47. Ruined By My Father’s Best Friend IV

47. Ruined By My Brother’s Best Friend IV
Cherry’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the debauched sight of her father’s best friend (the man who’d scared off every boy who ever looked at her too long) sitting on the edge of his bed with his hand wrapped around the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen.

The TV in front of him was still playing the video of her moaning Dylan’s name like a desperate little slut.

Her heart had been racing since the second she saw his reply.

She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except picture her dad’s face watching her masturbate.

So she’d thrown on the first thing she found (the same red thong from the video, still damp, and a thin white tank that barely reached her hips) and crept down the hall, barefoot, planning to plead, threaten, cry, whatever it took to make him delete it.

Instead, she walked straight into hell.

The sound hit her first. Her own wet, shameless moans filled the room, loud enough that she felt them in her clit.

Then the smell: sweat, lube, and raw, fresh cum.

Cherry’s knees almost buckled.

“Uncle Rex… how could you?!”

The words came out high and cracked, half-horrified, half-something else she didn’t want to name.

Rex didn’t even flinch. He just sat there, cock still in his fist, with his gunmetal eyes locked on her like a wolf that had finally caught its prey.

Cherry’s mouth went dry.

She was suddenly very aware she was standing in his doorway wearing nothing but a soaked thong and a tank top that did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were.

Rex’s gaze dragged down her body, slowly, lingering on the wet spot darkening the front of her thong, then back up to her face.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his thumb lazily swiping another bead of cum off the head of his dick.

Cherry swallowed, thighs pressing together on instinct.

She was here to beg.

But the way he was looking at her (like he already knew exactly how this night was going to end) made her pussy clench so hard she almost moaned.

No, no, no, what’s wrong with you, idiot? Don’t fall for this.

The sound of her moaning on the TV pulled her back to the room, and her face turned blotchy.

She rushed inside and lunged for the remote on the nightstand, her fingers shaking so hard she nearly dropped it.

She stabbed the power button.

The screen went black.

“How could you be so fucking shameless?!” she hissed, her voice trembling.

“What do you think my dad will say if he finds out you’re… you’re jerking off to me like some sick pervert?!”

Rex’s mouth curved, not with a smile, but something darker.

“Your dad would probably say his little girl’s grown into a proper cock-hungry slut who sends her pussy to any boy with a phone.”

Cherry gaped, mouth open, cheeks burning scarlet.

Rex leaned forward slightly, his cock still half-hard and dripping.

“Close your mouth, Cherry. You’ll catch flies. Or something thicker.”

She snapped her jaw shut, but her eyes betrayed her, dropping straight to his cock again. Ten inches, thick as her wrist, with veins standing out angry and flushed.

It jerked under her stare, like it knew she was looking.

“You’re disgusting,” she spat, but her voice cracked, and her nipples were rock-hard under the thin tank top.

Rex finally moved.

He stood up, kicked his jeans off completely, and took one step toward her. Then another, until he was close enough that she had to crane her neck to look up at him.

“Disgusting?” he repeated, his voice low and rough.

“You’re the one who sent me a ten-minute video of your fingers fucking that pretty little cunt while you moaned some college boy’s name.”

His hand came up, his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth.

“That sounds more disgusting to me, little Cherry.”

Cherry’s breath hitched.

She hated him. Hated how right he was.

“I hate you,” she whispered.

Rex’s eyes darkened. “Yeah?”

He leaned down until his mouth brushed her ear, his stubble scraping her skin.

“Then why is your pussy soaking through that thong right now, little girl?”

She shivered, couldn’t help it.

He stepped back, just enough to look at her. His dark eyes raked over her body like he was memorizing every inch.

“Take that top off.”

It wasn’t a request.

Cherry’s hands moved before her brain caught up, grabbing the hem and peeling it over her head. Her tits bounced free, heavy and perfect.

Rex’s cock jerked hard, a fresh bead of pre-cum rolling down the head.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Been dreaming about these tits for three years.”

He reached out, cupped one roughly, his thumb dragging over her nipple until she gasped. Then his other hand, pinching, tugging, and rolling them between his fingers like he owned them.

“You hate me?” he asked, his voice gravel.

“Good. Hate me while I make this pussy cum harder than that little boyfriend ever could.”

He pushed her back until her knees hit the bed and she fell. Her boobs bounced around and her legs splayed wide open for him.

Rex dropped to his knees between them without hesitation.

He didn’t bother asking for permission.

He just shoved her thighs wide, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in her pussy.

The first lick was slow, filthy, from her entrance to her clit, his tongue broad and hot and perfect.

Cherry screamed, her back arching off the bed.

Rex didn’t stop.

He ate her like a starving man, tongue-fucking her deep and sucking her clit until her legs trembled around his head.

His hands gripped her ass, lifting her higher and spreading her wider.

She came in under a minute, her thighs clamping around his head, and pussy gushing over his tongue like a broken faucet.

Her hips bucked wildly but he didn’t let her come down.

He just kept licking, slower now, savoring every drop.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was shiny with her juices, stubble wet, and eyes black with hunger.

“Turn over,” he ordered, his voice wrecked.

“Ass up. I’m not done.”

Cherry was already lost. She rolled over, got on her knees, and buried her face in the pillow.

Her ass jutted in the air, pussy dripping down her thighs.

Rex groaned behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks wide.

Then his tongue was on her again, from her clit to her asshole, licking, sucking, and fucking her with it until she was sobbing into the sheets.

When he finally stood, stroking his cock, he lined up against her soaked entrance. He rubbed the head over her clit and pushed in slowly.

Cherry screamed into the pillow.

Rex didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against her clit. Then he leaned over her, his chest resting against her back, his mouth brushing her ear.

“You’re not a little girl anymore, Cherry,” he growled. “And I’m done pretending I don’t want to ruin you.”