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We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

“Harder—Daddy—please—fuck me like you own me—use me—” He reached around my hip and found my clit with two rough fingers, rubbing tight, firm circles while he pounded into me from behind. “You like that? Like getting railed by the man who’s supposed to be looking out for you? Like knowing your roommate’s dad is balls-deep in the same tight little cunt he used to drive to soccer practice and parent-teacher conferences?”

His jaw hardened, the muscles in his neck looked strained. Richard touched his own neck, then chuckled softly while spreading jam on his bread. "The usual... this is the doing of your future stepmother, Than. Turns out your Daddy really couldn't hold himself back last night, huh. Daddy feels a bit regretful for being too rough on her," Richard said without any burden. *Thump.*

Just kept pounding into me through the orgasm until I was twitching and oversensitive, soft broken sounds spilling out of me without permission. “One more,” he ordered. “Give me one more and I’ll fill this used-up little hole again.” “I can’t—” “Yes you can.” He slapped my ass hard enough to sting, then gripped my hair and yanked my head back. “Come on Daddy’s cock or I’ll keep you here until you do.”

“Oh my God, daddy….fuck me harder daddy, my pussy is yours.…” His nails dig into my waist, he pushes me closer to his hard-on and begins jerking himself violently into my slick hungry cunt. Every sensible thought decides to take a vacation and leave me fucking helpless against him. He fucks me with a staggering pace. My pussy walls shudder. The sound of flesh slapping against each other mixes with the smell of sex. Justin thrusts faster into me, my legs threaten to give out beneath me. “Enjoying Daddy’s cock little whore?” Another cunt shattering thrust rumbles through my pussy, it leaks more juice. Tears streak past my cheeks. “I love your cock, Daddy, fuck m

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.

“You call me Daddy when this is on your tongue. Not Mr. anything. Not sir. Daddy. Same as the boys will when they’re in you. Understand.” “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled like I had passed something. He pushed into my mouth slow, teaching me the weight of him, while Holt and Vance each took a thigh and kept me spread. Reid stroked my hair out of my face with a tenderness that did not match the fact that his father was using my throat. “Good girl,” Daddy murmured, thrusting deeper. “Your husband did well picking you. Tight. Wet. Obedient once you stop pretending you didn’t want the hallway.”

Dylan stepped forward, his eyes burning with passion but yet begging for approval from his dad “If these aren’t just murders like you said, and it involves only teenagers? Then I’ll be damned if I let my own son crack that kind of shit with me. Get to school, and sit your ass in school till it’s time to come home you got me?” His fatherly tone could be heard as it sounded as commanding as possible “Yes dad” Dylan answered like his dreams had just been shattered, but Sheriff Hardin was being hard so he could protect him. He knows how inquisitive his son can be, he wouldn’t want him to get in trouble or be the next headline on the news

I say, without thinking, making him grunt, holding my thighs as he begins to pound harder, if even possible. "Say it again, baby. Call me daddy, again!" he says, making me bite my lip. When I don't say it, he slaps my ass hard, making me gasp as he continues to thrust deep inside me. "Say who's your daddy!" he says again as I feel another hard slap. "YOU, you're my daddy, baby, you," I say through a whimper as I stick my ass out more. His fingers dig into my thighs as he thrusts harder. "That's right. I'm your daddy. And you're mine, only mine, forever, got that?" he says as he thrusts faster. "Yes, yes, baby. Like that, harder daddy, harder." I say as my fing

"Uh!" He kept thrusting in and out spreading my legs wider. "Uh.." "You feel so good" He thrusted deeper. Harder. Deeper. Faster. He wrapped his hands with mine, giving me hard strokes. Oh God! "Fuck!" "East...." "Who's your daddy?" "Y....you" "Say it" "You" "Call me that" "Daddy" "Fuck!" He bring my legs up, placing them on his shoulders as he gave me hard and fast strokes.