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This is the first time I'm feeling my heart race this fast. I have been dreaming of this particular moment ever since I laid eyes on this man hovering over me. The frame of this man eclipsed over me, shading me in darkness as the light faded behind him. But I could still make out his strong features and I was drooling all over him every single second. His godly face, his salt-and-pepper hairstyle, his prickly beard, his tight biceps, his glistening clean shaven chest, his deep voice, his piercing gaze, the hunger of a beast - everything was directed towards me - the vulnerable damsel, exposed completely beneath him and reveling in his warmth. My hands covered my chest in shame, my nipples perked up and I had my legs crossed to hide the building wetness of my sex. How the fuck did I get here?
It all started when I was a 10-year old girl. I was getting ready for school when I heard screams coming from my mom's bedroom. I ran over there, but I froze in shock upon witnessing the incident. I peered through the small opening in her bedroom door, and saw her perched on top of a topless man I have never seen before. She was jumping up and down on him, her breasts flopping with her rhythm. Her climax kept building and she let out her final scream and slumped forward to meet that man's lips with a kiss. She spoke to him in a hushed voice amid her heavy pants, "My husband was never this good."
And the worst part? I had just lost my dad a few months ago due to suicide. I heard the neighbours say that my mom caught my dad red-handed cheating on her, and hence he did it out of shame. I also heard that mom and dad were not on best terms within closed doors, and this all happened due to some terrible misunderstanding. I didn't know which version to believe. I wasn't even aware of these things happening right under my nose as my innocence blinded me. I don't know what changed after his death, but my mom was least bothered to care about me. She brought random men home and told me there were here for some important reason, and I understood the reason when I peered through her door. I lost my innocence that day, and I found myself searching for an high between my thighs. Somehow my underwear was soaked watching my mom like that.
But you know what they say? There will always be a guiding light even during times of turmoil. That was him. The man of my dreams, the father of my best friend, who was also my neighbour. I had to drop out of school since my mom couldn't afford my schooling and I found myself turning up at her doorstep on a regular basis. Her dad was so kind to me, basically home schooling me with his daughter's schoolbooks from the previous year. I didn't pay much attention to him at this age, but I just know he was always around and happy to help.
As for his daughter, she was my gateway to reality. Over the next few years, she slowly introduced me to the world of a lot of things, starting from music bands to online shopping and of course... the porn. I instantly remembered the wet patch on my panties during the incident with mom. She assured me that it's normal and what do I need to do when I have that urge. I wish she had told me all those years ago when we hit it off as friends, but oh boy did I make great use of it. I would find myself constantly rubbing my clit and squirting all over the floor and making a mess of myself, but it felt so good. With the kind of porn content I consumed along with her, my mind had started racing with all the depraved and disgusting thoughts girl my age should never think of. I kept chasing the high of more disgusting porn to alleviate the need in my pussy. I just couldn't ignore the pooling wetness.
She also helped me navigate my first period. I had some idea about it from her as she had got her first period just the year before, but she did not prepare me for this. God I remember I was in so much pain that day, and I just fell to the floor clutching my stomach in pain. It started off as nothing, a small tingle in my tummy to ever seething pain the more the time went on. What I expected to be a wet patch of needy juices on my pussy turned out to be a red patch of pure terror. I remember her dad barging into his daughter's room and giving me some painkillers to ease the pain, a hot bag to keep around the stomach and a sanitary napkin to wear between my thighs. Oh god, was he the perfect adult. He made me understand that all girls around this age get periods to prepare girls for child-bearing. But I wasn't ready to hear the next sentence. I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS PAIN EVERY MONTH?
That whole year after I got my first period I was a hormonal mess. She told me to expect all this, but it still hit me like a truck and it happened like clockwork. It was either full rage, terrible loneliness, or ovulation, and always intense cramps and horrible blood flow. There was no in between. I never wanted to get rid of something from my body this badly. And the fact that men just have a dangling stick and don't have to go through this every month was like a tight slap to me. But he was an exception to the rule. He was always an exception, and god made him perfect.
Cut back to reality, and I'm greeted with a kiss from him on my cheeks. It wasn't just one kiss, it was a flurry of them starting from my cheeks to my forehead, which turned into hickeys down my neck. He came close to me and whispered in his manly voice, "Bare yourself for me." I felt a shiver run down my entire body and I just wanted to submit to his commands immediately. I let go of my hands and gave him the full view of my young breasts and spread my legs to give him access to my pussy. I can hear him breathing heavily, and staring into my soul as if he is going to devour me, and the truth is - I'll let him. When did I let him invade my thoughts and dreams?
