I whispered it, but it sounded like I screamed it. Maybe because my body was still convulsing, still twitching, still leaking his cum and holding on to every inch of his cock like it was terrified he’d leave.
But he didn’t leave. Oh no. He laughed. That low, gravel-deep, sinful chuckle that made my nipples harden all over again and my cunt clench even though I was already wrecked beyond belief. It wasn’t a sweet laugh. It was the sound a man makes when he’s about to keep going. When he knows he’s already broken you and he’s still not satisfied. “You want more?” he said, his voice grinding against my spine like sandpaper, like it was dragging its fingers up the inside of my soul. “You think this pussy can take more after I just filled it up like that?” And the thing is—I didn’t even think. I just nodded. Hard. Like a fucking bobblehead on a car dashboard. My brain was jelly. My thighs were shaking. My face was smashed against the marble counter and I could barely breathe but I still nodded like I was begging him to rip me open even more. Because I was. Because I wanted it. Because I was 18 and stupid and soaking and had no self-control and apparently no shame either. “Please,” I begged. And I meant it. Every syllable. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me again. I can take it. I want to take it. I wanna feel it again, I wanna feel you ruin me again.” He didn’t say anything. Not at first. He just reached down between my thighs and dragged his fingers through the cum still dripping out of me like he was checking how much he’d already put in. Like he wanted to see if his mess was still warm. And then? He shoved those fingers into my mouth. And I sucked. God help me—I sucked my own cum off his fingers like a girl possessed. I moaned around them, slurped like a greedy little slut, tongue swirling around his knuckles like I was trying to prove something. Like I wanted him to see just how much I loved it. Just how far gone I was. “My filthy fucking kitten,” he growled. “You want Daddy to fuck this hole again even though you’re still leaking?” I nodded with my mouth full. Moaned around his fingers. Swallowed like the good girl I wasn’t. “Yes,” I gasped when he pulled his hand away. “Yes, yes, please—I want your cock. I want to feel it again. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care if I cry. I want it inside me, Daddy. Please. Please.” He grabbed me by the waist like he was done with talking and lifted me off the counter. Just lifted me. Like I was nothing. Like I didn’t weigh a thing. My legs dangled. My brain short-circuited. My mouth was still open and my eyes were still rolling and I was already dripping down my thighs when he carried me out of the bathroom and into the hallway. And I should’ve asked where we were going. I should’ve cared. But I didn’t. Because the second he kicked open the door to the master shower and pressed me against the cold glass, I knew. He wanted to fuck me against it. Still wet. Still stretched. Still full of him. And I was going to let him. The door slammed shut behind us. My back was against the glass. My hair was stuck to my face. My chest was heaving like I’d just run a marathon barefoot and naked through a thunderstorm and he didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath. “You want it again, baby?” he asked, voice like cracked leather and sin. “Then get on your knees. Again.” And I dropped so fast I swear I almost bruised them. My hands were shaking. Not cute, girly trembles. No. Full-on earthquake-level trembles. Like my whole body knew what was coming and still couldn’t handle it. My thighs were still wet—wet wet. Like dripping down the insides, messy, sloppy, glistening-wet. His cum was literally leaking from me and I didn’t even care. I wanted more. My whole body wanted more. My brain was screaming no, but my mouth? My mouth was open and begging. And my knees? They hit the cold tile like they f**king belonged there. I didn’t even look away.~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
~Maya~I should’ve known.I should’ve known something was wrong the second I stepped into the hallway and saw her door open. Kayla never leaves her door open. Like, ever. Not even when she’s just brushing her hair or doing her makeup or scrolling TikTok on the floor like a little gremlin. She always closes it. Always. Which is exactly why my stomach dropped the second I saw it wide open—curtains drawn, light on, silence thick.And then?I saw my box.Not my box, like, cute gift box, oh my God happy birthday—no. I mean the box. The white plastic one with the two wrappers inside. The one that used to have my pregnancy tests in it. The one I had shoved under the sink in the guest bathroom and completely fucking forgotten about because I’ve been a hormonal mess for days and all I’ve been thinking about is Daddy’s cum and whether I’m going to get bigger and how soon I’ll start showing.Yeah.That box.It was on her bed.Open.Empty.Exposed.And Kayla?Kayla was standing beside it holding
He shoved me onto my back like I weighed nothing, knelt between my thighs, and hooked both hands under my knees until they were pressed to my chest and I was fully exposed—dripping, swollen, messy, soaking for him. And he didn’t say a word. He just lowered his mouth and fucking devoured me. Tongue out. Hands holding my thighs wide open. Breathing like a beast while he licked through the mess between my legs like it was the only thing that could keep him alive. And I screamed. Loud. Full-throated. No shame. No filter. Just raw, hot, unhinged pleasure tearing through my whole body. “Oh my God—Daddy—fuck—I’m gonna—” He didn’t stop. He growled. I swear he growled into my cunt, lips sealed around my clit, tongue flicking so fast my vision blurred and my toes curled and my body just snapped. I came. Hard. So hard I arched off the tile, my hands slamming into the floor, my voice cracking as I cried his name again and again, my thighs shaking like I was having a seizure and loving every
He cut me off with a kiss.Like—an actual kiss kiss. Not a forehead brush or a goodbye peck or one of those rough, filthy mouth-fucks he gave me when I was bent over and begging. No. This wasn’t that. This was slower. Deeper. Scarier. It was the kind of kiss you feel in your f**king chest. The kind that makes your whole body ache because it means more than it should. It meant something I wasn’t ready to say out loud but couldn’t stop feeling and God help me, I leaned into it like I’d been starving for it my entire life.His mouth crashed into mine, and everything just stopped.Every thought.Every panic.Every fear about the test sitting right there on the sink, still screaming you’re pregnant in pink plastic letters.It all vanished.Because his hand was gripping the back of my head like he couldn’t let go. Because his mouth was on mine with so much hunger and weight and claiming in it that I couldn’t even move. I didn’t breathe. I just melted. My whole body went soft against the til