Page 44 of Butterfly

“Thank god,” I gasped, and he laughed again, kissing my hair.

Laying me back on the bed, he kneeled in front of me and spread my thighs, grabbing

his cock with one hand and lining it up with my wet and aching pussy.

“No going back after this,” he warned me as he stroked my clit with his cock, making me writhe underneath him.

“Please, Mason…”

“What do you call me?” he growled.

“Please, Daddy, I need you.”

“I know, baby. Daddy needs you, too. Daddy’s needed you for a long, long time, and now he finally has you. Now, you’re finally his.”

And with that, he began to push his way into my pussy. I was so wet that it eased his path, but I was a virgin, and tight, and the stretch hurt. Having someone inside of me felt invasive and strange; having my stepbrother’s cock inside me as he stared deep into my eyes was a revelation.

“You feel so fucking good,” he told me, his eyes deep. “This sweet little pussy was made for Daddy, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, moaning in the back of my throat as he kept pushing into me until he paused.

“Are you all the way in?”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss my lips. “Not even close.”

And with that, he pulled his hips back and thrust hard. I screamed as this time, he bottomed out inside me.

“Shh, butterfly, shh,” he murmured, rubbing circles on my clit until I relaxed and blossomed under him. It felt so good, having him deep inside me, touching me, filling me and surrounding me. I’d never felt so turned on—or so cared for in my life, and if I weren’t so consumed by him and by sex, I’d question the fact that it was my greatest tormentor who had somehow become my safest place to land.

Once I began moaning again, he began circling his hips, around and around, stirring something inside of me and making me tighten even more.

“Daddy,” I gasped.

“Good, butterfly?”

“So good.”

Taking that, he began thrusting in and out of me, slow and deep, building up a pace. He kept angling and reangling his hips, obviously looking for something until?—

“Oh!” I cried out. He’d rubbed up something deep inside of me that made shivers wrack my whole body, it felt so good. It set off whatever had made me feel so desperate in the first place, and I felt my core tighten as I spiraled closer to orgasm again.

“No you don’t,” he said darkly. “You don’t come this time until I do, or you’ll take me over with you. Daddy’s just getting started.”

With that, he began to play with my clit, drawing small, barely there circles, holding my hip tight with his other hand as he shoved faster and harder into me, moving me up the bed with his thrusts.

“Daddy, I can’t, I need to?—”

“Not yet,” he ordered. “You can wait. Fuck, I’m so close.” He slowed down, stirring his hips again, making me desperate and terrified that he’d never come—and never let me come, either.

“Please, please Daddy, please, please, please,” I begged. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” his eyes flashed, and I felt like I was signing my soul over to the devil—but I didn’t care.

“Anything,” I promised.

“My good little butterfly,” he groaned, pumping his hips again, fast and hard. I was screaming at this point, and the whole dorm could probably hear me, and I didn’t care. “Daddy’s conquered this pussy, hasn’t he? Permanently claimed what was always his. I’m going to come and fill you up and stuff you full, aren’t I? Tell Daddy you want him to treat you like his perfect little cumdumpster.”

The words should have shamed me, but instead they set some deep, secret part of me free.

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