The praise hits harder than it should. The camera fades from awareness, the rest of the world slipping away until it’s just us—his voice, my heartbeat, and the unspoken promise hanging between us, sharp enough to burn.
“Good fucking girl, see how easy that was? Now open wide for Daddy.”
My jaw parts before I can even think about it, caught too deep in his spell to do anything but obey. Following his orders hushes the constant noise in my head; for once, everything stills. The moment I give myself over to him, the chaos fades, replaced by a kind of blissful silence I didn’t know I craved.
I can’t take my eyes off him. Seeing him tower above me, hard cock curving up towards his stomach, it’s a sight to behold. The next thing I know, he’s shoving two fingers inside my mouth, as he grips my throat. A gargled moan tries to slip out past his fingers.
“Horny little thing. You’ll take anything I give you, won’t you?” he muses, looking down at me. I don’t need to see him unmasked to know he’s smirking right now as he makes me gag around his fingers.
“Think you can take more for me, baby?” Before I can answer, he uses his fingers to hold my mouth open, steps forward, and slips his dick inside my mouth, and any hope of forming words is long gone. All I can do is moan as he brutally fucks my throat like it’s my pussy and uses his grip on my throat to squeeze himself.
“Fuckkk, that feels good. Yes, just like that. Get Daddy’s cock nice and wet, that's my good little slut.” His groans fill the air, heightening my arousal by the second. As his thrusts pick up speed, so does the praise spilling from his mouth.
“You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart. Look at how well you take me. This is what you needed, isn’t it? Daddy’s big, thick cock to fuck the bratiness right out of your system. Be my good girl, swallow me down. Mhm, that’s it.” Unable to resist any longer, I reach down to circle my clit. Dipping two fingers inside my pussy, my eyes roll back at how wet I am.
There’s probably a damp mark beneath my hips, but I don’t care. All that matters is making Matt lose control. I want him destroyed, stripped of that careful composure he hides behind. I want to push him past the edge, to watch the moment his restraint shatters and the real him breaks through.
“You want my cum, don’t you? A greedy little whore like you always wants more,” he spits out between clenched teeth. “Too bad. I have plans for my cum, and it doesn't involve your mouth.”
With one last, ragged groan, he pulls back. His gaze sharpens behind the mask when it lands on my hand. A low growl slips out as he catches my wrist, draws it to his mouth, and holds my eyes while he licks my damp fingers clean.
Holy. Shit.
“You know, I was going to eat your cunt to get you ready for my cock. But if you can't keep your hands off your slutty pussy, you must be desperate. Practically gagging for it, aren't you? In that case, turn around. Face down, ass up, like a good whore.” His orders come fast and furious, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s truly pissed.
But one look at his weeping cock, and the way his hands are twitching at his side tells me all I need to know. He’s just too needy to wait a second longer, and who am I to judge when I feel the same?
Following his directions, I tilt my head so I can see the camera and the sight of us, the taboo of letting my stepbrother fuck me on camera… it gets me hotter than it should do. The steady chime of tips and messages flashes across the screen, feeding the rush beneath my skin.
“Well, are you going to look all night or are you going to fuck me?” I challenge, shifting my knees further apart, knowingexactly what kind of view that's offering him. The tiniest slice of lavender fabric pulled tight between my ass cheeks, dripping core inches from being exposed.
“Fucking impatient little slut,” he mutters, but there’s no heat behind his words. If anything, his tone is fond as he takes hold of my ass, spreading my cheeks open, thumb hooking my underwear to the side. A shocked whimper leaves me as he spits on my asshole, only to turn into a moan as I feel his thumb there. Working his way inside, while notching the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Look at the camera, sweetheart. Show your fans how cockdrunk you are,” he demands as he thrusts inside me, doing as he asks, a gasp leaves me at the sight of us. I look positively wrecked, like a needy little slut being put in her place by the big bad masked man behind her. It’s goddamn erotic. I’d pay a small fortune to have this moment framed on my walls.
“Please, Daddy. I need more,” I groan, reaching underneath me to squeeze my tits, trying desperately to relieve some of the ache building there. With a curse, he takes his thumb out of my ass in favour of fisting my hair, dragging my upper body off the bed until my back is flush with his covered chest.
“These are my perfect tits, my tight little cunt and ass. No one else touches them, not even you. Got it?” His gritted out words are followed up by him using his clean hand to spank my pussy and pulling on my hair until all I can do is moan and grind back against him.
“Words, baby. Use them,” he growls, breath hot against my ear.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. They’re all yours, I’m just a needy little brat. Please, I need—” My words are cut off by him using his grip on my hair to shove my face down into the mattress. With onehand braced beside my head, his cock pummels in and out of me, merciless as he fucks me into the mattress like it’s his calling in life. Every time he pulls out, until just his thick head is notched at my entrance, makes me want to scream, knowing that in the next instant I’m going to be brutally filled. But I don’t.
I take it all, every single one of his punishing thrusts like a good girl. I urge him on with the slow grind of my hips, my whimpers and pleas for more, even as I think more might just kill me.
“Good girl,” he grunts. “Take it. Take my cock like a good little slut. Show me, showthemhow well you can take a fat cock.”
“Daddy, I’m gonna—”
“That’s it. Come all over my cock, soak me. Mark me as yours,” he grits. “Fucking hell, you’re like a vice around me. That’s my good fucking girl.”
With a sob, I do just that, body arching of the bed, pussy clamping down around him as my legs shake and my head goes fuzzy with my climax.
“Is this what you wanted?” I pant, turning so I can see the camera again. The chat is going insane, my tip jar higher than I’ve ever seen it.
“God yes,” he groans. “Such a perfectly slutty pussy. I can’t get enough. I might just have to tie you to this bed and never let you leave.”
Holy shit. The threats could just be dirty talk, but it feels too real, too raw to be anything but a promise. A promise I want him to keep.
