Page 50 of Hired Help

“Keep them like that and I might take pity on you.”

Fingers are inside me again, too many to count. It’s like he’s got both hands shoved up there but that’s not possible because one of them takes my arms and positions them across my chest before wrapping its long fingers around both wrists to hold them in place.

I shift my legs, letting my knees fall to each side, gravity spreading me wider in a pose that makes his eyes gleam as they meet mine, one eyebrow raised in a question.

“You ready for me, hm?” He draws out the m until it makes his lips buzz and an earworm of deliciousness takes root deep in my brain.

I nod.

He removes his fingers, leaning forward to push them into my mouth. This time, I don’t wait for the instruction or the threat, I suckle at them like a newborn trying to get its first feed. With each second, he shoves them deeper, until tears stream down my face and drool slides from the corner of my mouth in a silvery trail.

“Are you choking?” The voice is a mocking tone that simultaneously sets me on fire and sends a gush of water between my thighs to put it out. His mouth curves in amusement as I gag, then gag again, terrified that I’ll retch and aspirate and die. “Wouldn’t you prefer to choke on my cock?”

The offer makes my legs spread even wider while I try to shake my head because I might have had him in my mouth before but there’s no way—no way at all—I could ever take that… that giganticthinginto my mouth tonight and still breathe. Not with my nose and throat already stuffy from crying.

It would shove into my throat and burst apart my windpipe like an overfilled sausage would split its casing.

Then his fingers are gone. I’m hacking into the air, spit flying with each coughed expulsion until my face is as wet as my pussy.

He wipes his palm across the mess, smearing it around before wiping his hands on the covers. The grip on my wrists tightens as he lays half on me, half beside me, palming his dick with his other hand. He slaps it against the inside of my thighs, teasing me, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum on my tender skin.

Then he shifts his weight, aiming it towards my centre, drawing the tip along the outer lips of my pussy, then pushing inside them, sliding it up and down in my wetness, teasing me, taunting me, making my walls clench and my clit throb in anticipation so when he withdraws, I release a strangled cry of need while he smooths on a condom, then he’s back.

He grips the base of his cock, pulling the rubber sheath tight. His jaw tenses, eyes focused on my pussy as he drives into me, not stopping, not slowing. A single controlled thrust that embeds his entire length in me in one go with no warning, no remorse; filling me with too much, then making me take more. One long, relentless thrust and it feels like he’ll explode out the back of my head.

The sensation is overwhelming. Skirting the edge of pain while nerve endings I didn’t know I have shriek in combined pleasure and alarm.

My cunt stretches with his girth while my walls drag against his cock, trying to keep it in place while it’s equally determined to withdraw.

There’s a pang of loss, then he pushes into me again, further this time, the stretch inside me far greater than anything I’ve experienced before, pouring into me until I’m filled to the brim, then overflowing and still there’s more.

“Here,” he says, releasing my wrists and guiding my right hand to where we’re joined. “Grab the base and you get to decide how much of me you get.”

The slippery sensation of my wetness on him barely has time to raise a shudder before he’s drawing back and thrusting forward again. Even with my hand encircling his shaft, it skirts the edge of too much. Nothing hurts but there’s the thrill of the unknown, that at any moment, he might sweep my hand aside and give me everything, not caring if I’m ready or if I could open deep enough to take him.

It sharpens my senses, sending wave after wave of shivers through me until they’re no longer unpleasant harbingers of doom but rippling bands of ecstasy, teasing pleasure from places that shouldn’t even be wired that way. My scalp crawls with tingles from where he pulled my hair, my nipples clench into tight peaks to make my tits firmer. Spasms hit as my thigh muscles pull, driven beyond where I placed them by the on/off thrust of his weight.

So good, I plunge my fingers into his hair, dragging at the roots, causing him the same pleasure pain as he causes me.

And he reciprocates. Easily understanding that I’m doing to him what I want done to me; something I could never tease from Harrison.

A hand goes around my back, supporting me, while the other tugs at my hair until every nerve is on fire. When I whimper, he doesn’t release me, instead yanking harder until my neck feels like it’s doubling back on itself, the pain and pleasure growing in tandem while my cunt stretches to absorb his cock, maybe not even half his cock, knowing if I need it, there’s more.

“Is that what you wanted?” he growls in his deep vocals. “You don’t have your daddy at home wanting to fuck his little girl, so you have to beg your ex’s dad to fuck you.”

An avalanche of desire pulsates in time with my heartbeat, his voice hitting me like premium ASMR, firing nerves in my neck and scalp until I’m a crawling mess of pleasure and need.

“Do you want me to be your new daddy? To fuck my little girl long and hard like she needs it?”

I groan, subsumed with a deep, twisted joy, and finally my hand falls away from his shaft, not wanting control, not anymore.

The fear of how it might burn, might stretch me with an ache I can’t resolve, is as delicious as any other sensation he’s releasing from my body.

My stupid overthinking body that only ever stays out of its head for long enough to reward me when he’s the one touching me. To reward me with an avalanche of pleasure that keeps pushing higher, higher, mounting a peak I didn’t even know existed because its tip is obscured by clouds.

He sinks deeper into me and the stretch and pull of my cunt overloads me and each muscle twists and strains and finally pulls tight in a clench of ecstasy; so many nerves firing I can’t think, can’t see, can’t hear, can’t sense anything but the waves of pleasure as an orgasm hits me at full throttle, driving me, carrying me with it as it curls in on itself, doubling down, leaving me shuddering and shaking in his arms.

Daegan nuzzles into my ear, whispering, “Did I tell you to come? Do you think you’re allowed to do whatever you want, whenever you want, just because your daddy gave your overprivileged arse a bucketful of money?”

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