Dirty Daddy(36)

“Yes!” I cry out when he slams his massive cock deep into me with huge jets of his cum rocketing inside me. “Fill me up, Daddy,” I moan out.

“I like fucking that naughty ass of yours when your pussy is eating up every inch of my cock. I like how your body swallows up everything I stuff in it,” Magnus says, groaning forcefully as he punctuates every word with faster and harder thrusts.

I feel my body stretch to take just how much he is stuffing me. His cock, his fingers, his cum. I’m totally overloaded with it all, and his breath on my neck where he was nibbling and kissing me, his breath is like the butterfly wing that could set the world into chaos. Every part of my body is so sensitive that I’m rolling through another wave of orgasm just to feel his breath on mine.

This is not normal. This is not what fucking is normally like. It certainly can’t be what even fucking with a blindfold on is like. But it's what me getting fucked by my stepfather is like—unpredictable, with equal parts cum and quivering body parts. Me full of him, him rocketing off gallons of cum inside me, and on me. The sweat that slicks over both our bodies. Us melding together until we are so tangled up in each other that I don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins.

I can’t believe the sensations he creates in my body. I can’t believe that while I’m erupting through multiple shivering orgasms, he’s still unloading so much cum in me. I feel it spilling out down my thighs, my own gushing pussy mixing my cum with his.

That’s also us. We tasted our cum separately today, and, as if he can read my mind—and I wouldn’t put it past Magnus who seems to know my body and my desires better than I even know them myself—he yanks his cock from me and pulls my head down to suck it. His fingers pop out of my ass and I gasp at the emptiness. I swallow down on that cock, slamming Magnus all the way down my throat and swallowing him whole. I open my mouth as wide as I can and then suck with all the intensity I can muster, drinking down the cum still shooting from that wondrous cock. The tang of my pussy and the salt of his cock all mix with the creamy milkshake of our lust pouring down my throat. I crave this more than air. I drink our cum like it's water and I’ve been dying of thirst in the desert. My whole body is shaking, but I’m clamped down on that cock and pumping it down my throat. I crave him filling me up, and with my pussy and ass now so empty, I’m finding all the strength I can and slamming him down my throat.

“Fuck, you're a cock sucking demon, Penny. I love cumming down your throat,” Magnus groans.

I let myself smile just a little, feeling it pulling at the corners of my mouth, despite having a very tight suction over his cock in my mouth. I think that his cock must be done cumming now. My pussy is fluttering, but I feel the afterglow setting in my body’s aches starting to war with my desires to keep swallowing him. But then I feel a jerk in my mouth and there’s a final spurt. I almost giggle, silly as that is. He lies back against the bed, pulling me down. His cock threatens to pop out of my mouth but I take it as a challenge. I feel the blindfold sliding up over my eyes and I realize that he’s taking it off.

The smile spread across his face is the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen. My heart skips a beat and my breath is fully knocked out of my body for a moment. His eyes undo me, and I realize I've never seen him look so happy. I've never felt so content. I keep my eyes locked with his gaze and put both of my hands to his hips, sliding his cock back into my mouth because I have a primal need for it to be inside me.

His hands stroke my hair, my back, and I feel cherished. How my stepfather can fuck me like his personal sex toy, his little dirty slut, and still make me feel like the only girl in the world, like something precious to him, I don’t know. But the warmth spreading through my body is so much more than lust. I've never felt so at peace in my life. My vision has returned to normal and my breathing stills and I relish the total exhaustion I feel from what has been an indescribably satisfying fuck.

Magnus’s eyes never leave mine. His hands keep stroking me. A girl totally could die from this much happiness. And wouldn’t it be so damn worth it?





18





Magnus





I never thought I’d say this, but it feels good to wake up next to her.

I’m not the kind of man who likes to sleep next to a woman. I relish my independence, and that extends to my own bed. Sure, I might wake up next to a bunch of naked women from time to time, but that’s just the exception that proves the rule. In fact, that’s a rule I might uphold too harshly; I've kicked more woman from my bed than I care to count, even after they told me how much they enjoyed our time together.