I screamed.
Not like a girl who was embarrassed. Not like a girl who was sorry. I screamed like a bitch in heat with no shame left, no thoughts left, no fucking oxygen left in her lungs because her pussy was spasming so hard around Daddy’s cock I felt like I was gonna black out from how fucking good it was. My back slammed harder into the wall. My legs wrapped tighter around him. My nails dragged down his shoulders as my body clenched and jerked like I was being electrocuted from the inside out. “Oh fuck—fuck—Daddy—I’m cumming,” I choked out, my voice high-pitched and cracking, tears flooding my eyes even though I was smiling like a fucking demon. “I can’t—shit—I can’t stop. I can’t even breathe. It’s still going—fuck—I’m still cumming, Daddy, I swear, it won’t stop.” And it didn’t. My whole body was shaking. My pussy was gushing around him, dripping all the way down his cock, down his thighs, making the floor beneath us wet with the sound of everything he’d done to me. And he didn’t stop. Not for one fucking second. He just gripped my thighs tighter—his hands bruising, claiming, locked around me like iron—and fucked me through it. Like he wanted me broken. Like he needed me cock-drunk and crying and ruined beyond recognition. I couldn’t even hold my head up. I just dropped it against the wall and moaned louder. Hot. Wet. Feral. The kind of moaning that makes your voice crack and your brain glitch and your clit pulse like it’s trying to scream too. “Oh my God, you’re gonna make me pass out,” I whined, babbling now, rambling like I always do when I’m too far gone to function. “My legs are dead. My pussy’s shaking. I think—I think I fucking squirted. Oh my God, Daddy, I fucking squirted, didn’t I? Did you see it? Did you feel it? It’s so wet I feel it on my ass. My thighs are dripping. I’m leaking all over you. This is sick. You’re fucking sick. You love this, don’t you?” He didn’t answer. He growled. Deep. Loud. Right in my ear. And then he slammed his cock deeper than before, and my scream cracked into a sob as I climbed again—straight into another orgasm before the first one had even finished. “Again? No—no—Daddy I can’t,” I gasped, clawing at his neck, my voice full of disbelief and dirty pleasure. “I’m cumming again. I’m cumming again and I didn’t even ask to. You didn’t let me down. You didn’t even slow down.” He didn’t. He fucking didn’t. His cock just kept fucking up into me, pounding, claiming, stretching, grinding so deep I could feel it in my fucking chest. I was crying now. Snotty. Shaking. Babbling nonsense. Legs trembling violently. Tits bouncing with every brutal thrust against the wall while he fucked me like I was a cum sleeve and he was trying to own every inch of me from the inside out. And I wanted him to. I wanted to be owned. I wanted to be used. I wanted to be filled up so good I couldn’t think about anything but his cock and his cum and the fact that Kayla saw everything. “Do it,” I gasped, mouth against his neck, biting him, licking him, begging him. “Breed me again, Daddy. I want it. I want to be full all over again. I want your cum dripping out of me while I lay on your bed with my legs open like your good little fucktoy. I want to fall asleep with it inside me. I want to wake up with your cock in my mouth and your baby in my belly.” He snapped. I felt it. Something in his growl. Something in his body. He slammed me into the wall one last time, grabbed my jaw, forced my head up until I was looking him in the eyes, and said the words that made me cum one more time before he even finished them. “You think I’m done with you, baby girl?” he growled, eyes black, breath hot on my lips, cock twitching inside me like it was about to explode. “I’m gonna fill you until it leaks down your thighs. I’m gonna fuck you until I see it bulging. Until I feel your womb swallow every drop.” And then he came. Hard. Hot. So fucking deep I felt it paint every inch of my insides like he was marking territory. And I— I blacked out for a second. I swear I did. “I can’t believe I made you cum like that,” I whispered, giggling through my ruined moans, wrapping my arms around his neck and nuzzling him like the messed-up little slut I was. “And with her watching? Daddy, that was so fucking dirty. I think I’m addicted. I think I wanna do it again. Everywhere. On every wall. Every surface. Even outside. I want the whole fucking world to see what it looks like when you fuck me full.” He chuckled darkly—low, breathless, wrecked—and kissed my jaw, his lips sticky with sweat and sex and me. And then he pulled his hips back just enough for his cock to slide partway out. I gasped. We both looked down. His cum spilled out of me. Thick. Warm. Creamy. It dripped down my thighs in slow, gloppy streaks that made me whimper, like my pussy was crying for him to fuck it back in. “Oh my god,” I moaned, burying my face in his neck. “It’s leaking. I can’t hold it. It’s so much, Daddy, you made such a mess inside me. Do you see it? I’m dripping your cum all over your fucking floor.” He looked. And growled. And kissed me so hard I couldn’t breathe.~Maya~It’s been three weeks since Kayla left. After she witnessed us having rough sex. She came back and packed her things. She just packed her things in cold, vicious silence, like I wasn’t even there, like she was trying to erase me from her life one sweatshirt at a time. She didn’t even look at me when she left. Just closed the door behind her like it wasn’t the same door I used to knock on before dragging her to class, like it wasn’t the door I used to fall asleep behind, thinking she was my best friend.She was. Until her dad made me his.And now?I don’t think about her.Not when his hands are between my legs before I’m even fully awake. Not when he makes me open my mouth at the breakfast table like a good girl so he can slide his cock past my lips while his coffee brews. Not when he orders for me at dinner, buys me clothes I’m not allowed to wear in public, fucks me in every room of this house until I forget what it was like to not smell like him. Not when he calls me his b
I screamed. Not like a girl who was embarrassed. Not like a girl who was sorry. I screamed like a bitch in heat with no shame left, no thoughts left, no fucking oxygen left in her lungs because her pussy was spasming so hard around Daddy’s cock I felt like I was gonna black out from how fucking good it was. My back slammed harder into the wall. My legs wrapped tighter around him. My nails dragged down his shoulders as my body clenched and jerked like I was being electrocuted from the inside out. “Oh fuck—fuck—Daddy—I’m cumming,” I choked out, my voice high-pitched and cracking, tears flooding my eyes even though I was smiling like a fucking demon. “I can’t—shit—I can’t stop. I can’t even breathe. It’s still going—fuck—I’m still cumming, Daddy, I swear, it won’t stop.” And it didn’t. My whole body was shaking. My pussy was gushing around him, dripping all the way down his cock, down his thighs, making the floor beneath us wet with the sound of everything he’d done to me. And he
“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
~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