Chapter 3: Ripped By My Roommates Dad(3)

My throat spasmed and my eyes watered, but holy fuck—I loved it. My cunt clenched so hard it hurt. My hands gripped his thighs.

I needed him to ruin me. I needed him to use me, fuck my mouth like it was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. He didn’t ease up.

He didn’t pause. He shoved in until his cock hit the back of my throat and held it there.

I gagged.

My mascara ran.

My nose was pressed to the base of him, his scent so thick and musky I could’ve drowned in it. My body squirmed but I didn’t pull away. I let him use me, let him fuck my mouth like he owned it, like he’d waited years to see me drooling around his cock.

“Look at you,” he hissed, watching me from above like a king watching his plaything suffer. “Eighteen years old and you suck cock like you’ve been doing it all your life. Fuck, baby. Look at this mess.”

Drool slipped from the corners of my lips, wetting my chest.

His cock was still inside me.

He pulled out just enough to let me breathe, and then slammed right back in.

I gasped.

Choked.

Moaned.

And fuck, I wanted more.

I wanted it deeper. Harder. I wanted to gag until I couldn’t breathe, until he came down my throat and made me thank him for the privilege.

He didn’t stop.

He used my mouth like it was his personal fucktoy, hips thrusting, hands gripping my skull, jaw tight with control as he fucked me like I was nothing but a teenage slut begging for her best friend’s dad to break her in.

And when he finally groaned?

When his cock twitched in my mouth?

When he yanked me down hard and spilled down my throat with a growl so rough it made my pussy gush all over again?

I swallowed.

All of it.

Every thick, hot drop.

And I fucking moaned.

Because I loved it.

I loved the taste of it, the feel of it, the way he didn’t let me up until he was empty, until he was spent, and even then—he didn’t look satisfied.

Not even close.

“You think I’m done with you?” he asked, dragging me up by my hair, my knees wobbling under me. “Get the fuck on the counter again.”

I blinked up at him, lips swollen, face drenched, pussy aching.

“Why?” I whispered.

He smirked again. That evil one. That Daddy one.

“Because I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you, kitten.”

A pause.

“Right here. Right now. And I’m not pulling out.”

He didn’t give me time to breathe.

Didn’t give me a chance to think.

One second I was on my knees, dazed and wrecked with his cum still hot in my throat, and the next thing I knew, he had me spun around, chest slammed against the cold marble countertop, my ass up, legs spread, pussy soaked and exposed like it had been waiting its whole fucking life for this moment.

“Fuck,” he growled behind me, one hand grabbing my hip so hard I whimpered, the other dragging between my legs to spread me wider. “Look at this pussy. Look how wet she is. You really want me to ruin it, don’t you, kitten?”

I couldn’t speak.

I could barely stand.

My face was flushed, breath catching in my chest, and my ass was already trembling in his grip. I nodded. God, I nodded so hard my vision blurred. I needed it. I needed to feel what it would be like to be taken like this—raw, rough, filthy—by a man twice my age who looked at me like I was nothing but his to use.

“I’ve never done this,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I looked at him through the mirror. “I’m a virgin, Daddy.”

His eyes snapped to mine.

Dark. Possessive. Fucking lethal.

“Not for long.”

And then—

He slammed into me.

I screamed.

My whole body arched back as his cock stretched me wide, too wide, too fucking much. I was dripping wet but it didn’t matter—he was massive. I felt every inch of him splitting me open, pressing past every wall I didn’t even know I had, pushing so deep I swore I saw stars. My nails scraped the marble. My thighs shook. My pussy clenched and clenched but it couldn’t stop him.

He didn’t slow down.

He didn’t pause.

He fucked me.

Like I was made for it.

Like my body had been created just to take his cock and learn how to fall apart from it. He grunted behind me, one hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me up so my back arched even more, tits bouncing with every thrust, my mouth open in a silent scream as he fucked me harder, deeper, until his hips were slamming against my ass with every filthy slap of skin on skin.

“Fuck, kitten,” he groaned into my ear. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight. Squeezing me like you were made for this cock. You feel that? You feel how deep I am?”

“Yes!” I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks as my pussy gushed all over him. “I feel it—I feel everything—Daddy, please, don’t stop, I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come—”

He grabbed my throat.

Held it tight from behind while he fucked me into the counter, fucking me so hard I saw my own tits bouncing in the mirror with every thrust. His voice was a growl, hot against my ear, brutal and breathless.

“Come on this cock, baby. Soak it. Let Daddy feel your cunt milk him while I ruin your little pussy forever.”

And I did.

I came so hard my vision went white.

My legs gave out. My mouth dropped open in a cry that wasn’t even human. My pussy spasmed around his cock like it didn’t want to let go, like it wanted to keep him buried inside forever. My whole body collapsed on the counter, sweat slicking my spine, cum dripping from me in hot, messy waves—and he didn’t stop.

He didn’t even fucking slow down.

“I told you I wasn’t pulling out,” he grunted, grabbing my hips and slamming into me over and over, chasing his own release, so deep I swore he was in my fucking soul. “I’m gonna fill you, kitten. Gonna breed this pussy, stretch her full of Daddy’s cum. Gonna fuck you every night until you’re mine.”

I cried out, completely broken.

And when he came?

When he shoved in to the base and roared my name like he was claiming me, thick, hot cum flooding my womb like it belonged there—

I didn’t want it to stop.

I wanted more.

Even as I lay there shaking, body wrecked, legs numb, mind melted—I whispered, through swollen lips and trembling moans—

“Again.”

Again.”