I’m going straight to hell. Because I can’t stop. She’s still looking at my dick like she wants a piece of it, her thighs clenched together, the muscles twitching from the strain.
I take a deep breath and start stroking myself again, Sasha’s eyes following every movement.
“Darling.” She looks up at me and blinks. So obedient. “We’re gonna have to talk about this. But I need to come first, or I’m gonna lose my mind. Understand?”
She nods immediately. “Yes, Daddy.”
I hiss, squeezing myself harder, jerking faster. “Good. Open your mouth and keep those pretty eyes on me.”
She blinks, but to her credit, doesn’t hesitate, opening her mouth wide and even extending her tongue. I wonder if she’s watched porn before.
Ah, shit.The thought of her watching porn online while Vike’s on a run, spreading her legs and petting her pretty pussy while she watches porn cunts getting pounded hard…
“Sasha,” I groan as my ass cheeks clench. “I’m going to fucking ruin you. Mine. All mine. Every inch of you is mine to defile.”
She whimpers but doesn’t flinch, her mouth still wide open and waiting for my load. And I’m gonna give it to her.
“Get ready, baby. Here it fucking comes.”
With a few more rough pulls that border on pain, my hips thrust forward sharply, like I’m already inside her, like I’m breeding her tight virgin pussy.
My dick explodes with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s dark, it’s depraved, it’s addicting. I know I’ll never fucking get enough of this feeling.
“Fuck,” I snarl. “Take Daddy’s cum.”
Every spurt that paints Sasha’s lips and face makes her moan, her eyes blinking furiously as she tries to hold my gaze like a good girl. I stroke myself through my orgasm, milking out every last drop, then tapping my cockhead against her tongue. Then I use my finger to scoop up and feed her the cum painted on her face.
“Swallow,” I order when I pull back.
She closes her lips and does as she’s told, her nose twitching a bit at the unfamiliar taste, but she still squirms, her hand going between her legs.
“Does your little pussy need to come again?” I ask her as I tuck myself back in.
Sasha nods, her eyes pleading. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good,” I say, then help her to her feet. “But first… we gotta talk, darling.”
11
SASHA
My knees wobble as Havoc pulls me to my feet. His expression has shifted—something serious and troubled replacing the wild desire from moments before. But my body doesn’t get the memo. I’m trembling, aching for more of whatever just happened between us.
“Sit,” he says, guiding me to the edge of the bed.
I perch there, thighs pressed together, trying to ease the throbbing. Everything feels swollen and sensitive. My panties are soaked through, and my skin feels too tight, like I might crawl right out of it if he doesn’t touch me again.
“We need to talk about this, Sasha.”
I nod, trying to focus on his words instead of how his voice rumbles through me. The memory of him calling me baby girl and darling in that growling tone makes my insides clench. I never knew words could feel physical.
“I know,” I manage to say, but my voice comes out breathless. “I just... I can’t think straight right now.”
His eyes darken as he takes in my flushed face, my trembling hands. “You’re still worked up.”
It’s not a question, but I answer anyway. “Yes.”
The way he spoke to me—demanding, possessive, filthy—paled in comparison to the awkward fumbling with high school boys who asked permission for every kiss.
