THREE DADDIES RUINED MY HOLE! 2

Chapter 2 Lila’s POV Mateo stood frozen in the doorway, shirtless, those sweatpants hanging so low on his hips that the deep V of his muscles pointed straight down toward the massive bulge already pushing against the thin fabric. His silver tongue piercing caught the light as his mouth dropped open in complete shock. His dark eyes locked right onto me, taking in everything at once. My legs spread wide open like a total w***e, my heavy t**s heaving up and down with every shaky breath, shiny with sweat, and my three fingers still buried balls-deep in my gaping, dripping cunt. My face was twisted in the middle of a moan, his name still thick on my tongue like I had been screaming it for hours. I could not move. My p***y kept clenching hard around my fingers, squeezing out more hot slick that ran down my ass crack and soaked the sheets even more. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my swollen c**t. f**k. He heard everything. Every single filthy word I moaned about wanting him to wreck me, about needing his thick c**k to split me open, about being his dirty little slut. Panic shot through me like ice water, but my body stayed burning hot. I yanked my fingers out fast with a loud, wet squelch that echoed in the room. A thick string of my p***y juice stretched from my fingers to my hole before it broke and splattered across my thighs. I tried to slam my knees shut and pull the sheet over my soaked p***y and bouncing t**s, but my hands were shaking too much. “W-what the f**k, Mateo!” I snapped, my voice coming out high and cracked even though my cunt would not stop fluttering and leaking. “I’m nineteen. I can do whatever the hell I want in my own room. You should have knocked, you perverted asshole!” He did not say a word at first. Just stepped inside, that big muscular body filling up the whole doorway, and closed the door behind him with a soft click that made my stomach drop. Then he locked it. The sound sent a fresh gush of wetness flooding out of me. He crossed the room in two long strides, grabbed my wrist tight before I could cover up completely. His grip was rough and hot on my slick skin. My fingers were still shiny and dripping with my own c*m, and he stared straight at them like he could not look away. The smell of my wet p***y hung thick in the air between us, mixing with the whiskey on his breath. His chest rose and fell faster now, his hard abs flexing with every breath. I could see his c**k twitching hard inside those sweatpants, the thick outline growing bigger right in front of me. “Why the f**k were you moaning my name like that, princess?” he growled, his voice low and rough, almost dangerous. “Tell me exactly what you were thinking about while you finger-f****d that tight little hole. Don’t you dare lie to me.” I tried to twist my wrist free, my cheeks burning hot, but he held on tighter. His eyes dropped down to where the sheet slipped, leaving one of my stiff n*****s completely exposed. It was so hard it ached. “None of your business,” I hissed, even as my p***y clenched again so hard I almost moaned. “Get out.” He did not get out. Instead he pulled me forward suddenly, crashing his mouth down on mine in a rough, hungry kiss that knocked the air right out of me. His lips were hot and demanding. I froze for half a second, then tried to pull back, but his free hand was already grabbing one of my full t**s, squeezing the soft heavy flesh so hard it spilled between his fingers. His thumb rubbed rough over my aching n****e, sending sharp sparks straight down to my c**t. Inside my head I was screaming. Holy f**k, this is really happening. Mateo is touching me. But this is f*****g wrong! My dad is downstairs! His tongue piercing slid against my tongue, cold metal teasing and flicking in a way that made my toes curl. He tasted like whiskey and pure man, and I could not help the loud needy moan that poured into his mouth. He broke the kiss just enough to growl against my lips, his breath hot. “You do not get to moan my name like a desperate little slut and then tell me to leave.” One hand stayed kneading my tit, pinching my n****e until I whimpered. His other hand gripped my hair tight, tilting my head back. “Tell me everything you have fantasized about us, you filthy little slut. Every nasty f*****g detail. Right now.” I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling fast, my p***y throbbing so bad it hurt. My mind was spinning. I had dreamed about this exact moment so many times, touching myself until I cried, but now that he was here, real and huge and staring at me like he wanted to devour me, I felt scared and so f*****g turned on I could barely think straight. “I… I think about you all the time,” I whispered, my voice shaky but getting wetter with every word. “Every time you look at me like you want to ruin me, I come up here and f**k myself stupidly. I imagine you pinning me down and shoving that heavy c**k down my throat until I choke on it. I want you to use my mouth like a toy, Daddy. f**k my face until tears run down my cheeks and spit drips everywhere.” His eyes darkened even more. His c**k jerked visibly in his sweatpants, a wet spot forming at the front where he was leaking pre-c*m. He pushed me back until my ass hit the edge of my vanity counter, bottles and makeup falling over behind me. He spread my thighs wide again with his hips, grinding that thick bulge right against my bare, dripping p***y. The fabric rubbed over my swollen c**t and I moaned loud, my hips rolling against him on their own. “Keep talking,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding. He reached down and slapped my tit lightly, watching it bounce. “I want to hear how nasty you really are for me.” “f**k,” I gasped, my head falling back as he ground harder against me. “I want you and Sebastian and Hudson to take turns with me. I want all three of you to stretch my holes at the same time. I finger my ass thinking about your c***s filling me up everywhere, pumping me full of c*m until it leaks out of me for days. I am such a dirty girl, Mateo. I get guilty every single time Dad calls me princess because I am thinking about his best friends turning me into their personal cumslut.” He groaned deep in his throat and shoved two thick fingers straight into my soaked cunt without warning. I cried out, my walls clamping down around him immediately. He pumped them hard and fast, curling them up against that spot inside me that made my legs shake. “God damn, princess. Your p***y is f*****g dripping for this. So tight and sloppy.” He added a third finger, stretching me open wider, the wet squelching sounds loud and obscene as he f****d me with his hand. “You want Daddy to wreck this little cunt? You want me to pound you so deep you feel me in your stomach?” “Yes,” I moaned, my voice breaking. My hips bucked up to meet every thrust of his fingers. Juice was pouring out of me, running down his wrist and dripping onto the floor. “Please, Daddy. f**k me raw. I need your thick c**k splitting me open. Make me take every inch while I scream your name. I want you to c*m so deep inside me that it drips out when I walk.” Mateo pulled his fingers out suddenly, shiny and covered in my cream. He shoved them into my mouth, making me taste myself. I sucked greedily, swirling my tongue around them like I would on his c**k. His eyes burned with raw lust as he watched me. “You are not leaving this room until I have used every single hole like the filthy w***e you are,” he said, voice thick with need. He pushed his sweatpants down, and his heavy c**k sprang free, thick and veiny, the head already slick with pre-c*m. It was bigger than I imagined, pulsing in the air between us. My mouth watered and my p***y clenched hard at the sight. This was really happening. And I could not wait for him to destroy me.