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A broken cry tore from my lips as his tongue immediately began working me with devastating skill—flat, broad licks followed by tight, focused circles, then gentle suction that made my toes curl. He devoured me like a man starved, groaning deeply against my pussy as if my taste was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever experienced.Two thick fingers slid into me without warning, stretching me beautifully as they curled upward to stroke that perfect spot inside. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers working my soaked cunt filled the room, mixing with my helpless moans and whimpers.He ate me with relentless focus—licking, sucking, flicking, fucking me with his fingers faster and deeper. My hips bucked against his face, but he held me firmly in place with one powerful arm across my thighs, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.The orgasm built fast and brutal. My entire body tensed, muscles trembling as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core.“Killian—oh God, I’m—”I

Beyond shame, beyond any pretense of control, I gasped desperately, “Please, Killian. Fuck me. I need your cock so badly. Please fuck me hard—ruin me.”With a low, satisfied groan that vibrated through his chest, he gripped my hips with bruising force and thrust into me in one powerful, merciless stroke.The stretch was exquisite. Borderline painful in the most delicious way. He filled me completely, bottoming out against my cervix in a single brutal thrust that made my toes curl hard against the tiled floor and a loud, broken moan tear from my throat. The fullness was overwhelming—his cock so much bigger, so much thicker, hitting places inside me Joe had never even reached. I felt every thick vein, every ridge as my walls fluttered and clenched around the massive intrusion, trying to adjust to his size.He didn’t give me time to adjust.True to my filthy request, Killian started fucking me hard and deep right away. His hips snapped forward with punishing, relentless strokes, the loud

He rolled onto his back again, pulling me on top of him so I straddled his hips. His thick cock nestled between my soaked folds, the hot length sliding against my clit as I rocked against him.I positioned the fat head at my entrance and slowly sank down, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside me. The stretch was perfect, filling me so completely I felt him in my belly.“Fuck—yes,” I moaned, starting to ride him slowly at first, then faster, my hands braced on his muscular chest.Killian’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me, thrusting up to meet every downward stroke. His eyes stayed locked on my bouncing breasts, then on my face, watching every expression of pleasure as I fucked myself on his cock.“That’s it, ride your brother-in-law’s cock like the greedy slut you are,” he growled, one hand moving to rub my clit in tight circles. “Use me. Take what you need.”I rode him harder, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room again, my moans growing louder and more de

My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out of my chest the second Dad killed the engine in the very last row of the Drive-In. The neon marquee behind us flickered pink and blue across the windshield—Double Feature: Rebel Without a Cause & Giant—but all I could focus on was the way the truck’s leather seat creaked under us as he turned toward me in the dark. Mom was three states away at some corporate retreat until Sunday night, and this whole “father-daughter bonding night” had been his idea. Classic movies, greasy burgers, just the two of us under the stars. Innocent. Sweet.Except nothing about the way his eyes dragged over my bare legs felt innocent anymore.I was nineteen, home from my first year of college for spring break, and I’d spent the whole drive here telling myself the butterflies in my stomach were just excitement. Dad—Mark, my stepdad since I was fourteen—had always been the hot one. Tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of man who still turned heads at the grocery

I gasped sharply, walls clenching around the invasion. It didn’t hurt—there was no awkward jabbing or scraping. Just smooth, deliberate pressure as he curled his finger upward, searching, stroking a spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.“Fuck—Daddy!” The word tore out of me louder than I meant, and he chuckled darkly, adding a second finger before I could catch my breath.“That’s it, baby girl. Take Daddy’s fingers. Feel how wet you are? This pussy was made to be played with properly.”He pumped them slowly at first, scissoring gently to stretch me, all while his thumb kept working my clit in those maddening circles. The dual sensation was overwhelming in the best way. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, hotter and deeper than anything I’d ever felt from a guy my age. Every stroke hit that sensitive spot inside, sending jolts of ecstasy through me.“You’re so tight,” he groaned, lips brushing my ear again. “Gripping me like you don’t want to let go. Been saving this pretty cu