It all started on my 18th birthday. They both insisted that they get a cake to celebrate. It was the best birthday I ever had. As soon as I cut the cake, she rubbed the cake all over my face. I chased her in rage throughout the house but I couldn't catch her. I just banged straight into him, messing his shirt up with my face cake. He leaned down a bit to get to my eye level, took out his handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped everything off my face. That's when I felt the butterflies in my stomach, and I wish I felt this every month than the dreaded period cramps.
After the cake incident, he disappeared into his room to change, and I told myself I was only going to wash my hands when I passed the laundry basket near the hallway. He had discarded his shirt there, crumpled badly on top, still carrying smears of cream from where I had crashed into him. As soon as I saw it, I wanted to help him somehow. I felt guilty of ruining his shirt. I also may have felt the leftover rush from the way he had knelt in front of me. I picked up the shirt and pressed it closer to my body. Beneath the smell of cake was the smell of him. It was stronger, masculine and it was addicting. As I opened my eyes, the shame hit me so hard. I then cleaned it with my hands for him, and he appreciated my gesture, and it got my heart racing so fast.
I would also notice how tired he looked when he thought no one was watching. He would sit at the dining table late at night with unpaid bills and his laptop browsing something related to work with a hot cup of coffee beside him. I could sense his nervousness, but he never complained, never used his sadness to ask for pity. It was his mannerisms and his outlook on life and his unwavering patience that slowly made me ache for him. I wanted to be the person who walked up behind him and took some of that weight away, even though I had no idea how.
Sometimes he helped me study too. I would always look forward to these sessions. I would pretend like I couldn't understand anything, and sometimes I genuinely don't. But he would never made me feel stupid for not knowing things. He would explain the same chapter twice, three times, as I sat there pretending to focus on the words and not on his deep manly voice. When I got something right, he only gave a small nod, maybe the faintest smile, and it felt better than praise. It made me want to earn more of those tiny approvals, and take every opportunity to be beside him.
And then the other day, I got my moment. I caught him talking to my mom. More like fighting with my mom. I ran to my house, keeping my distance to hear them talk. My mom was screaming on the top of her lungs as if she really cared about me, and this gentleman was trying to defend me.
"Do you like them young?" I heard my mom asking.
"Mam, you have the wrong impression."
"Oh do I? Let me guess, you killed your wife in a car accident, whored out your daughter, and now you want mine? You are a sick freak."
"I'm trying to be polite here, but you are making it very hard for me." I could feel him restraining himself.
"Or else what? You gonna kill me too?"
HE FUCKING LOST IT. "Oh shit!" I muttered to myself. I had to get in between them before it got nasty.
He quickly closed the gap between himself and my mom and he held her by the collar.
"One more wrong word, and I might just have to."
I rushed in and screamed on top of my lungs. "STOP IT!!! BOTH OF YOU!!"
He let go of my mom and turns back to leave.
"Here she comes," my mom started, "the underage whore. Don't tell me you spread your legs to him already."
He tried to come in between me so I couldn't see her face clearly.
"I'm not like you mom. And all you have ever done for me is FUCKING make my life miserable, and thanks for that."
"Why you ungrateful little bitch," she raised her voice and charged to slap me.
"That's enough!" He intervened. "Come on, let's go."
"Yeah go with him. Suck out his cum and have his babies, you bitch. Never show your face here!"
And that was it. Me and him left my house and never turned back. As we got back to his house, I asked him what I overheard my mom saying.
"Did you kill your own wife?"
"Were you listening the entire time?" He snapped.
"All I wanna know - is it true?"
"Nooooo! Why would I do such a thing? Your mom was trying to get under my nerves."
"Then, what happened to your wife?"
"Labour pain. We were about to have a baby boy. I was in a hurry to rush my wife to the hospital in my car. On the way, the tire burst - I skid and crashed into oncoming traffic. I lost both their lives that day. It was supposed to be me."
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry to hear that." I was shocked and didn't know what to tell him to make him feel better. I just hugged him. "Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have done anything."
He just nodded and reciprocated the hug. There was an awkward pause. "Also I'm sorry to rush your mom like that. It was unprofessional."
I was thinking how warm he was. He let go of the hug after a few seconds. "It's fine. She wasn't acting much like my mother anyway." I couldn't get over the fact he let go of the hug so easily. I wanted more of that warmth. I wanted to crawl into his skin. "And for the record, I always wanted to see that happen. And you looked so badass doing it."
