85 Virgin Sins: Taboo Runs Wild

I begged, I cum..

~~Joan~~

I didn’t realize I could be handled so roughly… but it was everything I had ever dreamed of. Those huge hands… the way he could control me, make me completely his.

Without a word, he lifted me and dropped me onto the bed. I scrambled instinctively, but he had me exactly where he wanted.

This time, I had the clearest view of everything—my eyes already wet from the relentless torture of my p***y.

My legs spread on their own, instinctively, opening wide to that gigantic c**k of his—still rock hard, swollen, ready to split me in half, to ruin me completely.

“No, pumpkin… I don’t f**k from the front. Daddy prefers from the back,” he said roughly.

My eyes went wide.

“Turn around… spread those legs… get on all fours. This is exactly what you begged for. Now let Daddy f**k you and show you who owns that tight little cunt,” he growled.

His fingers trailed from the edge of my ass up my back to my bra. He didn’t unhook it gently—he tore it off.

A wicked shiver ran through me. My breasts fell forward, n*****s pressing against the mattress, exposed and aching.

He pressed me flat against the bed with both hands, then reached down to my breasts. He grabbed them hard, kneading roughly, squeezing and pinching like he wanted to mark them. My back arched instinctively, my body burning from his touch, every nerve screaming for more.

I was trembling on all fours, my p***y slick and aching, my ass lifted, ready for him. He positioned himself behind me, that rock-hard c**k pressing against my wet folds, teasing me mercilessly.

“God, look at you… dripping for me already,” he growled, one hand gripping my hip, the other pressing my back down, forcing me to stay right where he wanted. “You wanted this… begged for it… now Daddy’s going to f**k you like the filthy little slut you are.”

Before I could brace myself, he slammed into me from behind. The sudden stretch made me gasp and whimper, my fingers digging into the sheets. His c**k filled me completely, and the roughness of him combined with the way he gripped my hips made me cry out.

“f**k… you feel so good, pumpkin,” he groaned, thrusting hard, every movement driving me higher. “So tight… so wet… all mine.”

His hands didn’t stop at my hips. One traveled down, dipping into my p***y while he continued pounding into me. His fingers teased my clit mercilessly, rubbing and flicking it in rhythm with his c**k, sending jolts of fire straight through me.

I moaned his name, my chest pressing to the mattress, n*****s flattened, every nerve alive with his touch.

“You’re mine, Jo… every inch of you belongs to me,” he growled, hammering into me harder, faster. My back arched, my ass jiggling with every brutal thrust, and my p***y clenched around him, hot and needy.

He whispered filthy things in my ear, his tongue brushing against it as he bit the shell gently, his words making me shiver. “Beg me… tell me you love my c**k, tell me you want to c*m on it…”

“Yes… Daddy… I love your c**k… I need it… I’m going to c*m for you…” I cried out, my body trembling as his fingers flicked my clit and his c**k f****d me without mercy.

Every thrust, every rough grip, every filthy word pushed me closer to the edge, my world reduced to him, me, and the raw, searing pleasure he was giving me.

“Daddy… I… I’m gonna c*m…” I gasped, my chest heaving, my hips jerking back into him, desperate for more.

“That’s it, pumpkin… let go… scream for me,” he growled, slamming into me harder, faster, his c**k stretching me perfectly, his fingers rubbing me raw.

The sensation was overwhelming—my p***y clenched, my walls fluttered, and I cummed with a scream, hot and wet around him, every nerve on fire. He didn’t stop. He kept f*****g me through it, forcing me to ride out every wave of pleasure while his fingers circled my clit mercilessly.

“Oh f**k… you’re mine… all mine,” he growled, burying his face in my neck, his c**k pounding deep and relentless. I felt his body tense, his own release building, and the sound of his groan sent another shiver through me.

I came again, shivering, crying out his name, my p***y spasming around him as he kept driving into me, rough, urgent, dominant. My breasts bounced against the mattress, n*****s pressed raw from his hands, and every filthy word from him only made me writhe more.

Finally, with a guttural roar, he stiffened, gripping my hips, and slammed into me as he came, filling me completely, his hot, throbbing c**k pulsing inside me. My walls clenched around him, drawing every drop, my body shaking, trembling, and spent from the intensity.

He stayed inside me, heavy and warm, breathing hard, hands still gripping my hips and back, and whispered against my ear, “You’re mine, Jo… always mine. Every inch… every moan… every scream… mine.”

I lay there, trembling, my p***y slick, my body still tingling from the waves of pleasure, completely wrecked—and completely his.

I thought we were done… thought I could finally catch my breath.

But he wasn’t finished.

“Get on your knees, Jo… face down, ass up,” he growled, gripping my hips. I obeyed without thinking. The angle slammed him deep inside me, every hard thrust pressing into me with relentless force.

“Oh f**k… you feel so good like this… just like I imagined,” he groaned, hammering into me roughly, his fingers digging into my ass, thumbs pressing against my clit while he f****d me like he wanted to own me completely.

I was shaking, trembling, every nerve on fire… and then the door opened.

Julie.

It wasn’t the shock of seeing her that hit me—it was the look on her face. That sly, teasing smirk. I realized immediately… it was a bet.

And I had won.

Being f****d by my best friend’s father had been the hottest, filthiest thing I’d experienced all school year.

But what made my stomach drop was what he said next.

“Don’t just stand there, Julie, acting all innocent… join us,” he said, his voice low, dangerous, commanding. “Haven’t you been taught a lesson before, huh?”

I gasped, stunned, my p***y pulsing around him as I stared at Julie. Shock and a rush of heat tore through me at the same time.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. My best friend’s father… and now Julie, his own daughter.

My body was on fire with a craving I couldn’t control. The thought of him taking both of us, of the two of us together under him… it was the ultimate, unholy taboo. My p***y ached, my ass burned from his earlier roughness, and yet I wanted more. I wanted him… and I wanted Julie to see it, to be part of it.

He gripped my hips, forcing me down, his c**k still buried inside me, pulsing hot and hard. “You’re going to learn what it means to beg, Jo… and Julie… you’ll watch, you’ll join… or you’ll regret it,” he growled.

My heart was pounding, every nerve alive. I could feel Julie’s eyes on me, and I could feel her heat, her arousal matching mine. The forbidden thrill made me shiver uncontrollably.

“I… I want it… all of it…” I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my p***y still throbbing around him.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.”

My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just s*x… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.