Soren continues to ravage my ass with his fingers, caressing that special spot inside of me until I’m practically drooling onto my father’s shirt. A shirt that as far as I’m concerned now belongs to Soren. Him only.
Just like me.
“Look at you, so fucking desperate. You want my cock, baby?” he asks me, pounding his fingers in and out.
I can hardly respond.
“If you want my dick, you’re gonna have to say it,” he growls.
Compared to the night before, this is totally different. I’d been fucking him into a mattress while he whimpered and groaned. I hadn’t been in control though, not like this. He is the dominant one, and it’s moments like this where I realize just how badly I need it. How truly desperate I am to have someone take control of me.
Someone safe.
“P-Please, Sir…please, fuck me. God, I want your fucking cock inside of me,” I beg him breathlessly. Each word takes dragging out but I finally do it.
“Good boy.”
Soren shoves down the sweats and he’s wearing nothing else underneath them. His length is hard and dripping with precum as he presses it against my hole.
“Ah!” I gasp as he turns us around and presses me against the bathroom wall, tile and all.
One hand on my ass, the other moves to my throat. He squeezes both tightly and my head goes a bit fuzzy.
“Take me, all of me, baby,” Soren tells me. His voice is ragged and breathless, as he pushes himself inside of me until he reaches the hilt of his cock.
My head tilts back against the wall and all I can do is let him manhandle me while I’m open mouthed and moaning.
As far as I know, no one can hear me, but if they could…they might think I was getting my brains fucked out of me—I’m pretty sure I am.
Nothing matters.
Even if it did, I can’t think about any of it.
Not my father’s hands on my body. Not the smell of him. Not all the ways he hurt me.
Only Soren.
The sweaty, musky, and perfect scent of his skin and hair.
As he plunges into me over and over again, my dick pulses and precum drips and splatters on my stomach.
The pleasure is almost too much.
Soren grunts each time he thrusts hard and fast. His hand on my throat gets even tighter. Cutting my breath off ever so slightly and I gasp for it. He lets up.
“N-No, don’t stop!”
He pushes down again.
“Good…boy…fuck, fuck yeah, take it, baby.” Soren’s words are stuttered and breathless.
My mouth simply hangs open as he stops me from breathing deeply.
I can feel it. The pleasure, the pressure, building up in my balls and swelling at my tip. It isn’t any of these things that puts me over the edge though.
Not the tears that sting my eyes. Not the grunting, groaning, whimpering, or the sound of the small painting on the wall next to my head rattling.
No, it’s Soren’s voice as he cums inside of me. As he explodes within me in several rough thrusts.
