Chapter 15: Ripped By My Roommate’s Dad(14)

“Take your fucking clothes off.”

His voice was deep and slow and sharp, like a command wrapped in velvet and soaked in sin. My body responded before my brain even caught up.

I peeled his shirt off my chest with shaking hands, letting it fall to the floor like it didn’t mean anything, like it wasn’t the shirt I’d stolen from him just to feel close.

I was bare now. Fully. Tits out. Pussy dripping. And I stood there, naked and trembling and soaked with him, while her eyes—Kayla’s fucking eyes—stared at me like I was something monstrous. Something sacred. Something destroyed.

And maybe I was.

Because I didn’t flinch. I didn’t hide. I didn’t cover myself up.

I was hypnotized, like he’d pulled me by the soul instead of his hands. He grabbed me by the waist, turned me around without a word, and threw me over his shoulder like I was weightless.

“Daddy—” I gasped, my voice breaking into a laugh and a moan at once as the blood rushed to my head and my legs dangled helplessly in the air. My pussy was right next to his face.

His hand slapped my ass hard—once, twice, like he was announcing me—and then he buried his face in my pussy.

I screamed.

His tongue violated me. Not gentle. Not teasing. He licked me like he was trying to taste everything he put inside me, like he was starving for me, like he wanted Kayla to hear what it sounded like when his tongue dragged through cream.

He shoved his face so deep between my legs I was shaking, screaming, writhing over his shoulder while he growled into my cunt and licked me open like an animal.

“Oh my god—Daddy—please—fuck—Kayla’s still watching,” I sobbed, hips bucking, hands grabbing at his back like it would save me. “She’s watching you eat me out. She’s fucking watching you devour me like dessert.”

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t fucking care.

He walked with me still on his shoulder, tongue buried in my pussy, until we reached the wall. And then he slammed me against it.

Back flat to the wall. Legs hanging off his shoulder. His face still buried in my cunt. My thighs were trembling, open, spread, and leaking into his mouth while I cried out and clawed at the wall like it would stop me from losing my mind.

He licked up. Down. Circled my clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucked it so hard I almost passed out. He was moaning into me like I was his addiction. Like he needed to taste every inch of what he’d bred. His spit mixed with my cum. It was dripping down his jaw. I looked down and saw his eyes open, staring up at me, and he didn’t blink once. He wanted me to see. He wanted Kayla to see.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, barely able to breathe, legs jerking against his shoulders. “Daddy—fuck—it’s too much. You’re gonna make me squirt. You’re gonna make me break.”

He growled, pulled me back from the wall, and tossed me in the air so fast I shrieked.

My legs wrapped around him automatically, my arms clutching his neck, and in one motion—one brutal, perfect motion—he grabbed beneath my thighs, slammed my back to the wall again, and thrust into me.

I screamed.

So loud it echoed. So loud I knew Kayla heard every bit of it.

He didn’t go slow.

He didn’t build up to it.

He was already inside me, already pounding, already rutting into my tight, slick, sobbing cunt like he’d been waiting years just to fuck me against this wall. My legs were wrapped around his waist. His hands were holding my thighs up like handles. His cock was destroying me, over and over, thrusting so deep the head hit my cervix and made me twitch with every stroke.

My head fell back, slamming into the wall.

My nipples were rubbing against his chest with every thrust.

My pussy was sucking him in like a greedy, dripping hole that never wanted to let go.

And Kayla—she was still there.

Still watching.

Still breaking.

Still seeing everything.

I looked at her through glassy, tear-filled eyes, and I smiled.

“You see this?” I moaned, my voice cracking into something desperate and ugly and so fucking loud it filled the whole room. My back slammed against the wall again and again with each thrust, and I swear I didn’t even care if the fucking plaster cracked. Daddy was inside me. Deep. Brutal. Fucking relentless. And I was soaking him like I was made to. “You see how full I am? How I take it? How I open my legs and let your daddy shove his cock so deep inside me I can’t even think straight anymore?”

Kayla didn’t answer.

She just stood there.

Frozen.

Eyes wide.

Mouth open.

Looking like her brain was glitching.

And I couldn’t stop.

I wouldn’t stop.

Because she needed to see. She needed to fucking feel this. I wanted to ruin her. Not just emotionally. Not just mentally. I wanted her to wake up every day and hear the sound of my pussy dripping while her father fucked me against the wall like I was his personal fucking cumdump.

“I’m not even on birth control,” I said, breathless, smiling now, my whole face flushed and wet from tears and sweat and maybe just the sheer overwhelming high of being bred like this. “You think this is just for fun? You think he’s just fucking me ‘cause I’m cute?”

I laughed, and it came out messy and mean.

“He’s already bred me, Kayla. His cum is still inside me from this morning. I woke up dripping down my thighs and begging for more. You should’ve seen me crawling across the bed with my pussy still twitching. And he gave it to me. Again. And again. And now? Now he’s doing it right here. On your wall. While you stand there and sob.”

She looked like she was going to puke.

Or scream.

Or punch something.

But all she did was shake.

Her hands. Her voice. Her eyes.

“Y-you’re sick,” she whispered, her voice cracking like it couldn’t handle the truth of what she was watching. “You’re… you’re fucking sick. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Everything,” I moaned, arching my back as Daddy slammed up into me so hard my mouth fell open and my body shook. “I’m fucking ruined. I’m Daddy’s now. I don’t even care about right or wrong. I just want more. I want to be full. I want to be his.”

She backed up.

One step. Two steps.

Her eyes were wild. Like she was watching a horror movie she couldn’t shut off.

“Fuck—I’m out of here,” she said, louder now, chest rising and falling like she’d just run a mile. “You’re both insane. I can’t fucking watch this. I can’t—”

And she turned.

Ran.

Bolted for the door like she couldn’t breathe anymore.

She slammed it behind her.

And the second it clicked shut—I screamed.