"Oh stop it. It was still wrong of me."
"Why did you go to her in the first place?" I asked.
"I heard from the neighbours that she keeps looking for you. She went to a random house drunk and threatened to go to the police if they didn't hand her daughter over. So I went to sort things up."
"You honestly didn't have to do that. It's probably the alcohol that made her go searching for me. She hasn't cared for me ever since dad died. I think if anyone wanted to kill their significant other, it was her and not you."
"She is still your mom, you know?" He said looking at me. "And if I didn't go, I would be labelled something lot worse and I couldn't live with that."
"A child predator?" He chuckled and paused. "I mean, your mom was already insinuating me as one."
"Do you?" I asked. "Like your women young?"
"What are you talk---," he paused in his tracks as he turned to face me.
"Do you like me?" As I asked the question, my mind was telling me 'WHAT THE FUCK?' and my heart was beating faster than ever, and my mouth blurted those words faster than the speed of light. I don't know what came over me, but I didn't want this conversation to end. Everything about this man was bringing out my darkest desires out of the water. The way he was so polite and calm, a raging beast when he gets angry, his passionate responses. I realized this is the first time I have held an honest conversation with him until now. I was looking at him with lust, and somehow the most comfortable floral dress I was wearing started to feel uncomfortable and the strap slipped off my shoulder without my knowledge. Maybe I was ovulating, and the fact that his daughter had gone to some event and I was alone with him in his big house just pushed me to the edge. I think also him looking out for me with my mom did something to me.
Cut back to reality, and this was the moment. My heart was beating so fast as he stared into my soul like that. I took a gulp and sweat formed on my forehead in anticipation of what he was about to do to me. I was excited and terrified at the same time, but it was turning me on the most.
He brushed his beard against the valley of my breasts and gently sucked on one of my nipples and I instinctively held on to him, ruffling his hair. I felt like I was on a rollercoaster with my stomach churning with each of his sudden movements. I was so inexperienced, that I was feeling the euphoria every second. He alternated sucking between my already sensitive nipples, and I was letting my moans get the better of me.
He attacked my neck in a frenzy, groaning and cooing against my ear as I left a trail of hickeys, marking me. Taking me as his own. The ache between my thighs was heavy, and with him pressing me down with his entire body, I was like a volcano ready to erupt. I could see the bulge down his underwear, poking at my belly, begging me to let it out - but I was just feeling too good to act on it.
He trailed kisses and hickeys down my body, licking between my cute breasts and marking me all over my stomach. He took his finger and gently started to rub my clit, and I already wanted to squirt all over him. I whimpered and moaned against him, dragging my nails down his back from how good he felt. I could inhale his manly cologne and I hated how many woman got to be intimate with this handsome hunk. His fingers played with my clit, giving me no time to breathe. He pushed a finger in, and I think I just got even more wet instantly as he did that. He started to push it in deeper, while still stimulating my clit. I was such a virgin that my pussy was tightening around his finger. I imagined taking his girthy cock down there, and my head was spinning thinking if it would even fit. I was getting delirious anticipating the sweet pain he was gonna give me.
He was so sweet through all of it, so patient that it almost made my chest ache. Every time I got shy or overwhelmed, he slowed down just enough to bring me back to him, brushing my hair away from my face and making me meet his gaze. “I’m here for you, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice rough but gentle. “Keep looking at me. You’re doing so well.” He never made me feel foolish for being inexperienced and he guided me very carefully, encouraging me to explore him, to touch him, to take him in and discover what made me so obsessed with him that made my body tremble to his words and actions. “That’s it,” he whispered whenever I found a little more courage, rewarding me with soft kisses and that deep, approving look that made my stomach twist. “Take your time. There’s no rush. I want you here with me.” And somehow, beneath all the heat and the shameful sounds escaping me, it was his tenderness that made me fall apart the most - the way he made me feel safe enough to want, safe enough to be curious, safe enough to be completely seen.
I clenched my legs around his waist to pull him closer and I kissed all over his face as I just couldn't get enough of him. I have never felt this way for anyone, and I don't think I ever will. My heart was beating out of my chest, but I was more focused on devouring his manly lips to the point of biting his lower lip and drawing a bit of blood. I groaned against him, and I wanted all of him. The ache in my pussy kept growing as his fingers tortured me, building up into an orgasm before he could even unleash his true potential. I wanted to give him the best experience that the other women in his life couldn't. I wanted to be his pretty little slut, and I wanted him to unravel of my layers until I was a silly mess of emotions, and heavily decorated for him in his liquid cum.
