. I was the one who gagged and moaned and kept going. I was the one who looked up at him through my lashes, tears in my eyes, and begged him without words to use my mouth until I tasted the proof of how much he needed me. And he did. He fucked my mouth like it was his. Slow at first. Then rougher. Then rougher. One hand fisted in my hair, yanking it back, and the other slid under my chin to hold my jaw open, to make sure I stayed right there. Eyes up. Lips stretched. Throat ready. “You like when she watches, don’t you?” he growled, his voice like gravel and heat and danger and everything I was addicted to. I tried to nod, but his grip was too tight. So I moaned instead. And he laughed. He fucking laughed. Fuck I loved that she was crying now. I loved that she didn’t understand how deep this went. I loved that the man who raised her was the one whose cock was hitting the back of my throat while her childhood shattered in real time. And when he finally grabbed my head with both hands and thrust deeper, harder, until I gagged and choked and tears streamed down my cheeks, I didn’t pull away. I gripped his thighs harder.~Maya~“Daddy,” I whispered, and it came out like a prayer—no, not a sweet little bedtime one, but a desperate, shaking, sinful kind of prayer. One that belonged in a church with the roof caving in. My throat was raw from begging. My lips were swollen from sucking. My whole body was wrecked, but I still said it again. “Please. I want her to see. I want her to see how I moan for you. How I cream for you. How I take it over and over until my legs stop working and I forget my fucking name. I want her to see what it means to be yours.” I heard it—the sound she made. Like a sob. Like the kind of noise someone makes when their whole reality just gets ripped in half. It was broken. Shaky. Crushed. And for a second, I almost felt something. Pity? Guilt? I don’t even know. But then he touched me again and all of it vanished. Because he didn’t speak. He didn’t warn me. He didn’t even look at her. He just grabbed me by the waist as his dick left my mouth. He grabbed me with those huge
~Maya~He said it with that voice. That voice. The one that made my bones lock and my stomach drop and my cunt ache like I was born for this. That deep, cold, calm, I-own-you voice. The voice that didn’t need to scream. Didn’t need to growl. Didn’t even need to whisper. Just a few quiet words, and my whole fucking body obeyed.He looked at me like I wasn’t even a person anymore. Like I wasn’t Kayla’s friend. Like I wasn’t a girl with a past or a future or a heart that used to beat for other people. He looked at me like I was a command he hadn’t finished giving. Like I was a toy that finally understood what it was. And the moment those words left his mouth, I dropped.Just like that.I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t think. My knees hit the floor with a soft, perfect thud that felt louder than a gunshot. And I didn’t care. I didn’t care that Kayla was still standing there. I didn’t care that her entire face was twisted in disbelief, or that her mouth was hanging open like she’d just seen G
“He recorded you,” she whispered. “He’s been recording you.”I froze.Like completely. My blood just stopped. Like my lungs didn’t know how to move anymore. Like every single part of my body turned to ice and heat at the same time, burning and freezing in the same breath. Because what the actual fuck? What did she just say? He what?“He’s been recording you.”That was what she said. And I didn’t need her to say it again because my brain was already spiraling, already connecting all the dots I’d been too naive, too blind, too stupid to see. He had been watching. From the beginning. From the first night I stayed over. From that moment I shut the guest room door and peeled off my bra and didn’t even realize the mirror was tilted. From the way I bent over in that tiny towel. From the way I danced around when I thought no one was looking. From that stupid night I slept without panties because my period cramps were too bad and I thought the sheets felt nice. He saw everything. He had ever
~Maya~I should’ve known.I should’ve known something was wrong the second I stepped into the hallway and saw her door open. Kayla never leaves her door open. Like, ever. Not even when she’s just brushing her hair or doing her makeup or scrolling TikTok on the floor like a little gremlin. She always closes it. Always. Which is exactly why my stomach dropped the second I saw it wide open—curtains drawn, light on, silence thick.And then?I saw my box.Not my box, like, cute gift box, oh my God happy birthday—no. I mean the box. The white plastic one with the two wrappers inside. The one that used to have my pregnancy tests in it. The one I had shoved under the sink in the guest bathroom and completely fucking forgotten about because I’ve been a hormonal mess for days and all I’ve been thinking about is Daddy’s cum and whether I’m going to get bigger and how soon I’ll start showing.Yeah.That box.It was on her bed.Open.Empty.Exposed.And Kayla?Kayla was standing beside it holding
He shoved me onto my back like I weighed nothing, knelt between my thighs, and hooked both hands under my knees until they were pressed to my chest and I was fully exposed—dripping, swollen, messy, soaking for him. And he didn’t say a word. He just lowered his mouth and fucking devoured me. Tongue out. Hands holding my thighs wide open. Breathing like a beast while he licked through the mess between my legs like it was the only thing that could keep him alive. And I screamed. Loud. Full-throated. No shame. No filter. Just raw, hot, unhinged pleasure tearing through my whole body. “Oh my God—Daddy—fuck—I’m gonna—” He didn’t stop. He growled. I swear he growled into my cunt, lips sealed around my clit, tongue flicking so fast my vision blurred and my toes curled and my body just snapped. I came. Hard. So hard I arched off the tile, my hands slamming into the floor, my voice cracking as I cried his name again and again, my thighs shaking like I was having a seizure and loving every
He cut me off with a kiss.Like—an actual kiss kiss. Not a forehead brush or a goodbye peck or one of those rough, filthy mouth-fucks he gave me when I was bent over and begging. No. This wasn’t that. This was slower. Deeper. Scarier. It was the kind of kiss you feel in your f**king chest. The kind that makes your whole body ache because it means more than it should. It meant something I wasn’t ready to say out loud but couldn’t stop feeling and God help me, I leaned into it like I’d been starving for it my entire life.His mouth crashed into mine, and everything just stopped.Every thought.Every panic.Every fear about the test sitting right there on the sink, still screaming you’re pregnant in pink plastic letters.It all vanished.Because his hand was gripping the back of my head like he couldn’t let go. Because his mouth was on mine with so much hunger and weight and claiming in it that I couldn’t even move. I didn’t breathe. I just melted. My whole body went soft against the til