Unholy Desires

Ripped By My Roommate’s Dad(2)

My throat spasmed and my eyes watered, but holy fuck..I loved it. My cunt clenched so hard it hurt. My hands gripped his thighs.

I needed him to ruin me. I needed him to use me, f**k my mouth like it was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. He didn’t ease up.

He didn’t pause. He shoved in until his c**k hit the back of my throat and held it there.

I gagged.

My nose was pressed to the base of him, his scent so thick and musky I could’ve drowned in it. My body squirmed but I didn’t pull away. I let him use me, let him f**k my mouth like he owned it, like he’d waited years to see me drooling around his c**k.

“Look at you,” he hissed, watching me from above like a king watching his plaything suffer. “Eighteen years old and you suck c**k like you’ve been doing it all your life. f**k, baby. Look at this mess.”

Drool slipped from the corners of my lips, wetting my chest.

His c**k was still inside me.

He pulled out just enough to let me breathe, and then slammed right back in.

I gasped.

Choked.

Moaned.

And f**k, I wanted more.

I wanted it deeper. Harder. I wanted to gag until I couldn’t breathe, until he came down my throat and made me thank him for the privilege.

He didn’t stop.

He used my mouth like it was his personal fucktoy, hips thrusting, hands gripping my skull, jaw tight with control as he f****d me like I was nothing but a teenage slut begging for her best friend’s dad to break her in.

And when he finally groaned?

When his c**k twitched in my mouth?

When he yanked me down hard and spilled down my throat with a growl so rough it made my p***y gush all over again?

I swallowed.

All of it.

Every thick, hot drop.

And I f*****g moaned.

Because I loved it.

I loved the taste of it, the feel of it, the way he didn’t let me up until he was empty, until he was spent, and even then—he didn’t look satisfied.

Not even close.

“You think I’m done with you?” he asked, dragging me up by my hair, my knees wobbling under me. “Get the f**k on the counter again.”

I blinked up at him, lips swollen, face drenched, p***y aching.

“Why?” I whispered.

He smirked again. That evil one. That Daddy one.

“Because I’m gonna bend you over and f**k you, kitten.”

A pause.

“Right here. Right now. And I’m not pulling out.”

He didn’t give me time to breathe.

Didn’t give me a chance to think.

One second I was on my knees, dazed and wrecked with his c*m still hot in my throat, and the next thing I knew, he had me spun around, chest slammed against the cold marble countertop, my ass up, legs spread, p***y soaked and exposed like it had been waiting its whole f*****g life for this moment.

“f**k,” he growled behind me, one hand grabbing my hip so hard I whimpered, the other dragging between my legs to spread me wider. “Look at this p***y. Look how wet she is. You really want me to ruin it, don’t you, kitten?”

I couldn’t speak.

I could barely stand.

My face was flushed, breath catching in my chest, and my ass was already trembling in his grip. I nodded. God, I nodded so hard my vision blurred. I needed it. I needed to feel what it would be like to be taken like this—raw, rough, filthy—by a man twice my age who looked at me like I was nothing but his to use.

“I’ve never done this,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I looked at him through the mirror. “I’m a virgin, Daddy.”

His eyes snapped to mine.

“Not for long.”

And then.

He slammed into me.

I screamed.

My whole body arched back as his c**k stretched me wide, too wide, too f*****g much. I was dripping wet but it didn’t matter—he was massive. I felt every inch of him splitting me open, pressing past every wall I didn’t even know I had, pushing so deep I swore I saw stars. My nails scraped the marble. My thighs shook. My p***y clenched and clenched but it couldn’t stop him.

He didn’t slow down.

He didn’t pause.

He f****d me.

Like I was made for it.

Like my body had been created just to take his c**k and learn how to fall apart from it. He grunted behind me, one hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me up so my back arched even more, t**s bouncing with every thrust, my mouth open in a silent scream as he f****d me harder, deeper, until his hips were slamming against my ass with every filthy slap of skin on skin.

“f**k, kitten,” he groaned into my ear. “You’re so tight. So f*****g tight. Squeezing me like you were made for this c**k. You feel that? You feel how deep I am?”

“Yes!” I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks as my p***y gushed all over him. “I feel it—I feel everything—Daddy, please, don’t stop, I’m gonna—f**k—I’m gonna come..”

He grabbed my throat.

Held it tight from behind while he f****d me into the counter, f*****g me so hard I saw my own t**s bouncing in the mirror with every thrust. His voice was a growl, hot against my ear, brutal and breathless.

