Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
He pulls back just enough to look at me, a naughty gleam in his eyes. “You want this as much as I do.”
I want to deny it, to say something clever, but all I can do is nod.
He lifts me, palms flat under my ass, and sets me on the stair. My legs open automatically, and he steps between them, the press of his cock against me making my head swim. I reach for his belt, fingers clumsy, and he grabs my wrist, pinning it above my head. With his other hand, he unbuttons my jeans, sliding them and my panties down in one practiced motion.
The air is cold on my skin, and for a moment I panic, thinking about who might come through the door. But then he’s there, pushing into my vag, and nothing else matters.
“Ohhh,” I cry out. “Unh!”
It’s fast and filthy, the kind of sex that leaves marks and bruises in the shape of hands. He lifts my shirt, exposes my bra, then unclasps it in a single flick. My tits bounce free, nipples instantly hard, and he sucks one into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make me gasp. I rake my nails down his back, leaving crescent moons in his flesh.
“Oooh Thomas,” I moan, my head tilting back. “Yessss.”
He’s all the way inside me now, his cock stretching my pussy almost painfully. Each thrust grinds me harder against the step, the bone of my spine rubbing against the cinder block, but I love it. I dig my heels into his ass, locking him deeper. The slap of skin is obscenely loud, and I bury my face in his shoulder to muffle the cries that want to rip out of me.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he grits out. “Like you were made for me.”
I can barely breathe, but I manage, “You say that to all the girls in stairwells?”
He bites my earlobe. “You’re the only one I want to fuck like this. The only one I want to ruin.”
His words flip a switch inside me. I start to come, my body shaking so hard I almost slip off the step. He holds me there, pinned and trembling, and I squirt—an honest to god rush, hot and wet, soaking his cock and my own thighs. It’s so intense, so shocking, I whimper and clamp down around him, convulsing as the orgasm rips through me.
“Ohhh!” I squeal. “Unnnh!”
My pussy shudders violently, dissolving into powerful spasms as hot juice gushes everywhere. Thomas doesn’t stop, just fucks me through it, relentless.
“That’s my nasty little whore,” he rasps. “You have a horny cunt that needs Daddy’s dick 24/7, don’t you? Even after I fucked that kitty hard last night, you need it again.”
To my horror, I hear Stella’s voice, distant but coming closer: “I found it! Give me a second, I need a hand with this thing!”
Thomas slows, buries himself to the hilt, and lifts me off the step, supporting my weight with his hands. He looks at me, sweat running down the side of his face, eyes feral. “You want more?” he whispers.
I nod, too fucked out to speak.
“Ride me,” he says, and sits on the step, pulling me into his lap. I straddle him, legs shaking, feeling the aftershocks still rolling through me. He’s still hard, cock wet and glistening with my orgasm. Somehow, I’ve lost all my clothes and am now completely nude, with my huge tits trembling, the nipples peaked.
“Daddy, we have to—”
“Shhh,” he rasps. “I know you want it, baby. Now squeeze that tight ass down on my fuckpole, baby. Show me what you can do.”
He pushes his cock against my other hole, the forbidden star of my ass. I freeze, but he’s already got two fingers in, slick from my own come, and works them around until the tip slides in. The stretch is obscene, a slow burn that borders on pain. I bite my lip, hard, and steady myself on his shoulders. Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I actually going to ride Thomas’s huge penis with my ass, in a public stairwell of our dorm? His daughter could burst in on us at any moment.
But my lover seems immune to the danger. He pushes deeper, all the way, until his ten inch shaft is buried in my rectum. My head falls back, eyes rolling, and I moan, low and guttural.
“Unnnh,” I grunt. “Mmmph.”
“You’re my buttslut,” he murmurs, and I feel my pussy clench in answer. “You just took Daddy’s cock all the way into your slutty asshole without even blinking. I always knew you were an anal whore, my little cock-hungry girl.”
Then, he begins to move. He bounces me on his cock, using my hips as handles, and the movement is so raw, so animal, I feel like I’m outside my own body, watching from above. My huge tits shake with every thrust, the cold air pinching my nipples even harder. I claw at his back, at his chest, anywhere I can grab, just to keep from flying apart.