He pushed another finger in my pussy and I instantly squirmed, getting me off the edge every time he did something new to my body. The count of his fingers violating my pussy was now 3. And my pussy was making wet noises and I was so embarrassed and flustered that I was able to hear it. To hide my own embarrassment, I started trailing kisses down his muscular chest, leaving a bloody trail from the kiss earlier. I was feeling butterflies in my stomach for every small moan I could extract from him.
His bulge was straining in his underwear and I couldn't help but pull it down. I was amazed when I saw his thick girth and huge length. He had a bulbous tip, which was oozing a small amount of white gooey liquid - which I assume was his cum. His daughter explained it to me that men have this, but this is the first time I'm witnessing it. She also told me that it tastes really good and men like it when girls stroke it. "Can I touch it?" I asked hesitantly, but he just grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I could feel its thickness in my hand, and it also had a few thick veins on it. As I stroked it gently, his cum dripped on to my stomach and he groaned a little, letting me know he likes it. The more I stroked, the more seemed to come out.
A few gentle strokes in, I found myself sucking on his tip and tasting the dripping cum oozing out of it. I tried to take him entirely down my throat, but then I would gag immediately, pull out and gasp for air. But the cum tasted so good, that I came back for more. He was guiding me gently, as he firmly gripped my hair and set the pace for me to be his good little slut. He instructed me to open my mouth wide as he thrust down my throat himself, and I just have to hold my breath for as long as possible. It was hard for the few times, but slowly I got the hang of it. Once he let go of my hair, he tried again and this time I was surprised at how deep I was able to take him.
I pushed him back a little bit, and started to do it on my own terms, stroking the length back and forth, placing kisses along his length and slowly taking it all the way down my throat and knowing from the wet patch on his dick how much progress I have made. He also took one of my hands to his balls and asked me to massage them gently. I could feel his balls roll around as I playfully fumbled with them. I perched between his thighs and sucked one of his balls into my mouth, slowly alternating each side. He held on to the bed frame, and let me take my own sweet time pleasuring him, and I wanted to give him my all and more.
All of this was happening while he was still torturing my cunt 3 fingers deep. He took his hands out of my pussy to his mouth and sucks his fingers to taste my wetness, and seeing it turned me on even more. I immediately re-inserted his fingers, and this time he decided to be merciless. His middle and ring finger curled inside and reached upwards towards my pelvic bone and pushed in slightly. I shrieked in pleasure when his fingers found the sweet spot, and having access to that information made him a beast. He moved his entire arm in and out and as fast as he could while all I could do was hold on to his arm. I was going bonkers with each thrust and the pleasure was so good, and my orgasm was peaking. And without realizing, I had squirted all over the mattress, screaming so hard into his chest that he had to put his other hand over my mouth to shut me up. My pussy was pulsating after that insane squirt, and somehow got it all over his calloused male hands, and he just stood there unfazed, and just nonchalantly licking my liquid embarrassment from his hands. God he is so dirty.
"My love," he ordered, holding intense eye contact with my soul. "I can't hold it in anymore. I need to have you."
"What can I do for you, daddy?" I blurted out. I don't know where it came from, but I called him that and I didn't know he felt about it.
"Just lay back, and let daddy take you." He said in his deep voice.
I obeyed his exact command, leaning back against the headboard and giving him access to my lower body. He took my hands and he tied them together and then tied it behind the pole, restricting my movement. The rope was so tight it was ripping into my skin. "Just trust me," he said reassuringly. Since I had lubed up his dick nicely, his length was still glistening with my saliva. He perched between my thighs and slapped his thick dick on my clit a few times, and took some spit and shoved his hands back into my pussy and he just rubbed his saliva all over my entrance to act as a lube. He was preparing me for his length, but still my heart was beating so hard that it could combust anytime. He pushed his hand against my mouth again, and pushed gently into my entrance. I think I bit his hand as he did it because it hurt so bad being my first time, but I was in a state of both pleasure and pain. He made sure to suck out all the sound from my mouth, but still some of the muffled screams came through.
