Page 42 of Bad for Me

Gavin shoved his cock down my throat, and I gagged. “You better not puke on me, little sister,” he snarled as he held me there, my vision fading around the edges as I choked.

“Gavin!” my stepfather snapped.

“She can take it. Isn’t that right, princess?” he crooned, stroking my cheek as tears poured down my face. Just as my limbs were about to give out, he pulled back, and I sucked in air, great heaving gasps, only for him to shove his cock back down my throat again.

I tried to nod. I wanted to take it. I wanted this to be the best blow job of his fucking life. I wanted to impress this man whose cruel words hurt so fucking much, and whose praise meant so much to me.

“Tap his thigh twice, baby girl, so I can see you do it,” my stepfather instructed.

“Are you giving her a safeword?” Gavin asked incredulously as spots filled my vision.

“Tap his thigh twice if you need him to ease up,” Aiden ordered.

God. My stepfather was telling me how to blow my stepbrother. I whimpered. Why was that so hot? And why did I want more of it?

“Relax your throat, baby girl,” Aiden encouraged. I moaned around Gavin’s cock. “That’s it, now take him deeper. You can do this for me, baby girl. I know you can.

“You love this,” Gavin said, wonder in his voice, as I followed his father’s instructions.

Yes, yes, I did. And what did that say about me?

“Such a dirty, spoiled princess,” he continued. “Is that pussy soaking at the thought of your daddy and your brother fucking you?”

I whined. Yes. I was empty and aching and desperate.

“Dad…” Gavin said.

My stepfather laughed softly, then trailed his fingers over my hips before sliding them between my thighs. “You’re drenched, baby girl.”

His fingers slid through my folds, exploring every inch of my embarrassing wetness, my need for these two blood-soaked men, before easily sliding inside of me.

“Is that what you want, baby girl? For your daddy to fuck you?”

Yes.

“Pull out, Gavin. Let the girl talk.”

Gavin’s groan of frustration hit me deep in my core, sending a pulse of need through my clit so strong I had to clench my legs together to stop from chasing his cock with my mouth.

“Well, princess? Do you want your daddy to shove his fat cock up your tight little pussy?”

I froze, my hard, clamped nipples swaying before me as I settled back on my haunches, staring up at Gavin. I stroked my thumb over the blood on his thighs, then turned my face to nuzzle his hand, heedless of the blood that stained it.

“She’s a filthy slut, begging for us to use her,” Gavin sneered.

The walls of my pussy fluttered around my stepfather’s finger, humiliating me as I revealed just how much I liked what they were doing to me.

“Fuck, she likes it when you degrade her,” my stepfather said. “Baby girl, do you want us to force you? To take your choice away so you don’t have to admit how much you want this?” He tapped a finger against my clit, stealing my capacity for thought.

I didn’t know what I wanted, only that this felt good, and right, and like I was exactly where I was supposed to be for the first time in a long time.

“Do you want us to stop?” He slipped a second finger inside of me and I whined at the fullness as he stretched me, making wet squelching sounds as he pumped in and out of me.

I shook my head frantically.

“Do you want us to keep going?”

I didn’t move.

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