Taking daddy's c*ck 5
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The tension at the table was suffocating. I sat between the two most important men in my life, and I felt like I was losing my mind. Joe was on my left, happily eating and talking about his week, while Mason sat on my right, looking like the perfect, polite host.
But under the table, it was a different story.
Mason’s hand was back exactly where it wanted to be. He didn't even look at me; he kept eye contact with my dad, nodding along to his stories, while his fingers worked inside me with a slow, cruel rhythm. Every time he pushed deeper, I had to grip the edge of my seat to keep from falling off the stool.
Suddenly, he hit that same spot from earlier, and a loud, sharp moan escaped my lips.
"Nina?" Dad stopped talking, his fork halfway to his mouth. He looked at me with worried eyes. "Sweet bean, what's wrong? You okay?"
I felt my face turn bright red. Mason’s fingers didn't stop; if anything, he started moving them faster, teasing me because he knew I couldn't scream.
"I... I’m fine, Dad," I choked out, my voice trembling. "I just... I fell during volleyball practice. My hip is really throbbing. It just caught me off guard."
"Oh, no," Joe said, shaking his head. "You need to be more careful. Do you need some ice or some ibuprofen?"
"I've got it covered, Joe," Mason interrupted, his voice calm and steady. He finally looked at me, a dark, predatory hunger in his eyes. "I'll make sure she gets exactly what she needs for the pain once we're finished here."
He pushed a third finger in, stretching me wide right under the table. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying to look at my dad while Mason was turning my insides to liquid.
I bowed my head, my eyes rolling back as he dug into me. I couldn't hide my heavy breathing anymore. When we finished eating, Mason reached for the plates, but I wasn't ready for him to stop. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back, guiding his hand back to where I needed it.
Joe smiled, completely oblivious. "Don't worry about the mess, Mason. I’ll take them. You’ve done enough."
Dad stood up and carried the plates to the sink, turning his back to us. The second he was gone, Mason’s smirk grew. He doubled his fingers inside me, pushing deep and fast. I gasped, slamming my forehead down onto the kitchen island to muffle my voice. I felt like I was going to explode.
When Dad finished the dishes, he turned around and saw me slumped over. "Aww, Nina. Are you that tired, sweet bean?"
"Uh-huh," I managed to groan, my body still shaking.
"Okay, let's get you to bed," Joe said. He walked over and lifted me up in his arms.
Behind his back, Mason slowly withdrew his hand. I watched, breathless, as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, his eyes locked on mine the whole time.
Dad carried me upstairs, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead. I pretended to be fast asleep until I heard his footsteps fade away and his bedroom door click shut. I lay there in the dark for hours, my body still humming with a Need I couldn't satisfy myself.
At 3:00 AM, my door creaked open. A tall, dark shadow stepped into the moonlight.
"I told you I’d take care of the pain, Nina," Mason whispered, his voice vibrating through the quiet room. He walked toward the bed, unbuckling his belt.
Without warning, Mason grabbed my waist and flipped me over onto my stomach. Before I could even catch my breath, he drove the entire length of his c**k into me from behind.
"Ah!" I gasped, burying my face into the pillow to muffle the sound. I tried to push back against him, protesting weakly. "Mason, stop..."
"Stop?" he whispered, his voice dark and mocking as he slammed into me again. "Isn't this what you wanted? I’m giving you exactly what you asked for."
I let out a shaky moan, my fingers gripping the bedsheets. "What if Dad hears us? He's right down the hall!"
"Then you better keep your voice down," he warned, leaning over me until his chest pressed into my back. "Unless you want your daddy to come in here and see what his perfect princess is really doing in the middle of the night."
Suddenly, I felt a sharp, new sensation. He wiggled his finger into my asshole, stretching me in a way I’d never felt before. I almost screamed, my body tensing in shock.
I tried to fight it, squirming under his weight, but he didn't care. He was relentless, his c**k and his finger working together to fill me completely.
Soon enough, the protest died in my throat. The pain, and the overwhelming fullness started to feel good—too good. I started moving my hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate for more.
"Who’s your daddy, Nina?" he growled, his pace becoming fast and brutal.
"You," I sobbed into the pillow, all my shame disappearing. "You... you're my daddy, Mason. f**k me, daddy!"
He let out a low, guttural grunt, his hands digging into my hips as he drilled into me, making the bed creak dangerously loud in the silent house.
Mason kept hammering into me, harder and harder, until the pleasure became so intense it turned into tears. I was sobbing into the pillow, my body shaking with every brutal thrust.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps thudded in the hallway, heading straight for my door.
"Nina?"
My heart stopped.
Dad stepped into the room, dressed in his scrubs and looking frazzled. He didn't even turn on the light, thank God. He just hurried to my bedside.
"I'm so sorry, sweet bean," he whispered, sounding out of breath. "I just got a call. Emergency surgery—a kid got into a bad accident. I have to go right now."
I could barely breathe, let alone speak. I just lay there with my heart racing, feeling the cold air hitting my wet skin under the covers. Dad leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"I'm sorry I couldn't spend more time. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay," I managed to squeak out.
He hurried out, and a moment later, I heard the front door slam and his car engine start. As the sound of his tires faded down the street, the room went dead silent.
Mason crawled out from underneath the bed. "Alright, where were we?"
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