85 Virgin Sins: Taboo Runs Wild

I'm all yours, Daddy...

~~Joan~~

It was afternoon… Julie had already left for a date. Well, should I say it was my luck? The house felt too quiet, almost sinful in its silence. I sat in the living room, pretending to scroll through my phone, but my ears were sharp, waiting for any sign of him.

I remembered the bet. The way Julia teased me. The way I swore to myself I’d win.

So I slipped into the hallway, heading for my room—not to rest, but to check if he was still fixing the shower tap.

I pushed my door open… and froze.

He was coming out of my room at the same time, head slightly down, towel slung loose around his waist. We bumped—hard.

The towel slipped.

It hit the floor.

For a second I forgot how to breathe. My gaze dropped without permission, and—f**k. His c**k. Thick, heavy, flushed, hanging like it owned the space between us.

I jerked my head away, heat flooding my face.

"You’re looking away?" his voice was low, rough, almost taunting.

I swallowed.

"I thought you wanted this all along," he said, stepping closer, his breath brushing my cheek. "Why take your eyes away now?"

"I… am…" I stuttered, voice shaking.

In one smooth motion, he pinned me back against the door. His body was solid, unyielding, and his huge c**k was now pressed against my stomach—hot and impossibly hard.

"You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?" he growled. "I’m sure right now… you’re already wet."

"No… I’m not… and I think you’re mistaking," I stuttered.

Even with the lie, I could only wish he’d shove his fingers down my throat, make me gag, and force me to swallow. I’d admit it—yes, I’d want him to wrap those hands around my neck, choke me, make me beg… beg for his c**k, for his c*m.

"You think so, huh?" he said, and this time, he took my hands and pinned them high above my head—so tight I could barely move.

I couldn’t nod. I just stared at his bare chest, my hunger clawing at me. I wanted to keep rubbing, keep wiggling, so his c**k would keep spilling warm, hot streams against my belly.

His grip tightened until my wrists ached, and his chest brushed mine—hot, firm, smelling of soap and something darker.

"You’re lying to me," he murmured, almost amused, but I could feel the weight in his voice.

My thighs pressed together, useless against the throb between them.

He shifted his hips just enough for the thick heat of him to drag against my belly, smearing me in his slick. My breath caught—sharp and shaky.

"Feel that? That’s what you’ve been begging for without saying a word," he growled.

I wanted to deny it, to push him away, but his hand slid down, fingers tracing over my stomach until they dipped lower—lower—pausing just above the place that ached most.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I—" my voice cracked, my nails curling into my palms.

"Say you want it, or I’ll make you gag on it until you can’t breathe," he warned, his lips brushing my ear.

I gasped.

Everything I wanted was right in front of me—

the monstrous c**k of my best friend’s father.

His hands. His mouth.

That filthy tongue I knew would end up deep in my ass.

“Say you want it… beg for it… you have to earn it,” he growled, dropping to his knees like a predator about to feed.

He yanked my pants down in one rough pull, forcing my thighs apart until I was spread wide open for him.

Then his mouth was on me—licking from the base of my slit, dragging his tongue all the way up as if he was trying to eat the soul out of my p***y.

Maybe I should’ve shaved a little more… but he didn’t give a damn.

He devoured me, tongue working its way right to the tip of my clit, sucking it into his mouth and rolling it between his lips like he wanted to own it.

Yes… yes… f**k… I want you, Sir," I moaned, my voice breaking as my hand fisted in his hair, shoving his face harder against me.

"No… no," he murmured against my soaked p***y, his voice dark and amused.

"It’s not ‘Sir’ to you," he growled, lifting his head just enough for his eyes to catch mine before his mouth slammed back down on me. "It’s Daddy… Jo."

My breath hitched as his tongue pushed deep, f*****g me with wet, ruthless strokes.

"Now… use the right words," he said between licks, his fingers digging into my thighs to keep me spread wide. "Say it. Beg me."

"I… I want you to destroy me… I want you to ruin my p***y… please, Daddy," I whimpered, my hips rocking against his mouth.

His tongue slowed just enough to make me ache, his teeth grazing my clit until I cried out.

"You’ve been a bad little girl," he said roughly, lips slick with me. "Looking at something you can’t even handle. Thinking about taking c**k you aren’t ready for. You want it so bad you’re dripping for me, aren’t you?"

"Yes… f**k—yes, Daddy… I’m dripping… I need you…" I moaned, my whole body shaking under the relentless pressure of his mouth.

He gave a deep, satisfied groan and buried his face in me again, devouring me like he owned every inch of my body.

His mouth never stopped, lapping at me with a feral hunger that made my toes curl and my thighs quake.

“Tell me how bad you want it, Jo,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips as his tongue pressed deep inside me. “Say it. Tell me how wet you are for me.”

“I… I’m so wet… please… Daddy… I need you… I’m yours…” I gasped, my voice trembling, my body practically melting under him.

He chuckled, low and dark, the vibration rolling straight through my core as he licked and sucked harder, sliding his tongue along the tip of my clit and plunging back inside me, tasting every drop.

“You’re such a filthy little girl… so desperate… so needy,” he hissed, his hand sliding between my legs, spreading me wider as he kept eating me out. “You like being ruined by me, don’t you?”

“Yes… yes… ruin me… make me yours… please, Daddy…” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body shaking from the relentless stimulation.

He grinned against me, then plunged two fingers inside, curling them in all the right ways while his mouth relentlessly devoured my p***y, sucking, flicking, licking, making me lose control entirely.

Every filthy word he spat, every flick of his tongue, every rough press of his fingers, made my heart pound and my body scream. I was his completely, trembling, begging, and dripping for him…

His eyes locked onto mine as he sank lower, and I felt the hot press of his mouth on me again.

“Open wider, Jo,” he growled, his tongue sliding into me with a force that made me gasp and shiver. He licked me slowly at first, circling my slit, then dug deeper, plunging his tongue like he wanted to taste every inch of me.

I moaned loud, arching into him, my fingers clutching at his hair as he flicked the tip of my clit with the flat of his tongue. Then he shoved two fingers inside me, pumping hard while his mouth didn’t stop.

“Oh f**k… Daddy…” I whimpered, trembling. “Please… don’t stop…”

He growled, sucking on my clit, his lips harsh and relentless, while his fingers scissored inside me, pressing against that spot that made me see stars. He hummed against me, vibrating his mouth over my most sensitive places, dragging me higher and higher.

“Filthy little p***y… you taste so good… so wet for me,” he said, sliding a third finger in, curling them just right while his tongue lapped, flicked, and teased every nerve.

I was shaking, almost delirious, moaning his name over and over, my hips jerking into his mouth, desperate for more of him. His mouth and fingers worked together in perfect, ruthless rhythm, punishing and thrilling me at the same time.

“I’m yours… all yours… please, Daddy…” I begged, my voice raw, every word dripping with need.

He growled, sucking my clit into his mouth with a wet, sloppy noise, his fingers plunging and curling inside me, until I could feel the edge of release building, so sharp and filthy I thought I might shatter right there.