Page 98 of Morally Gray Daddies

“Please?” he taunted. “Please give you some more?” He jerked my head forward. “Fuck, yeah, why not?”

He rammed his shaft into my mouth again.

My vision swam. Lightheaded from his dick blocking my breathing, I lost track of how long he tortured my throat. Everything spun, righting itself for only a few brief seconds when he released me long enough so I could suck in a few gulps of air. I swore it had gone on for hours when he eventually pulled out and shoved me back into the couch.

“You fucking suck cock good, bitch. But I think you got more to that tight little body of yours I should explore.”

As he knelt to trap me in place against the couch back, he gave me a gentle smile and a wink. I… I didn’t know how to react or what to do, the sudden change so whipsaw abrupt, I simply froze. Before I was even aware of it, he had my bikini bottom clenched in his hand, and when he began hauling it downward, I simply remained motionless, allowing him to strip me completely naked.

“Aw, fuck, yeah, look at that pussy.” He shoved a knee between my legs, forcing them apart. Putting his hand on my mons, he began rubbing it roughly, pushing his fingers between my labia to spread me open. “Mmm, for a little whore you’ve got a nice, tight cunt. How many men have fucked this snatch, huh?”

When I said nothing, he viciously rammed three fingers up inside me.

“Answer me!”

“I… I don’t know…”

He slapped me across the face with his free hand. “Fucking lying bitch! Tell me how many men you’ve fucked!”

“I… seven… eight…” I blurted reflexively.

“Fucking bullshit,” he growled. “You’re a fucking whore. I’ll bet at least a hundred guys have fucked this tight little hole.” He gripped my face, squeezing my cheeks together tightly. “You like being fucked, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. What did he expect me to answer?

You know what.

I swallowed, because why in god’s name had I even thought that? He didn’t give me a chance to dwell on it, though.

“Answer me!” he snarled, shaking my face left and right.

“I… I…”

“Answer me, you fucking slut!”

“Yes,” I whispered.

Aubrey!

“I knew it.” He turned to look at Sonja. “Did you know your friend was such a slut, Ms. Delgado? Did you know how much she likes taking fucking cock? She’s probably fucked every guy in your dorm at least a dozen times, hasn’t she?”

“Please… leave her alone…” Sonja choked, her face glossy with tears.

“Oh, no… I’m not going to leave her alone. I’m going to fuck the shit out of this pussy. But first…”

He dropped his hand between my legs, palming my sex. I started to squirm away from his grasp, but he pressed down, preventing me from moving as he spread my labia apart with his fingers and he?—

“What are you doing? N… no. No, don’t do that. Please… please don’t do that!”

He thrust two fingers into me roughly, pressing them deep. When his palm came against my mons, he didn’t stop. Instead, he pushed even harder, as if he wanted to drive his fingers inside me as far as he could, even if it meant breaking my pubic bone.

“Oh, god, oh god, that hurts, that hurts!”

And it did. Except when it… didn’t.

I’d been fingered a few times, but usually in the quickest, most perfunctory fashion possible. He didn’t do that. He was rough, and it was painful until it wasn’t. His first few thrusts had clearly been meant to hurt me, but… then they weren’t. They became pleasurable, and the reason for that was simple: he knew what he was doing. Unlike every man I’d been with before, he knew what to do, how and where to hook his fingers inside me to find that spot most guys acted like it only existed in legends. As he built to a rhythm, he began to swirl his thumb over my hood, teasing out my clit. Even though every part of my brain screamed at me not to, I didn’t listen. Couldn’t listen, because where my mind said no, my body began…

To enjoy it.

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