And then he started to move, all where staring to my eyes like a tiger eating its prey. It hurt the first few times, but god it started to feel so good as he kept thrusting and going deeper with every thrust. I had to close my eyes a few times in embarrassment, but he held my chin and make sure to be gentle and asked me to make eye contact with him. Soon enough, he was so deep in me that I could feel his balls hitting my entrance. I could feel my wetness building, clenching around his cock and unable to do anything about it due to my restraints.
"God your pussy is so fucking tight!" He said, and I could see the smile in his face. "Am I your first?"
I could almost die in shame when he asked me that, while he was rutting in me like a mad man. I gave him a faint nod, and that somehow made it worse for me. I wasn't aware that a man could even penetrate this deep and this fast. He was splitting open my insides the moment I gave him the nod. Amidst a flurry of his intimate and slow thrusts, he broke through my hymen. The pain broke me so hard that I was clutching against him when that happened. He held on to my hips and thrust into me as if he was about to get me pregnant. My spiralled into thinking how I'll look pregnant for him. And knowing him, scenarios of him taking care of me at every step and ensuring I eat on time, got me feeling giddy so fast. He started to grunt into me so fast and hard and deep and he screamed "I'm cumming," and he shot his load deep into my cervix and I could feel it gushing out of his cock and i felt the instant euphoria. He came up to me to kiss me, as his cock stayed inside me.
As he pulled out his cock, my virgin blood and the cum he put inside me dripped onto the bedsheets, mixing into one another and making it even more of a mess from the squirt session. I was sweating profusely and I have just gotten violated by the man of my dreams. Even though he had just cum inside me, he was being so gentle about, encouraging me throughout.
But I thought he was done with me, but he was just getting started. He flipped me on my back, the rope ripped into my skin a little when I turned. My ass was on full display to him and I was kneeling for him facing the wall. From this angle, I couldn't guess what he would do to me, and it was exhilarating. He went between my thighs and his soft tongue hit my pussy, instantly melting me. He licked his own dripping cum off my pussy and licked it all over my thighs as if to show me how much he had cum. It felt so filthy seeing him wrap me in a mixture of his saliva and cum but oh god was it hot. He nibbed at my clit, giving it a few kitty licks, traumatizing my most sensitive spot for his own amusement.
He then did something I was not expecting at all. He spit on my asshole and pushed his finger in and spread his lube all over my asshole. He then pushed his tongue inside, swirling it in circles until he was sure that it would be enough lube for him. My pussy was already sore from the first round, but this turned out to be even more extreme. He pushed his big girthy cock into my asshole, stretching it out just like my pussy, and went to work immediately. He gripped into my hips, steadied himself against my ear as he kept grunting into it and whispering dirty things into my ear as he kept going, and my cheeks were flushed and I couldn't concentrate giving the only thing i could see was the fucking wall, and the only thing I could feel is overwhelming sense of pleasure from his cock pushing into my anus. He yanked me back using his hair and kissed me with his filthy tongue and took my tongue out to spit inside my throat.
He alternated between my ass and pussy, making me even more impressed how his mind kept shifting from one position to another so quickly. I couldn't keep up with him. I was moaning like a disgusting bitch, and he had full control over my body, like I was just a ragdoll for him. I felt my own orgasm build up, and without me realising it, I creamed all over his dick.
He then freed me from the misery of being tied up and pulled me on to his lap and now I could look at his sweaty hot face and wanted to lick up all the sweat off him. But he still had other plans for me. He slapped his creamy dick against my clit, wrapping my legs behind his waist and pushing his dick inside my now spread out pussy for a third time. Every first time feels like the literal first time cuz that's how good it feels. I held on to him tightly as he gripped my ass and pushed it down on to his length, using my entire weight to ride me on him. I was convulsing and clenching against his body with each thrust, and it felt so good in this position cuz I could feel him yearning for me, and I could feel his breath on my face. I squealed with every thrust, and the feeling was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I was a bruised, sweaty hot mess leaking his hot cum literally on his body connected to him as one single entity.
He then proceeded to use me in a myriad of different sex positions which I didn't even know were possible. First came the sixty-nine. He kept lapping up my cum filled pussy like a kitten and I was jerking and sucking on his big dick, now an expert on taking him so deep down my throat from his previous guidance. Then it was reverse cowgirl. He made me face the mirror and made me ride him and he watched me come undone for him through the reflection in the mirror, my hips straddling his manhood as I rotated my hips in a slow motion. He would suddenly yank me back using my hair so that my arch was that much defined. He then pushed me into a mating press, hoisting my legs over his shoulder, making me hold on to him for dear life as he made my legs shudder from the sheer force of his thrusts. But his eyes locked into mine, making sure I was always in the moment, not feeling any pain and changing up the pace of his thrusts just to make me accustomed to his length and his methods. I don't think I have ever enjoyed being fucked by a man like him, even though this is my first time. I didn't even realize how much time had passed during all of this.