“Come on this c**k, baby. Soak it. Let Daddy feel your cunt milk him while I ruin your little p***y forever.”

And I did.

I came so hard my vision went white.

My legs gave out. My mouth dropped open in a cry that wasn’t even human. My p***y spasmed around his c**k like it didn’t want to let go, like it wanted to keep him buried inside forever. My whole body collapsed on the counter, sweat slicking my spine, c*m dripping from me in hot, and he didn’t stop.

He didn’t even f*****g slow down.

“I told you I wasn’t pulling out,” he grunted, grabbing my hips and slamming into me over and over, chasing his own release, so deep I swore he was in my f*****g soul. “I’m gonna fill you, kitten. Gonna breed this p***y, stretch her full of Daddy’s c*m. Gonna f**k you every night until you’re mine.”

I cried out, completely broken.

And when he came?

When he shoved in to the base and roared my name like he was claiming me, thick, hot c*m flooding my womb like it belonged there..

I didn’t want it to stop.

I wanted more.

Even as I lay there shaking, body wrecked, legs numb, mind melted—I whispered, through swollen lips and trembling moans..

“Again.”

Again.”

I whispered it, but it sounded like I screamed it. Maybe because my body was still convulsing, still twitching, still leaking his c*m and holding on to every inch of his c**k like it was terrified he’d leave.

But he didn’t leave.

Oh no.

He laughed.

A chuckle that made my n*****s harden all over again and my cunt clench even though I was already wrecked beyond belief. It wasn’t a sweet laugh. It was the sound a man makes when he’s about to keep going. When he knows he’s already broken you and he’s still not satisfied.

“You want more?” he said, his voice grinding against my spine like sandpaper, like it was dragging its fingers up the inside of my soul. “You think this p***y can take more after I just filled it up like that?”

And the thing is—I didn’t even think. I just nodded. Hard. Like a f*****g bobblehead on a car dashboard. My brain was jelly. My thighs were shaking. My face was smashed against the marble counter and I could barely breathe but I still nodded like I was begging him to rip me open even more.

Because I was.

Because I wanted it.

Because I was 18 and stupid and soaking and had no self-control and apparently no shame either.

“Please,” I begged. And I meant it. Every syllable. “Please, Daddy. f**k me again. I can take it. I want to take it. I wanna feel it again, I wanna feel you ruin me again.”

He didn’t say anything. Not at first.

He just reached down between my thighs and dragged his fingers through the c*m still dripping out of me like he was checking how much he’d already put in. Like he wanted to see if his mess was still warm.

And then?

He shoved those fingers into my mouth.

And I sucked.

God help me..I sucked my own c*m off his fingers like a girl possessed. I moaned around them, slurped like a greedy little slut, tongue swirling around his knuckles like I was trying to prove something. Like I wanted him to see just how much I loved it. Just how far gone I was.

“My filthy f*****g kitten,” he growled. “You want Daddy to f**k this hole again even though you’re still leaking?”

I nodded with my mouth full.

Moaned around his fingers.

Swallowed like the good girl I wasn’t.

“Yes,” I gasped when he pulled his hand away. “Yes, yes, please—I want your c**k. I want to feel it again. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care if I cry. I want it inside me, Daddy. Please. Please.”

He grabbed me by the waist like he was done with talking and lifted me off the counter. Just lifted me. Like I was nothing. Like I didn’t weigh a thing. My legs dangled. My brain short-circuited. My mouth was still open and my eyes were still rolling and I was already dripping down my thighs when he carried me out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

And I should’ve asked where we were going. I should’ve cared.

But I didn’t.

Because the second he kicked open the door to the master shower and pressed me against the cold glass, I knew.

He wanted to f**k me against it.

Still wet.

Still stretched.

Still full of him.

And I was going to let him.

The door slammed shut behind us. My back was against the glass. My hair was stuck to my face. My chest was heaving like I’d just run a marathon barefoot and naked through a thunderstorm and he didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath.

“You want it again, baby?” he asked. “Then get on your knees. Again.”

And I dropped so fast I swear I almost bruised them.

My hands were shaking.

Not cute, girly trembles. No. Full-on earthquake-level trembles. Like my whole body knew what was coming and still couldn’t handle it. My thighs were still wet. His c*m was literally leaking from me and I didn’t even care. I wanted more. My whole body wanted more. My brain was screaming no, but my mouth? My mouth was open and begging.

And my knees?

They hit the cold tile like they f**king belonged there.

I didn’t even look away.