Chapter 14 #3
He bites my earlobe. “You’re the only one I want to fuck like this. The only one I want to ruin.”
His words flip a switch inside me. I start to come, my body shaking so hard I almost slip off the step.
He holds me there, pinned and trembling, and I squirt—an honest to god rush, hot and wet, soaking his cock and my own thighs.
It’s so intense, so shocking, I whimper and clamp down around him, convulsing as the orgasm rips through me.
“Ohhh!” I squeal. “Unnnh!”
My pussy shudders violently, dissolving into powerful spasms as hot juice gushes everywhere. Thomas doesn’t stop, just fucks me through it, relentless.
“That’s my nasty little whore,” he rasps. “You have a horny cunt that needs Daddy’s dick 24/7, don’t you? Even after I fucked that kitty hard last night, you need it again.”
To my horror, I hear Stella’s voice, distant but coming closer: “I found it! Give me a second, I need a hand with this thing!”
Thomas slows, buries himself to the hilt, and lifts me off the step, supporting my weight with his hands. He looks at me, sweat running down the side of his face, eyes feral. “You want more?” he whispers.
I nod, too fucked out to speak.
“Ride me,” he says, and sits on the step, pulling me into his lap.
I straddle him, legs shaking, feeling the aftershocks still rolling through me.
He’s still hard, cock wet and glistening with my orgasm.
Somehow, I’ve lost all my clothes and am now completely nude, with my huge tits trembling, the nipples peaked.
“Daddy, we have to—”
“Shhh,” he rasps. “I know you want it, baby. Now squeeze that tight ass down on my fuckpole, baby. Show me what you can do.”
He pushes his cock against my other hole, the forbidden star of my ass.
I freeze, but he’s already got two fingers in, slick from my own come, and works them around until the tip slides in.
The stretch is obscene, a slow burn that borders on pain.
I bite my lip, hard, and steady myself on his shoulders.
Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I actually going to ride Thomas’s huge penis with my ass, in a public stairwell of our dorm?
His daughter could burst in on us at any moment.
But my lover seems immune to the danger. He pushes deeper, all the way, until his ten inch shaft is buried in my rectum. My head falls back, eyes rolling, and I moan, low and guttural.
“Unnnh,” I grunt. “Mmmph.”
“You’re my buttslut,” he murmurs, and I feel my pussy clench in answer. “You just took Daddy’s cock all the way into your slutty asshole without even blinking. I always knew you were an anal whore, my little cock-hungry girl.”
Then, he begins to move. He bounces me on his cock, using my hips as handles, and the movement is so raw, so animal, I feel like I’m outside my own body, watching from above.
My huge tits shake with every thrust, the cold air pinching my nipples even harder.
I claw at his back, at his chest, anywhere I can grab, just to keep from flying apart.
“Unnnh, your dick is so deep in my butt!” I cry out in the stairwell. “Ooooh!”
“You love this,” he says, voice barely a hiss. “You love being filled anally. You love having your anal rim stretched, baby, and your rectum taken to the limit. Your asshole is molded to my cock now, just like your pussy, because I popped both of your cherries.”
His words are filthy, but I can’t even answer, I’m so far gone.
“Unnnnh,” is all I can say. “Ooooh.”
We move faster, his cock ramming deep into my rectum again and again as I wail with pleasure, cupping my big breasts.
The slap of our bodies echoing up the stairwell is obscene, mixed in with elemental grunts and cries of ecstasy.
I feel another orgasm building, sharper this time, and as it breaks, I clamp a hand over my mouth to keep from howling.
My ass squeezes down around his cock, convulsing, and he shudders, thrusting up hard as he comes inside me, heat blooming deep in my belly.
“Mmmmm!” I cry out, throwing my head back as a deep anal orgasm overtakes my curves. My asshole ripples and shudders, milking the fuckshaft buried deep inside. “Give it to me, Daddy!”
“Fuck, I will!” Thomas roars in return, his balls pulsing as his cock ejaculates like a hose in my anus. “I’m dumping a gallon of come in your ripe asshole, fuck fuck fuck!”
We scream and shudder, the climax overtaking our forms as pure ecstasy flows through our veins. I milk him again and again with my asshole, and there’s so much sperm that it literally flows out between us, dripping down his balls.
But all things must come to an end, and after a few minutes, we cease moving, just holding there, trembling and sweaty and utterly spent.
For a long moment, there’s only the sound of our breathing, and the faint drip of water from a pipe overhead.
He strokes my back, his hands gentle now, and kisses my forehead. “You’re fucking incredible,” he whispers. “I swear, I come harder each and every time.”
I laugh, dizzy and high. “Yeah, but we’re going to get caught.”
He grins, then gently lifts me off his lap, watching with avid eyes as that huge monster reappears inch by inch from my ravaged anus. Then, he turns me around and kisses my quivering pucker, licking a bit at the sperm there.
“I love knowing you’re filled with my seed,” he says in a throaty voice. “Goddamn.”
“Yeah, but we have to get dressed!” I stage whisper. “We can’t do this forever, Daddy!”
Thomas chuckles, like he wants to argue, but then helps me pull up my panties and jeans. He tucks himself away, wipes his hands on his shirt, then smooths my hair and straightens my bra, kissing the tops of my breasts before covering them.
When we’re both mostly presentable, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me one more time, slow and deep. “See you tonight?” he asks.
I nod, dazed. “Definitely.”
We grab the box from the floor, and he opens the stairwell door. The light outside is harsh, the voices of girls in the hallway shockingly loud.
As we step out, I glance back into the stairwell, a weird chill running down my spine. For a second, I could swear I saw movement on the floor above—just a glimpse, a shadow.
I shake it off. There’s no one there.
It’s just my imagination.
I wipe the sweat from my brow, adjust the box, and follow Thomas down the hall, feeling the heat between my legs with every step.
I’ve never been so alive.
Or so thoroughly fucked.
And as I rejoin the chaos of move-out, no one even glances my way. Everything’s perfectly normal.
I smile to myself, my dirty secret burning under my skin, as Thomas’s come drips from my backdoor. I’m fucked-out, but also all-powerful and ready for whatever comes next. That’s what Thomas Moreland’s done for me … and I only want more.