I think what came after was the sweetest moment of my life. He lifted me up in his arms and carried me naked to his shower. I tried to act like I could walk, but my legs were not agreeing with me at all, and he noticed it immediately. He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the shower.
"Easy," he said, holding me closer. "I’m here."
He turned on the hot water faucet and checked it with his hand first. Then he made me get into the hot tub slowly, like even the water was something he had to protect me from. I was embarrassed and wanted to clean up myself, but he was insistent.
"I can do it," I said, reaching for the cloth.
"I know." He moved my hand away. "Let me."
And I don’t know why that made me feel so shy, now all of a sudden. He was not teasing me now. He just started washing me. My shoulders first, then my arms, then my stomach. He was slow with it, and every time I winced a little, he stopped and looked at me.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
I looked into his eyes deeply. "No, you didn't. In fact I wanted you to."
"I’m definitely sore. But you didn't hurt me enough, don't worry."
He went back to washing me. I just sat there in the warm water and let him take care of me. His hands were still calloused and strong, but now they were careful. I think that was what got to me the most. The same man who had made me lose my mind was now cleaning me like I was something precious. He massaged every part of my body, and my entire body was on fire, and I felt the urge to fuck him all over again.
"You know you asked me if I like them young, right?" he asked as he ran his hands around my shoulders, giving me a gentle massage. I gave him a faint nod because his hands felt so good. "I think it’s just you."
My heart started beating fast again. He paused for a second and kissed the side of my head.
"I think somewhere along the way, I started wanting you," he said. "Definitely after you came of age though."
"Ohhh really?" I asked, feeling so giddy even though my whole body was tired. "I guess I have always wanted you. At least ever since your daughter taught me, told me in fact, about these things. About men. It all materialized during my 18th birthday and intensified further when I saw you squaring off with my mother."
His face changed a little when I mentioned my mother. Not angry exactly, but close.
"I would have done it for you any day," he said. "Don't worry about it now. It's all over, and your mom wouldn't trouble you anymore."
I cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer to me. I gave him a good kiss. "You are the best, and I'm happy to have given you my virginity."
I took a pause and continued. "I never thought I would get to do this. To experience all this with you. I really enjoyed it. And this gesture, oh my go ---"
He stopped me midway, but not the way I expected. He did not tease me. He just placed his hand on my cheek and made me look at him.
"Don’t thank me." He said soothingly, placing a finger on my lips.
"I mean it," he continued. "Don’t thank me for taking care of you after. It's not a favour. That's the bare minimum. And I'm glad you enjoyed it, cuz I'm pretty sure I did too."
He pulled me closer until my back rested against his chest. His arms came around me, and I just sat there against him, feeling his breathing behind me.
Amidst him cleaning me, he was now spreading my legs wide and toying with my pussy and clit in the name of cleaning it up. The water was already teasing my clit, and with the addition of his hands, my mind instantly clouded up.
"F-U-C-K YOU!!!" I screamed, his hands tormenting my sensitive clit as he pushed his fingers again. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE HELPING ME CLEAN UP!! You already hurt me so good, and I only wanted more of it, daddy."
"Keep calling me daddy and I'll wreck you good, baby girl."
I could feel his fingers push into my pussy and I shrieked from not anticpating it. "Keep doing that dadd ---"
He never lets me finish my sentence. He knows he has absolute control over me and he is abusing it. "Keep doing what, princess?" As he was teasing me, he got into the hot tub himself. His playfulness has become sinister once again, as he pulled me in for a passionate kiss as he finished wiping off the water off me. He was so mean, but he only made me fall hard for him.
After that, he gave me one of his shirts. It was too big for me and smelled like him, and I hated how happy that made me. I slipped into it while he looked away, which was stupid considering everything that had already happened, but he let me have that little bit of shyness. It felt warm. It felt safe.
He lifted me again into his arms and carried me back to his bed. He rested me on the bed and he whispered, “I’m here for you, baby girl! Always! How about I let you sleep, mmm?”
He kissed my forehead as he wrapped me in the blanket and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Even then, even my dreams weren't free of him. He invaded every thought of mine. I imagined him doing even worse things to me, and guess what - I'll absolutely let him.
