Chapter 6
VICKY’S POV
I laughed breathless, and defiant, even though I was pinned beneath him like prey.
“Old man, you have to do better than empty threats.”
He shifted, slidin’ his thick length between my thighs, teasin’ my drippin’ entrance without pushin’ in.
The head nudged my clit with every slow glide, coatin’ himself in my slick, makin’ me whimper and buck back desperately.
But he didn’t give me what I needed.
He kept me on the edge, torturin’ me with shallow strokes, lettin’ me feel how hard he was, without ever fillin’ me.
I was soaked, thighs tremblin’, pussy clenchin’ on nothin’, achin’ for him to just fuckin’ take me already.
He leaned down, his lips brushin’ my ear.
“Beg… or I walk away and leave you… drippin’ and empty.”
The threat hit hard, and I hated how much it turned me on.
“I dare you,” I gasped, but my voice came out cracked, and needy.
Another slow glide and his cock slid through my folds, nudgin’ my clit again, makin’ me choke on a broken moan.
“Beg… feisty maid.”
I bit my lip hard, my pride warring with the fire in my veins.
Then he stopped movin’ completely, lettin’ his shaft rest heavy against my entrance with the tip barely partin’ and teasin’ me without enterin’.
The denial was torture.
“Please…” I finally choked out.
“Please… fuck me.”
His growl was pure triumph.
“Good. Girl.”
He thrust in one deep brutal stroke, buryin’ himself inside me to the hilt. I cried out, my walls stretchin’ around the sudden thickness.
Then he stopped his cock throbbin’ inside me like a threat.
His hand shot up, wrappin’ around my throat again—not chokin’ this time, just holdin’ possessively.
“I don’t do skin to skin,” he growled low against my ear.
“But considerin’ my clean history… and vasectomy… I’ll make an exception.”
He tightened his grip just enough to make my pulse jump.
“Now be warned,” he continued, voice droppin’ darker, colder, “I don’t want no disease… or pregnancy allegations. If I do… I’ll find and kill you.”
A cold shiver raced down my spine, fear crashin’ through me like ice water.
It overwhelmed me, made my breath hitch, made my heart slam against my ribs.
And at the same time—God help me—it made me hornier.
The threat, the raw power behind it, the way he said “kill you” like it was a simple fact, not a boast… it lit me up from the inside out.
My pussy clenched hard around him, slick drippin’ down my thighs, body betrayin’ me completely.
I swallowed hard, my throat workin’ against his palm, then nodded once.
“Ain’t no walkin’ STIs here, old man,” I rasped.
His eyes flashed dark, and, thrilled.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Now take every inch… and don’t you dare come…. until I say so.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust, he just started fuckin’ me with slow, punishin’ rolls of his hips, makin’ me feel every inch, ridge, and vein draggin’ against my sensitive walls.
“Fuck… so tight,” he groaned, voice rough. “When… last??”
One year ago… but mind your fuckin’ business!
I ignored his question completely, pushin’ back to meet him.
His hand tightened on my throat, pullin’ me back against his chest so he could fuck me deeper.
His other hand found my clit, rubbin’ fast, and filthy circles that made my vision blur.
“Say it,” he growled against my ear. “Say who owns this pussy.”
“You,” I gasped, my voice breakin’ as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly.
“You own it… fuck… please don’t stop…”
He slammed in harder, his hips snappin’, and heavy balls slappin’ wet against me with every thrust.
“Come,” he commanded, his hips snappin’ forward in a punishin’ rhythm that made my vision blur.
“Come… on my cock. Now.”
I laughed mockin’ly.
“Then you’re gonna have to do better than that, old man. Fuck me harder.”
“Puttana!!” he roared, the word explodin’ from his throat like thunder.
I felt the anger roll off him in hot waves.
His whole body tensed, muscles coilin’ like a predator about to strike, and for a split second, I wondered if I’d pushed him too far.
Then he moved.
His hand left my throat, slidin’ down my spine in one rough drag before landin’ on my ass with a sharp, resoundin’ crack.
The sting bloomed instantly, fire spreadin’ across my already-red cheek, makin’ me gasp and arch back onto his cock.
Another smack—harder—right over the same spot. Pain and pleasure collided, rippin’ a broken moan from my lips.
He didn’t stop.
He fucked me harder, deeper, his cock drivin’ into me so relentlessly I could feel him in my stomach.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cabin, mixin’ with my moans and his low, animal growls.
Every thrust pushed me forward makin’ my tits bounce wildly with every movement.
His hand came down again then again, alternatin’ between the two cheeks, turnin’ my ass into a burnin’ canvas of his possession.
I laughed again, pushin’ back to meet him stroke for stroke.
“Harder… old man. That's all you got?”
He growled somethin’ in Italian—low, guttural, filthy—and grabbed my hips with both hands, yankin’ me back onto his cock so hard my knees buckled.
He pounded into me without mercy, balls slappin’ against my clit with every brutal thrust, the angle hittin’ that spot inside me over and over until I was shakin’, sobbin’ with pleasure.
“Fuck… yes… right there…” I gasped, my body tremblin’ on the edge.
He leaned over me, chest to my back, one hand slidin’ around to find my clit, rubbin’ fast, rough circles that made stars explode behind my eyes.
“Come,” he commanded again, his teeth snappin’ on my shoulder.
“Come now… or I stop.”
I couldn’t hold it anymore, I fuckin’ shattered.
My walls clamped down hard around him, pulsin’ violently as I came with a raw, broken scream, gushin’ slick down his shaft, thighs shakin’ uncontrollably.
He didn’t slow down, he fucked me through it, drawin’ out every shudder, and every pulse, until I was limp and whimperin’ beneath him.
Only then did he bury himself deep and come with a guttural roar, fillin’ me with hot, thick spurts that made me moan all over again.
We collapsed together, pantin’, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.
He stayed inside me, softenin’ slowly.
His breath was hot against my neck, ragged and uneven.
For a long minute, neither of us moved.
The cabin was quiet except for our breathin’ and the faint hum of the ship’s engines far below.
Then the post-nut clarity slammed into me like a sucker punch to the gut.
Cindy’s face flashed in my mind.
Her bright laugh, the way she hugged me like I was her lifeline, the trust she’d always given me without question.
She’s my best friend. My sister in every way that mattered.
And here I was drippin’ with her father’s cum.
But even as the guilt clawed at my chest, another truth burned hotter, and louder.
I’m sorry, Cin. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.
But your father’s cock is worth whatever trouble it may bring in the future.