Page 39 of Stranded
Whimpering, I spread my legs and reached a hand between my thighs to stroke myself.
“Uh-uh.” He grabbed me by the wrist. “Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?”
“But, Daddy.”
“You’re here to pleasure me. To do what I say.”
He slicked his hand down his cock with bold strokes. I followed the movement, my tongue thirsty for a sip of him.
When he was fully erect, he squirted the lube onto his cock. Holding the backs of my thighs, he pushed them forward and shoved his cock into me, claiming me in one hard thrust.
I hissed a breath. Reaching between our bodies, I felt around my hole, moaning at the way he filled me.
“You like that, don’t you?” he rasped. “Like that big, thick cock filling your hungry pussy.”
“Yes! I love it. I missed it so much. Daddy, please.”
I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward. When he moved in a steady rhythm, slamming my hips into the bed, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on for the ride of my life. He rocked in and out of my body with a wild frenzy, and every time he hit my prostate, sparks raced through me.
“That’s it,” he moaned. “Be my slut. Take it. Take every inch of that cock in your hole. Let me breed that ass.”
“Yes.” I panted, my breath quick and shallow. “You feel so good, Daddy. So, so fucking good.”
“That’s right. I know exactly what you want.” He canted his hips, circling and forcing himself all the way inside. “When you act up like this, my little heathen, I know you need a hard fuck to get you back in line. Isn’t that right?”
I nodded, straining my neck to watch him ruin me. Fuck, I would have agreed to being the devil if it meant he kept stretching my hole.
When he pulled out, I grasped his cock and guided it back into me. He laughed. I almost hated him then for knowing how weak I was for him, but how could I? He gave it to me good, just the way I wanted it. Leaving me desperate to come, climbing and climbing…
He withdrew again, but before I could protest, he shoved three fingers inside me and wriggled them around roughly.
“Daddy,” I whined.
“You want something? Tell me.”
“I want you to make me come. Fuck your baby girl and make me your slut.”
“Jesus, Aiden. That mouth on you. Who knew your mother raised such a deviant little cockwhore? You just love your stepdad’s big dick up in that pussy. Don’t you, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
Jackson pulled out his fingers, picked me up, and walked to the wall, where he pressed my back against the cool surface. I’d barely wrapped my arms around his neck when he draped my legs over his arms and lowered me onto his cock. With one powerful thrust, he was fully seated inside me.
“Oh my God!” I dug my fingers into his flesh.
“Good girl,” he crooned while he punched up over and over while I hung on for dear life.
Each movement became more frenzied than the last. My back rubbed against the wall, but I ignored the discomfort. Sensations cascaded throughout every inch of my body until I felt like I had no control over myself anymore. I was his hole to use…to wreck…to mark…to breed.
“Fuck!” he cried hoarsely. His cum spurting inside me did it, triggering my release. I clung tightly to him, tears streaming down my face, and hollering like I was possessed while I pulsed around his cock.
Jackson’s arms trembled. With a groan, he pulled his head back and tried to kiss me. I averted my head and buried my face into his neck.
“Aiden, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, his tone laced with worry.
I hid my smile and shook my head.
“You’re not still worried about your mother, are you? I didn’t have sex with her. You have to believe me.”
