All Chapters of MAKE ME SCREAM, DADDY: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“I don’t care,” I say, and I mean it as defiance but my voice comes out breathless because he’s close, so close his chest is almost touching mine, and I can feel the anger radiating off him like heat.“You don’t care.” He puts my phone in his back pocket. “Then you won’t care if I tell your mother.”“You wouldn’t.”“Try me.”We stare at each other. The washer churns. The dryer tumbles. His eyes are dark and furious and fixed on me with an intensity that makes my thighs press together.“Or,” he says, and the word hangs in the air between us. “You can apologize for being a stupid little slut who sends nudes to strangers. And we can handle this between us.”The word slut from his mouth does something to my body that I will never be able to explain to another human being. A full-body flush. A clench between my legs so violent my knees weaken. My nipples harden visibly under my tank top, no bra, because I never wear one in the house, which is probably another item on Dean’s list of grievan

“That’s it.” He pulls out. Strings of spit connect my lips to his cock. His hand on my throat tilts my face up. “Look at you. Drool on your tits. Tears on your cheeks. And your nipples are harder than when I started.” He slaps my right tit, then my left. Quick, sharp. “Your body is begging for more.”He’s right. My pussy is clenching around nothing, my clit throbbing, my underwear so soaked I can feel it dripping down my inner thighs. I’ve never been this aroused in my life, not from Jake’s texts, not from my vibrator, not from any of the fantasies I’ve crafted in the dark. This is real. His hand on my throat is real. His cock in my mouth was real. And the ache between my legs is demanding something I know I shouldn’t want.“Stand up,” he says.He lifts me by my throat. Not choking, using the grip as a handle, pulling me to my feet, then spinning me around and bending me over the folding table. My tits press against the cold surface. He yanks my shorts down, no ceremony, just a rough

He looks down at the mess I’ve made and something raw crosses his face. Want. Pure, undiluted want.“Beautiful,” he says, and the tenderness in it, surrounded by everything rough and degrading, makes my chest crack. Then it’s gone, replaced by that dark intensity, and he lines up and slams back inside me.The depth from this angle is devastating. My knees are by my ears and he’s driving straight down into me, his full weight behind every thrust, and the head of his cock is hitting the deepest part of my pussy with a pressure that makes me scream on every stroke.“Who does this pussy belong to?” He punctuates each word with a thrust.“You—”“Who.”“You, Uncle Dean, it’s yours, it’s yours—”He grabs my left nipple. Pinches. Twists. Pulls it toward him while he fucks me, the sharp pain radiating through my breast and down to my clit. Then he lowers his mouth and bites, teeth closing around my nipple, not gently, a real bite that makes me scream and arch off the table.He sucks the bitten

He pushes his tongue inside me. Deep, curling, and I can feel it, his tongue and his cum mixing inside me, and the obscenity of it makes my hips grind against his face.“You like knowing your uncle’s eating his own cum out of you,” he says against me. Not a question. “You like being this filthy.”“Yes, yes, please don’t stop—”He sucks my clit into his mouth. Gentle, wet pressure. His tongue flicks the tip, light, rapid, and one hand reaches up to roll my nipple while the other slides two fingers inside me, curling against my g-spot.“I want you to squirt on my face,” he says. “Push against my fingers. Let go.”His fingers curl faster. His mouth seals over my clit and sucks. His other hand pinches my nipple, hard, twisting, and the three points of stimulation converge.“Bear down,” he murmurs. “Push.”I push. The pressure builds, deep, heavy, that same rolling wave from before, and his fingers are relentless on my g-spot, pressing and releasing in rapid pulses, his mouth pulling on my

He slams into me in one brutal thrust.The stretch whites out my vision, thick, splitting, his cock filling me to the limit, the veined shaft dragging against my swollen walls, the head kissing my cervix with a sharp, bright pressure that straddles pain and perfection. He doesn’t pause. Doesn’t check in. Doesn’t give me a single second to adjust before he pulls back and drives in again.He fucks me like he already owns me.Hard, punishing strokes that make my body jolt forward against the ropes, my tits pressing into the mattress, my pussy making wet, sloppy sounds with every impact. His hips crack against my ass and the force shoves air out of my lungs in sharp gasps that turn into screams.“This cunt,” he groans. “Gripping me like a fist. Milking me already.” He angles deeper and hits my g-spot with devastating accuracy and I come — instantly, violently, squirting around his shaft, my walls convulsing in rhythmic spasms that make him grunt through clenched teeth.He doesn’t slow dow