Page 25 of Don't Let Your Mind Go There

“Go on,” he said, letting his hands drop to my thighs as he kept his eyes on mine. “Ride me slow and steady.”

“Okay.” I tore my gaze off him and looked down, carefully moving up again until his cock was visible. I slid back down, letting him stretch me again until he was buried deep in my pussy again. “Oh, God…”

“Perfect. Keep going,” he ordered.

He watched me ride him, and the more I adjusted to the feeling, the harder I slid back down his shaft. Going slow didn’t do much to my body, but whenever I felt his tip hit the right spot deep inside of me, my body trembled.

Dad’s lips were parted, and his groans got louder the longer and harder I rode him. It didn’t seem like he cared very much about Mom and Ronan anymore, and he started to meet my thrusts by pushing up his hips.

He gripped my hip with one hand and slid the other under my shirt to cup one of my tits, and I threw my head back at the electric sensation that rushed through me when he squeezed my nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Goddamn beautiful. My sweet girl…fuck, I love this tight cunt.”

I needed more of his dirty words. They were slowly pushing me toward the edge, and I would soon reach a climax if he kept on going like this.

My knees were pressed into the mattress on either side of Dad’s body, but with my right knee, I could feel it move closer toward Mom’s body. I didn’t mean to touch her, but the urge was stronger. And so was the need to make this even more twisted than it already was.

I moved my leg just slightly until my knee was pressing against Mom’s back. It was exciting to touch her while Dad was fucking me. And the fact that she could catch us any second made everything even more exciting.

In a way, I wanted her to catch us.

In a way, I was sick in the head.

But then, so was Dad.

The tension inside of me grew, and I started to move faster, needing to come as quickly as possible. I knew he was close too. His cock was throbbing inside of me, and every time it did, it pushed me closer to the edge.

“Fuuuck, baby. Tell me, where do you want my cum?”

I cried out and placed both hands on his stomach to steady myself. My orgasm was close, and Dad knew how to make me fall over the edge. He put his thumb on my clit and started rubbing it until I couldn’t take any more. My body trembled, then I tensed as the orgasm washed over me. I turned my head and bit myself in the arm to hold back a loud moan, and as I enjoyed the end of this ride, Dad sat up, making me pressed my body against his.

He put both his hands around my body and held me there as he came inside of me, emptying his load while his whole body hardened. “Gaaah! Fuck!” He tried to be quiet, but his voice was loud, and he knew we couldn’t stay here like this.

As I slowly started to calm down, he got up from the bed with his cock still inside of me, and my legs wrapped around him. I didn’t question what he was doing. I just held on to him and let him carry me out of the bedroom.

He walked to the bathroom Ronan and I shared, and he locked us inside before turning on the lights. He moved to the sink where he made me sit on, and I leaned back, resting my head against the large mirror behind me.

He was still inside of me, and he had no intention of pulling out. His cum was warm, and it was starting to ooze out of me and down my inner thighs.

Dad watched me as he pushed my shirt up until my tits were exposed. “I needed to see you better,” he told me, sliding both his hands up my waist until he cupped both my tits.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked, smiling gently.

“A lot. And I like how you feel. This pussy is mine now,” he told me, keeping his gaze on my body.

I didn’t mind that. He could have all of me. My body, my heart, my mind. Whatever he wanted, it was his.

He massaged my tits, then he leaned in to pull one nipple into his mouth. I watched his lips moved over my tit, and when his tongue flicked against my nipple, I moaned and arched my back.

“That feels nice,” I whispered.

He looked up through his lashes, meeting my gaze, and letting me know that he acknowledged what I was saying.

He did the same to my other tit before he moved back, standing up straight again. “You think you’re ready for something more?” he asked, and I frowned.

“More?”

He nodded, running his fingertips up and down my body. “I marked you with my cum, and I want to mark you with my piss too.”

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