Chapter 6: Ripped By My Roommate’s Dad(6)

~Maya~

I locked up around him, walls clenching, legs twitching, body grinding against him like I was trying to melt into his skin. My cum gushed down his cock. My cries cracked in the mirror. My vision blurred.

But he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“You’re not stopping,” he grunted, yanking me down harder. “You ride it through your orgasm. You ride it till you’re begging me to stop and then I’m gonna flip you over and f**k you on the glass until it breaks.”

And I nodded.

I f**king nodded, still crying, still moaning, still grinding my dripping cunt down onto him.

“Yes, Daddy,” I sobbed. “Use me. Please. Break me.”

My throat burned.

My nipples were raw from brushing against his chest, and my pussy felt like it had been struck by lightning. Everything was so sensitive, so slick and stretched and full that I couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore—I just knew I needed it. I needed more. I needed him to fuck me until my name meant nothing, until I forgot who I was, where I was, why I was even here.

My hands slapped the mirror behind him as I tried to keep moving. I was still riding him like he told me to, still letting that thick cock spear up into me with every bounce of my trembling thighs. I could feel the mess between us. My cum. His cum. Sweat. Spit. Shame.

It was everywhere.

“Good girl,” he growled, eyes locked on mine in the mirror. “That’s it. Fuck that cock, baby. Look how pretty you are when you cry for it.”

“I c-can’t,” I gasped, and it was the truth—I was shaking so bad I could barely stay upright.

He didn’t care.

“You can,” he snapped. “And you will. You begged for this. You begged Daddy to let you ride it. Now fucking ride it.”

I sobbed, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood, but I obeyed.

Because I was his.

Because I wanted to be.

Because this was everything I dreamed about when I touched myself under the covers and whispered his name into my pillow at night.

I slammed down onto him again, harder this time, and he growled so loud it vibrated through my chest.

And then—

He grabbed me.

Rough hands around my waist.

Lifted me off him like I weighed nothing and spun me toward the mirror.

Face first.

Cheek to glass.

Legs spread.

Pussy exposed and still twitching from the last orgasm.

“Now I’ll show you what happens when you ask to ride it,” he muttered, one hand dragging between my thighs to rub the slick mess dripping down my cunt. “I gave you a chance to be in control. You wasted it. Now Daddy’s gonna make you scream.”

And then he shoved inside.

I screamed.

No warning.

No teasing.

No prep.

Just one brutal, deep thrust that slammed me against the mirror and sent a loud, wet smack echoing through the bathroom. My tits hit the glass. My face fogged it up. My breath caught in my throat and my whole body jerked as he fucked into me like he was claiming me from the inside out.

“Oh fuck—oh my God—Daddy—!”

He didn’t slow down.

He didn’t let me breathe.

He gripped my hips and used me—slamming me into the glass over and over, cock so deep I couldn’t even stand straight. My pussy was raw. His cum from earlier was leaking down my thighs and being shoved right back in with every thrust. I was drenched. Begging. Writhing.

And I loved it.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at me?” he hissed in my ear. “The way you bite your lip when I walk into the room? You wanted this. You fucking wanted this, and now you’ve got it.”

“I—I did,” I sobbed. “I wanted it—I want more—I want you to ruin me—please—please ruin me—”

His hand closed around my throat again.

Not hard.

Just tight enough.

Just enough to remind me I wasn’t in control. That I was 18 and stupid and soaked and his.

“You belong to me now, kitten,” he growled, pounding into me even harder. “You understand? This pussy is mine. Your mouth is mine. That sweet little body? All fucking mine.”

And I came again.

Screaming.

Sobbing.

Clenching so hard around him I swear I saw stars explode behind my eyes. My legs gave out. My arms went limp. I was hanging from his grip, choking on my own moans, shaking against the mirror like a girl who’d just sold her soul and knew it was worth it.

He didn’t stop.

Even as I cried.

Even as I begged.

Even as I drooled down the glass and my nails scraped it, leaving marks in the steam.

He kept going.

He fucked me like he owned me.

And then—

He pulled out.

Spun me around.

Lifted me up by the thighs.

And shoved back in.

“I’m not finished,” he said, dragging my body down onto his cock. “Not until I come inside this tight little cunt again. Not until I fill you up so deep you’ll be leaking me for days.”

My head rolled back.

I couldn’t speak.

I could only whimper, lips swollen, pussy wrecked, legs limp, completely—completely—gone.

“Breed me,” I whispered, barely able to form the words. “Please, Daddy. Make me yours forever.”

And when he came—

Roaring my name—

Filling me so deep I felt it hit my womb—

I knew I was done.

Marked.

Claimed.

And f**king addicted.