Page 77 of My Best Friend's Dad

Pleasure.

It didn’t take long for the desire for release to build once again, and soon, the pressure was growing along with it. My breathing grew ragged, and I gasped, the pressure almost too much to bear.

Vincenzo fucked me, his cock filling me, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room.

And then, it was too much.

I shattered before I could even think to stop it. The pleasure was indescribable, the sensations unlike anything I had ever felt before. My entire body tingled, the waves of bliss washing over me, and I screamed so loud that it hurt my ears.

White-hot bliss burned through my veins. Every nerve in my body ignited at the exact same moment, surging with sensations more intense than I had ever known.

Pain followed the intense rush of pleasure. My asshole clenched tight around his cock and a deep ache billowed through me as my core squeezed tighter and tighter.

Vincenzo groaned, his hips rocking, the friction driving me wild. My breathing hitched, and I could feel the pleasure beginning to build again.

I didn’t want to come.

But I knew that there was no way to stop it.

“Once more, bad girl. Come with my cock buried in this tight hole. Come hard for me. I want to hear you scream,” he commanded and despite everything I did to try to fight it, my body obeyed.

I exploded, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, sweeping away everything in its path. I moaned, the pleasure coursing through me, and I cried out, the ecstasy so intense it was deeply painful. One wave after another poured over me, pulling me out with the tide and then back in again. I screamed, my core detonating with pleasure and pain and everything in between.

His cock swelled inside of me, and he thrust several times harder than all the rest and then he was filling me with his cum.

The heat, the pressure, the pain, the pleasure, my never-ending orgasm, it was all too much.

My breath hitched in the back of my throat.

“I’m sorry,” I managed, before a sob broke free. The tears began to fall, my body trembling, the shame washing over me. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t hold back any longer, the floodgates opening and releasing a torrent of tears.

My orgasm still continued on as my body milked him of every drop of his cum.

Vincenzo leaned forward, pressing his body to mine. His hand stroked my hair, his lips pressed a kiss to my temple, and I wept.

“I forgave you before you even walked in my front door, baby girl,” he whispered, and I cried even harder as the last dregs of my release pounded through me. His hips pumped back and forth, extending my orgasm even further before it began to quell.

When it was finally over, I was left shaking and sated and more punished than I had ever felt in my life.

Gently, he released the cuffs holding my wrists and gathered me in his arms.

I sobbed against his chest.

Vincenzo was quiet, holding me tightly, his strong arms wrapped around me. His fingertips traced up and down my spine, soothing me, comforting me and slowly, my cries quieted until the only thing left was the gentle sounds of our breathing mingling together.

In the silence, his hands caressed me, stroking and teasing, his lips placing tender kisses across my forehead and my cheeks. I felt cherished, loved, and that feeling was like a balm on my well-punished soul.

Then I realized something.

I felt so free.

Like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders that I hadn’t realized was even there in the first place.

He hadn’t said a word since he’d told me that he had already forgiven me and yet, he didn’t need to.

The punishment was over, and we both knew it.

“There’s my good girl, my very good girl,” he whispered, and my heart swelled.

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