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Her voice was sleepy and shocked, but her pussy clenched hard around him. Brent didn’t stop. He grabbed a fistful of her long red hair, pulled her head back just enough to expose her throat, and kept fucking her with deep, punishing strokes.
“Shhh, that’s it, good girl,” he praised, even as his other hand slid under her to pinch her nipple through the tank top. “Take it. Been wanting to ruin this tight cunt since you were legal. Now it’s mine. Every fucking night if I want it.”
Tanya whimpered, caught between trying to push up on her elbows and the overwhelming pleasure of being so thoroughly filled. Her pussy was making obscene wet sounds every time he bottomed out. She could feel how soaked she was, how her clit throbbed every time his heavy balls slapped against it.
“W-we can’t—this is wrong—” she gasped, but her hips were pushing back to meet his thrusts now, betraying her.
Brent laughed low and filthy against her ear.
“Wrong? This pussy is creaming all over my cock, baby. Listen to it.”
He fucked her harder, the headboard tapping the wall.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You love being stretched open by a real man’s dick, don’t you? Your dad’s best friend. The man who’s supposed to take care of you.”
He reached between them and spread her ass cheeks with one hand so he could watch his thick cock disappear into her stretched hole over and over. Her pussy lips were puffy and shiny, clinging to his shaft on every withdrawal. A creamy ring of her arousal was already forming at the base of his cock.
“Gonna fill this cunt up,” he promised, voice rough. “Gonna pump you so full of cum you’ll feel it leaking out for days. Breed this little hole until it knows who owns it.”
Tanya moaned helplessly, the degradation and praise twisting together in her head until she couldn’t tell which was making her wetter.
Her orgasm hit suddenly—sharp and overwhelming—her cunt fluttering and clenching rhythmically around his pistoning cock.
Brent groaned at the feeling, fucking her through it, prolonging it until she was shaking and whimpering beneath him.
Only then did he let himself go. He buried himself to the hilt, balls pressed tight against her, and came with a low, animal sound.
Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her pussy, pulse after pulse, so much that it immediately started leaking out around his cock and down her thighs.
He kept grinding into her, pushing it deeper, making sure every drop stayed inside.
When he finally stilled, he stayed buried inside her, one big hand splayed possessively over her lower belly like he could already feel himself taking root there.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to the side of her neck even as his cock gave one last twitch inside her cum-filled cunt. “You did so good. Took every inch like you were made for it.”
Tanya lay there panting, red hair stuck to her sweaty skin, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
She could feel his cum leaking out of her stretched pussy around his softening cock.
She should be furious. She should be scared.
Instead, a dangerous, addictive heat was already curling low in her belly again.
Brent slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as a thick trickle of his cum followed, dripping onto the sheets. He tucked himself back into his sweatpants, then leaned down and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to her temple.
“Get some sleep, Tanya,” he said quietly, voice still rough. “We’re just getting started.”