Chapter 16: Ripped By My Roommate’s Dad(16)

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.