Chapter 2: Ripped By My Roommate’s Dad

“I want you to touch me,” I breathed. “I want you to do everything. Everything I shouldn’t let you do. Everything I’ve thought about. I want you to ruin me.”

He growled.

I swear to God he fucking growled.

And then he grabbed me — full hands on my ass — lifted me like I weighed nothing, and dropped me on the counter, spreading my legs with his knee and shoving his face straight between my thighs like he was starving for it.

And baby, that was just the beginning.

His tongue hit me like a lightning bolt.

I screamed. I swear I did. It wasn’t cute or quiet or girly. It was this feral, filthy sound that burst out of me the second his mouth found my cunt and latched on like it belonged to him. Like he’d been waiting forever to do this. Like my pussy was the last thing he’d taste before the world ended. His tongue didn’t just lick—it devoured. Rough and slow and deep, sliding up through my folds like he wanted to learn every part of me, memorize every twitch and tremble, every gasp I gave him, every clench of my thighs as my body arched off the fucking bathroom counter like it couldn’t decide whether to run or fucking stay forever.

“Fuck,” I cried, clawing at the marble edge behind me, my legs shaking as he spread them wider and shoved two thick fingers in without warning. “Oh my God—oh my fucking God, Daddy!”

Yes. I called him Daddy. It slipped out. I couldn’t help it. I was soaked and desperate and no part of me gave a single damn that this was my best friend’s father. All I could think about was the stretch, the ache, the way his tongue flicked against my clit with perfect rhythm like he’d studied my body in his dreams, like he’d fantasized about this as much as I had.

He didn’t respond with words.

He groaned.

That deep, rough, animal noise that rumbled right against my pussy and made my back slam into the mirror with a cry. I was shaking. Panting. So fucking close to exploding I could feel it in my spine. His fingers pumped in and out of me so fast, so wet, so fucking perfect, and his mouth never left my clit. I was squirming, grinding against his face like I was trying to ride it, like I needed him deeper, harder, rougher, even though I already knew I wasn’t gonna survive this.

“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close, I swear I’m—fuck, fuck—”

My body locked up. My thighs clamped around his head, and I screamed again, but this time it was broken, ruined, full of something raw and cracked and so goddamn filthy I couldn’t even believe it came from me.

I came.

Hard.

Like… seeing-stars, choking-on-my-own-breath, crying-because-it-hurt-and-felt-so-good kind of hard. My pussy clenched around his fingers and gushed all over his mouth, and he didn’t stop. He growled again, deeper this time, grabbing my hips and dragging me down the counter so he could fuck me with his tongue while I was still shaking from the high.

I couldn’t even speak.

I couldn’t think.

I was wrecked.

And he was still going.

“Look at that,” he murmured against me, licking up every drop like he wanted to keep it. “Fucking soaking the counter for me. Dripping like your cunt was begging for Daddy’s tongue. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, kitten?”

I moaned. Whimpered. Nodded so hard my vision blurred. I didn’t even care anymore.

“Yes, yes, fuck—please, I want more.”

“You’ll get more,” he promised. “I’m not done with you. I’m not even close.”

And just like that, he stood up, mouth glistening with my cum, eyes dark and wild, that towel finally falling from his hips—and holy fucking shit.

That was not a cock.

That was a weapon.

Thick. Hard. Veined. Leaking at the tip like it was angry and ready and fucking starved. My breath caught in my throat. My legs dropped open wider. I was still trembling from the orgasm, but I didn’t care. I wanted more. I wanted all of it. I wanted to feel what it would be like to take that massive cock inside me and never be the same again.

“On your knees,” he ordered. “Let’s see what that pretty little mouth can do.”

And baby, you already know—

I fucking obeyed.

I dropped.

Literally fell to my knees like my legs weren’t mine anymore. Like the second he said it, they gave up and melted because fuck, I’d never moved so fast in my life. The cold tile stung under me, but I didn’t even feel it. All I could see was him. Maddox. Mr. Maddox. Daddy. Towering above me with that monster cock in his hand, thick and dripping and so damn big I swear I almost cried.

“I—” I choked, licking my lips, eyes wide as I stared up at it like it was the sun and I’d been kept in the dark my whole life. “I don’t even think it’ll fit in my mouth…”

He smirked.

That filthy, cocky smirk that made my clit throb all over again.

“You’ll try,” he said, wrapping one hand in my hair and jerking my head back so hard my spine arched. “Open, kitten. Let Daddy fuck that smart little mouth.”

I did.

God, I did.

My lips parted on instinct, tongue flicking out before I could stop it, and he pushed in. Slowly at first. Just the tip. Just enough to make me taste the salt of his skin, the warm pre-cum that smeared across my tongue like it belonged there. My mouth stretched so wide I whimpered. My jaw ached already, but I didn’t pull back.

I took more.

Deeper.

Letting it fill my mouth, slide over my tongue, press into my throat until I gagged—but still didn’t stop.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair, hips rolling forward just a little. “Take it. Don’t run from it, baby. You wanted this, didn’t you? Walking around dripping wet in my house, staring at my cock every time I turned my back. You wanted me to catch you.”

I moaned around him.

The vibrations made his eyes darken.

He shoved deeper.

I choked.