Page 24 of Bad for Me

“You’ll take what we offer, and you’ll enjoy it. If we don’t want you to cum yet, you won’t. Don’t be greedy Meredith.”

“But—”

“Let it hurt. Let it drive you crazy for all I care. Remember, you wanted this.”

With that, I place the headphone back over her ear and cut off her plea for release with a harsh kiss.

Taking the rope, I run it between her legs, letting it graze against her clit before letting it rest against it. Meredith bucks her hips forward, searching for friction and finding some but not nearly enough.

“Urgh! Please! Isaac, Bernard!” She cries out, her voice twisting with desperation and longing.

“She doesn’t listen very well,” I muse.

“You should do something about that,” Dad mutters, his voice strained.

I look over to catch him stroking his dick, watching our woman struggle against the rope as he allows the vibrator to work her back up. My attention returns to Meredith. Her cheeks are pink beneath her brown skin, and her chest heaves dramatically.

Had I thought she looked great before? She looks even better wrapped in red rope.

Getting to my knees, I unzip my pants and finally give my cock some reprieve. I step forward until it’s at mouth level, then grab Meredith’s hair and yank her face forward. She gasps. With her mouth open, I take advantage, shoving my dick deep into the back of her throat.

At once, her lips wrap around my dick. As if pleasing me is the way to her own orgasm, her tongue strokes the underside of me before teasing the tip. She leans forward and takes me to the back of her throat, then slowly pulls back.

“Fuck!”

The heat of her wet mouth is scalding. It’s both heaven and hell having my dick trapped between those beautiful full lips. It feels as though nothing can get better. Yet I know it does. That sweet, wet pussy feels like being trapped in nirvana. But right now, I’ll savor the unbridled passion of my woman working for the seed of my release like a starved individual.

I can hardly think, only feel. Meredith’s lips create a perfect seal to create a blissful suction. A hard shiver races up, then back down my spine. The breath I take is hardly enough to clear my head.

I give her another minute before I take charge again. My grip tightens in her hair, forcing her to hold still. When she is, my hips thrust hard and fast. The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat hard and dives deeper. Meredith chokes and sputters as I fuck her face thoroughly. Tears stream down her cheeks, snot begins to drip down her nose.

Meredith groans as her body quivers, her own release near as Dad works her back up with me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her.

Meredith can’t hear me, but I continue my rain of praise. “You’re doing so well. Taking my cock like it was meant to be yours. There you go, let me feed you my soul. It belongs to you, doctor.”

My balls raise as my release grows near. The sound of the vibrator turning off is followed by a short scream of frustration from Meredith. The vibrations of her scream send me over the edge. As I cum, I pull my dick free and let it splash against her pretty lips and face.

Meredith gasps. With her mouth open, she catches some of my cum. She licks her lips, tasting my flavor, then lets out a deep hum of appreciation.

“So good,” she whispers.

I groan loudly, cumming harder at her words. As each rope of cum lays across her skin, branding her with my seed, I know I’m falling deeper than ever for my therapist.

“Finally.”

My head jerks up in time to catch Dad getting to his feet.

I pull my dick from between Meredith’s lips. The sound of it popping free makes me smile. Then again, I was already smiling—contentment having soaked into my body and leaving me feeling nearly high.

Dad stomps over to us. His face is flush, and his jaw is clenched tight as he comes up behind Meredith. Lifting a foot, he presses it against her shoulder blades and pushes her forward. She gasps with surprise as she falls over, her cheek hitting the plush area rug. Dad kneels down, reaches between her legs, and pulls the vibrator from her pussy. The wet sound of its departure has us both moaning.

Clumsily, he tosses the toy aside and grabs her hips. When he yanks her back onto his hard length, they both cry out. Meredith’s hard shiver doesn’t go unmissed. Nor does her soft plea.

“Please, Ineedyou.” She struggles to move her hips, but Dad holds her in place.

My eyes squeeze shut as I let her words sink into me. She needs us. Butof courseshe does. Meredith Moore belongs here, and her desperate, achy plea confirms it. I sink to my knees in front of her.

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