Page 21 of Morally Gray Daddies

“That’s it, babydoll,” Gio said with a groan, his fingers tightening. “Clench your hot little cheeks around Daddy’s cock.”

His filthy words sent a flush of wicked heat through me. I really was a naughty girl, though not for the reasons he thought. I didn’t regret my thieving or insulting him, though I did regret being caught… but if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be experiencing this right now. The pain from the belt had faded away, and even the slick glide of Gio’s cock back and forth in my ass no longer hurt… it all felt good.

So good.

I was aware of Tomas watching us again, and the fact that his cum was currently sloshing around my belly somehow made his voyeurism even hotter.

Gio was depraved, and I must be, too.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

He buried himself inside me, rubbing against my backside, and I cried out as I felt him get even harder. Something pulsed inside me, something that wasn’t my own squeezing muscles, then I felt heat filling me, and I realized he was filling my bowels with his cum.

But I hadn’t come yet. And he’d said I could while his cock was up my ass… but I hadn’t.

“Daddy,” I whined, going back to my previous ploy. I squirmed against him desperately, trying to get the stimulation I needed to reach my peak. I was so close…

“Does my babydoll need to come?” he asked, his voice dripping with false sympathy.

“Yes!” I practically shouted, dropping my head on the desk in front of me with a thud. Then I cried out as I found myself being pulled back, his cock sliding free of my body.

I suddenly found myself being spun around, falling forward onto his lap. My pants were around my ankles, but my knees spread to straddle one of his thighs. I could feel his cum leaking out of me onto his leg. Dark eyes blazed as his gaze bore into mine, and his hands slid from my waist up to my breasts. My pussy was splayed over his leg, soaking the hairy flesh beneath it.

“Make yourself come, then, babydoll.”

His hands slid up the inside of my shirt to my breasts, sliding under the silky brassiere to pinch my nipples. I moaned, rocking automatically on his thigh as the sensations coursed through me. I was no longer a thinking creature—I was a feeling one. My brain had turned off, my body was running the show, and I needed completion.

Every part of me was throbbing, pulsing, demanding.

My hips moved, rubbing my pussy against his leg as my need soared. His fingers plucked at my nipples, adding to the cacophony swirling inside me. My pussy rubbed over his leg, the hair abrading my sensitive flesh, my bottom clenching around the cum leaking out of it.

It was filthy, degrading.

I reached up to grip his shoulders so I could grind myself down harder as ecstasy surged between my thighs. All the fear, all the frustration, all the pain and pleasure melded together in a screaming vortex of sensation that threw me into an ocean of shuddering bliss.

“Daddy!” I cried out, unable to stop myself.

I soaked his leg with my juices, panting and shuddering, my nipples throbbing in counterpoint as he pinched them. His warm hands on my breasts helped hold me upright as my body slumped, leaving me breathless and limp.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

I closed my eyes against the heat of his gaze, not wanting to see him looking at me after I’d just abased myself on his leg. Now that my need was sated, I was coming back to myself, and I was horrified. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.

Just like when he came into your room and fingered you until you screamed with pleasure, then he shoved his cock down your throat? Just like that wasn’t real?

He massaged my breasts, giving them one last squeeze before moving away and tugging my shirt back into place.

Somehow, he got me up in his arms while also getting his pants into place. I was woozy, unable to truly pay attention to what he was doing. Everything was whirling, and exhaustion made my limbs feel heavier than before.

“Tomas.”

I flinched in his arms when he said the other man’s name, but all he did was help Gio pull my pants up into place while Gio still cradled me. I was too wrung out to care, though I winced when the pants pressed up against my sore bottom and pussy. My entire lower body was equal parts pained and pleasured.

With my eyelids growing heavier, I was aware of Gio walking through the hallways of the house, carrying me the whole way. By the time he laid me down on a soft mattress, I was ready to slip into the darkness and let this whole day go.

Tomorrow, I’d find a way out of the trap.

Tomorrow, I’d escape.

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