4
Brent smiled darkly, stroking her red hair. “Good girl. Get some rest. I’m nowhere near done ruining you.”
Sunlight filtered into the large kitchen the next morning.
Tanya stood at the counter in nothing but one of Brent’s oversized button-down shirts, the hem barely covering her ass, her long red hair loose and messy down her back.
Her pussy still ached and felt slick from the loads he’d pumped into her overnight.
She could feel his cum leaking down her inner thighs as she tried to focus on the coffee maker.
Strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Brent’s broad chest pressed against her back, his hard cock—already thick and ready—nestling against the curve of her ass through his sweatpants.
“Morning, baby girl,” he murmured, voice low and possessive as one big hand slid under the shirt to cup her full tit, pinching the nipple. “Sleep well with my cum still inside you?”
Tanya shivered, a fresh wave of shame and heat flooding her. “Brent… this is crazy. We can’t keep—”
He spun her around, lifted her easily onto the counter for a moment, then carried her to the kitchen table.
He sat down in one of the sturdy wooden chairs and pulled her onto his lap facing him, straddling his thick thighs.
With one hand he freed his heavy cock, the veiny shaft slapping up against his abs.
With the other he guided her hips down, lining up the fat head with her tender, cum-slick entrance.
“Slide down on it,” he ordered. “All the way. Daddy wants to feel that tight cunt warming my cock while I feed you.”
Tanya whimpered but obeyed, sinking slowly onto his massive length.
Her pussy stretched wide around him again, the obscene wet sound filling the kitchen as she took every inch until her ass rested on his heavy balls.
She was so full it felt like he was in her stomach.
Brent groaned in satisfaction, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her pinned in place.
“Good girl. Just sit there and keep me warm.” He reached for the plate of eggs and toast he’d already prepared, forking a bite and bringing it to her lips. “Open.”
She ate from his hand, face flushed, her pussy fluttering and clenching around his unmoving cock with every swallow. Brent’s free hand stroked her red hair, then slid down to squeeze her round ass.
“Been waiting years to have you right here like this,” he said quietly, feeding her another bite. “Watching you grow into this perfect little body. Jerking my cock raw every time you came home from college in those tight shorts. Now you’re mine. This cunt is never getting away from me.”
Tanya moaned softly around the food, her hips giving tiny, involuntary rolls.
The stretch was overwhelming, his thick cock throbbing inside her, pressing against every sensitive spot.
“It… it felt too good last night,” she admitted breathlessly, the corruption sinking deeper. “I shouldn’t want it… but I do.”
Brent’s eyes darkened with triumph. He set the fork down and gripped her hips with both hands, starting to bounce her slowly on his cock. “That’s right, baby. Tell Daddy how much you loved being used like a dirty little slut.”
The slow fucking built, her slick pussy gliding up and down his thick shaft, leaving shiny streaks of her cream and his old cum along the veiny length.
Brent suddenly lifted her off completely, spun her around on his lap so her back was to his chest, and pulled her back down onto his cock in one smooth motion.
Now facing the table, she braced her hands on the wood as he started thrusting up into her harder.
“Fuck— so deep,” Tanya gasped, her full tits bouncing under the open shirt.
Brent reached for his belt, which he’d left on the table earlier. He doubled it over and brought it down sharply across her round ass cheek with a loud crack. The sting made her cry out and clench hard around his pistoning cock.
“Say it,” he growled, spanking her again with the leather, leaving a pretty red mark on her pale skin. “Tell me what a needy cumslut you are for your guardian’s cock.”
Another sharp smack landed as he fucked her deeper, the wet slap of her ass meeting his thighs mixing with the crack of the belt. Tanya’s pussy gushed around him, the pain blending into white-hot pleasure.