Chapter 120 Stepfather, Please Ruin My Pussy (7)

Chapter 120 Stepfather, Please Ruin My Pussy (7)
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I had never been fist fucked before.

This was the first time, and I felt every inch of that newness in the ache radiating from my pussy, the burning stretch that made my eyes water and my breath catch in my throat.

It hurt like hell.

But at the same time, it felt fucking good.

So fucking good.

My pussy tried to clamp down around Chase’s hand, every instinct screaming to push him out, but he held steady.

His fist buried so deep inside me I could feel the stretch of my own limits.

I gasped, my fingers clawing against the rug, my inner walls clenching around his knuckles as he refused to move, refused to give me an inch of relief.

Chase noticed how I was struggling and stilled for a moment.

Locking his eyes on me, he watched my chest rise and fall rapidly.

“Breathe. Slowly,” he said, his voice calm, like he had all the time in the world.

I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest heaving.

Slowly, he pulled his hand back, dragging against my inner walls, and the sensation pulled a soft whimper from my lips.

Then he pushed forward again, and the pain was still there, sharp and overwhelming, but beneath it something else bloomed.

A warmth. A pressure that built low in my belly, coiling tight.

He moved his hand again.

And again.

Each thrust sent a jolt through my body, my hips jerking as I bit down on my lower lip until I tasted copper, barely managing to hold back the sounds building in my throat.

The pain started to ease completely, the edges of it softening, and the pleasure rushed in to fill the space it left behind.

I had never felt anything like it.

My whole body trembled, my thighs shaking, my pussy gripping his fist with every slow drag of his knuckles against my slick walls.

The pleasure built and built—more intense than anything I had ever experienced—and I moaned, loud and broken, the sound torn from my throat before I could stop it.

My hips rolled into him, chasing the feeling, needing more, needing to fall apart.

His dark gaze stayed locked on me, jaw clenched tight, and then he began to move faster, rougher.

His hand pumped in and out of my soaked pussy, his wrist twisting with each thrust, the wet, slapping sounds of him fist fucking me open echoing off the walls.

I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe.

All I could do was feel— every finger dragging against my inner walls, every ridge stretching me, every inch of his thick fist splitting me open.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled. “You like me burying my whole fist inside your greedy little cunt?”

“Mhmmm. Yes,” I gasped, my voice high and breathless. “Please. Don't stop. Fuck me harder. Deeper. I want to feel your hand in my throat.”

I hooked my legs, drawing my knees toward my chest and lifting my hips higher, my feet hovering in the air as I opened my pussy wider for him.

The new angle let him drive deeper, his hand plunging into my pussy to the wrist with more force.

I screamed, my head falling back against the rug as I felt my pussy stretch around him completely.

“Please ruin my pussy,” I heard myself say. “Please, faster.”

His eyes flashed, something feral and dark crossing his face, and he obeyed.

His hand moved faster, harder, slamming into my pussy with a force that made my whole body jolt.

The sounds were obscene, wet and lewd, each thrust accompanied by a slick squelch that echoed off the walls.

He fucked me roughly with his fist, like he wanted to tear my pussy apart from the inside, like he wanted to ruin me so completely that no one else could ever have me.

Unable to hold myself together, I cried out, loud and unrestrained, my voice bouncing off the ceiling.

I was sure my neighbors could hear.

Chase leaned down and kissed me, his mouth crashing against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth while his hand kept working my pussy.

I kissed him back, desperate and sloppy, and then he pulled away, rising back up.

His other hand came down between my legs, and his fingers found my clit.

He rubbed rough, merciless circles against it, and the combination of his fist driving into my pussy and his fingers grinding against my clit sent me hurtling toward the edge.

I screamed, the sound tearing out of me as my back arched off the rug.

My orgasm crashed over me like a wave.

My whole body seized, my pussy clamping down around his fist, clenching and fluttering around his knuckles.

Warm liquid gushed out of me, soaking his hand, dripping down onto the rug, pooling beneath me.

A raw scream tore from me again.

My vision whited out.

My mind went blank.

Then the pleasure ripped through every nerve in my body.

My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, my lungs burning as my body went limp and boneless beneath him.

He drove his hand into my pussy two more times, each plunge sending aftershocks rippling through my trembling frame, and then he pulled his hand out.

It made a wet, sucking pop sound, loud in the sudden quiet.

I let my legs drop, my thighs falling open, and I looked down at my used pussy.

My pussy folds looked ragged, swollen and red. My hole was wider than I had ever seen it, stretched open, gaping, my inner walls visible in the light.

A trickle of wetness ran down the crack of my ass, pooling beneath me on the rug.

My pussy clenched around empty air, trying to grip something that was no longer there.

I stared at my pussy for a long moment, barely recognizing it anymore.

“Your pussy looks so fucking good,” Chase grunted, licking his lips.