And Darren? He wouldn’t shut up either. “You feel that, kitten? You hear how wet she is for me? You watching this? This is mine. Her p***y’s mine. Her screams are mine. And you—” he snarled, driving into Tasha so hard she screamed louder, “—you’re next.”
“YESSSSSSS!” Tasha sobbed, her voice breaking, her moans long, filling the room like she was trying to drown me with them. “Deeper, daddy, deeper, harder, pound me, f**k me open with that c**k, yes yes yes don’t stop oh my God I’m cummminggggg, Darren, I’m cummming on your d**k!”
And then it happened.
“f**k!!! Yes!! Damon!”
Wait.
WAIT.
That wasn’t Darren. That was Tasha.
She said Damon. She called her father’s name!
She moaned Damon while Darren was inside her, while he was bruising her ass and biting her neck, while his c**k was
