Dripping for my mother’s husband 5

~Lila~ I lowered myself slowly, and took him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue and sucking. I popped out and spat on his c**k, then took him in again, faster this time. “Gods,” he grunted. “Who taught you how to suck this good?” “My bestie, actually,” I moaned around his length, keeping my pace steady and faster. He gripped my hair, and began moving his hips violently, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. “That’s it… you wanted it, so take all of it.” He groaned, his pace quickening as he used my mouth ruthlessly, and I loved every bit of it. After half an hour of throat f*****g, he came, spilling right into my throat, and I swallowed every single drop of it. He pulled out and lifted me roughly off the ground, tore my coat open and tossed it aside, then he slammed his lips on mine, walking me backward to the bed. We fell together, with him between my thighs, hovering over me and blocking out everything else. He didn’t say a word as he broke the kiss and took one breast into his mouth, his fingers finding me soaked as he thrust in three fingers at once. Finger f*****g me and sucking my breast at the same time. “Mhfff… haa… don’t stop…” I cried, arching closer. I wanted more than just his fingers, I wanted more. He kept his pace, pumping in and out of me, sucking and biting my n****e, while his c**k rested on my thigh, rock hard and ready for penetration. “Damien… please—” “Please what, kitten? Say it real filthy.” He groaned. “f**k me, daddy!” I gasped. “Please… I need you buried inside me… ruin me.” “As you wish.” He smirked and pulled out his fingers, grabbed my legs and draped them over his shoulders. Then he began rubbing the head of his c**k up and down my dripping cunt. “Look at you… such a filthy girl, dripping for your stepfather.” “Yes… yes! Please! Aaah~” He pushed in, one heavy stroke that buried his entire length deep. I screamed, the stretch burning like hot iron through my insides as I felt blood mixing with my slick and dripping on the bed. The pain was much worse than I imagined, but the feel of him inside me only made me want more. “f**k, kitten. You are a virgin? No wonder you always squeezed my fingers so hard.” He groaned, his chest heaving. “Yes… don’t stop, Damien… f**k me harder!” I gasped, sticking my tongue out to wet my lips and gripped my breasts. “I never intended to stop.” He smirked and pulled out entirely, then slammed back in, pulled out and slammed in again, repeatedly until the headboard began creaking violently, just as it did the night I’d eavesdropped while he f****d my mother. “Yes! Yes, oh daddy… harderrrr… fasterrrr.” I screamed, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. “Touch yourself, kitten,” he growled, snapping his hips with unrealistic force. “Touch your cunt while I wreck you.” “Yes, daddyy,” I moaned and reached down with two fingers and began rubbing violently circles on my c**t, each circle came with a thrust from him, my first orgasm building up in massive waves. “I’m… I… oh Jesus! I’m cumming, daddy!” I screamed as my body convulsed, milking him, my fingers still rubbing my c**t, and damien f****d me from one orgasm into another. Then, he pulled out and flipped me over, pressing my cheek into the mattress and lifting my hips up so my bloodied cunt was facing him. Then he slammed back in, this angle much more brutal, sending a wave of shock straight into my p***y. “Yeah… just like that… goddess!… mhffff… oh daddy!” I moaned as his hips slapped against my ass, every thrust hitting my cervix, making me want more. He reached around and squeezed my breast, pinching my n****e, his pace getting much more faster and harder. “I love the way your breast bounces in rhythm with my thrusts.” “All for you, daddy! Ruin your kitten!” I cried out. He suddenly pulled out, and grabbed my waist, lay on the bed on his back and made me straddle him. “Now, show me what this waist can do… ride me.” I grabbed his c**k and positioned it at my entrance, then I sank in. The pain from my broken hymen was long gone, and all that remained was insane want. I began moving my hips, up and down, slow and fast, and Damien lay on the bed, grunting and watching me f**k him. My thrusts became savage as I began slamming violently against his c**k, every thrust hitting places I’d never knew existed in my body. “Yes… oh, god!… best d**k ever!” I moaned aloud as Damien gripped my hips and began slamming me downwards, and god, this was the height of it. I came and came until my body was trembling, until I’d c*m five times in a row, and Damien kept f*****g me through it. He pulled out and made me lay on my side, spooning me then slammed back in, and just as he was about to start moving, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Damien paused, his breathing ragged as he recognized the rhythmic sound of my mother’s heels. “Your mother—” “Shhh,” I reached around and placed a finger on his lips. “Forget about her and f**k me, Damien. I’m not letting you stop.” “But she could see us.” “Then let her see.” I moaned and pushed back so his d**k moved inside me without him thrusting and that made him snap. “f**k that.” He groaned and began moving his hips, deep rolling strokes that made my vision blur as my mother began knocking on the door. “Damien, open up! Why’s it locked? I forgot some documents.” We both ignored her and continued our marathon s*x. Damien planted burning kisses on the side of my neck in our spoon position and kept thrusting faster. “Damien!” My mother’s voice came again, followed by the sound of fumbling leather. She was looking for her spare key. “Faster, Damien!” I cried out, he obeyed and thrust faster. And just then, the sound of a key entering a lock and twisting echoed. The door clicked, pushed inward and opened. My mother stepped inside but stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the shocking scene before her. Her husband, spooning her daughter and driving into her with relentless speed. Damien’s rhythm faltered and he finally spilled inside me with a loud groan, and my mother watched every single bit of it. We both collapsed, breathing hard as we looked at my mother’s pale face. She was speechless, she couldn’t say a word, and I smiled. Satisfied that she caught me f*****g her husband and staining her pristine white sheets with my blood and c*m.