46. Ruined By My Father’s Best Friend III
46. Ruined By My Father’s Best Friend III
His strokes got faster.
The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of lube filled the room, mixing with Cherry’s breathy whimpers from the TV speakers he’d turned down just enough that the house wouldn’t hear.
He slapped his cock against his palm with heavy, meaty thuds, then dragged the head through the puddle of pre-cum pooling on his abs.
His other hand dropped to his balls, heavy and tight, rolling them slowly, tugging, then slapping them just hard enough to sting.
His fist flew now, pumping hard, lube dripping down his balls, making everything sloppy and loud.
He slapped his balls again, harder, the sharp pain shooting straight to the base of his spine.
“Good girl… finger that fucking pussy just like that… look how wet you are for me…”
Rex's wrecked moan and groans filled the room.
He was lost.
Every ounce of shame, every promise he’d made to himself, every time he’d sworn he’d never touch her—all of it burned away.
He didn’t care that he was a sick fuck.
Didn’t care that tomorrow he’d hate himself again.
All he cared about was the pressure building in his balls, the way his cock throbbed in his fist, the way Cherry’s moans filled the room like she was right there riding him.
He pumped faster, hips fucking up into his hand, breath coming in harsh pants.
Rex groaned, low, deep, and filthy.
“That’s it, baby. Finger that little cunt for me. Show me how good you’re gonna soak this fat cock."
Cherry’s fingers pumped faster on screen, her back arching with every thrust.
He mirrored her rhythm—two fingers’ worth of grip pumping his shaft while his thumb rubbed the sensitive spot under the head on every upstroke.
“Finger that little cunt harder, baby.
Pretend it’s my cock stretching you open.
You want that, don’t you?
Want your dad’s best friend to ruin that pretty little pussy.”
Cherry’s back arched hard, her fingers plunging deeper and faster as she moaned in that needy, slutty whimper:
“I miss you Dylan… oh fuck, Dylan, yes… want your dick so bad…”
Rex’s jaw clenched so tight his teeth creaked.
Hearing her moan and spread that perfect cunt for some college low life who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her lit a fire in his gut hotter than lust.
He hated Dylan.
Hated that some undeserving, spoiled little kid got to hear those moans in person.
Got to feel that pussy clench around his cock.
Got to watch those tits bounce while he fucked her.
His fist tightened around his own dick, stroking harder, faster, almost punishing.
“She should be screaming my name,” he snarled at the screen, voice raw.
“Should be bouncing on my cock, not that little brat’s.”
The jealousy only made him harder, the rage twisting with the pleasure until he couldn’t tell them apart.
His balls drew up tight.
He slapped them again, hard, the sharp pain shooting straight to his spine.
Rex’s hips lifted off the bed, fucking his fist faster, sweat rolling down his chest despite the air conditioning.
“Yes, Cherry… fuck yes… bounce those pretty tits for me, good girl…”
His voice cracked on the last word.
He couldn’t hold it back anymore.
He pumped faster, wrist twisting, lube squelching, balls smacking his thigh with every brutal stroke.
The wet, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick got louder, faster.
“Cherry… fuck… gonna come so hard for you, baby…”
His balls drew up tight, cock swelling impossibly thicker in his fist. He slapped them one last time, hard, the sting pushing him right to the edge.
“Yes, baby… oh fuck… take it.... take your uncle’s cum, you perfect little… fuck… Cherry!”
He came with a roar that rattled the bed frame. His hips bucked off the bed as thick ropes of cum shoot across his fist, his abs, and splattering the sheets.
One shot hitting the bottom of the TV screen and sliding down Cherry’s frozen, moaning image like he was painting her himself.
He kept stroking through it, milking every drop, groaning her name like a mantra, until his cock twitched weakly and his chest heaved like he’d run ten miles.
He was still catching his breath when the door suddenly flew open.
His blood spiked; he wanted to cover up the evidence of his depravity, but it was too late.
Cherry already saw everything….