Chapter 121: Stepfather, Please Ruin My Pussy (8)
~MIA~
Chase stared at my pussy like it was some exquisite artwork he couldn't tear his eyes away from.
Slowly, he leaned down.
His mouth found my pussy folds, his tongue licking a slow stripe up the center.
I whimpered.
He latched on, sucking hard, his lips closing around my swollen flesh.
My stomach clenched, a fresh wave of heat rolling through me as he devoured my pussy like it was his last meal.
Goddamn… his mouth felt so good on my pussy.
He was doing incredible things to me.
Things that made me feel like my body was not my own, like I'd floated right out of my skin and was watching this happen to someone else.
In that instant, I knew this wouldn't be the last time I'd have sex with him.
I knew, with a clarity that cut through the haze, that no other man could ever satisfy me the way Chase could.
After a few moments, he pulled his head away from my pussy, his chin glistening with my wetness, then he turned me over.
I moved limply, my body too heavy to resist, and I ended up on my stomach, my cheek pressed against the rug.
He raised my ass higher, positioning me the way he wanted, and then he reached around, bringing his fingers to my face.
“Suck them,” he said.
I obeyed, opening my mouth, and he pushed two fingers past my lips.
I sucked them deep, my cheeks hollowing as my tongue slid against his skin. I licked every inch clean, only stopping when he pulled his fingers from my mouth.
He leaned back and parted my ass cheeks, spreading me wide to expose the tight, hidden opening beneath.
Without a word, he pushed those same two fingers still slick with my spit straight into my asshole.
Pain shot through me, drawing a wince from my lips as my body tensed and my fingers curled tight.
He did not give me a moment to adjust.
He began thrusting his fingers in and out of my asshole, continuous and relentless.
“Urguhh… damn,” I gasped. “Fuck!”
My whole body shuddered, my legs shaking, my hands scrambling for something to hold onto.
He worked his fingers deeper, stretching my asshole, and I pressed my forehead into the rug, my mouth hanging open.
He pulled his fingers out.
Then I felt the thick head of his cock press against my asshole.
My hand shot out, reaching behind me to stop him.
“Give me a moment,” I said, my voice shaky. “Let me just—”
He thrust deep into my asshole, cutting me off mid-sentence.
"You wanted this. So take it and stop complaining," he rumbled.
I cried out, my body jolting forward, but he did not stop.
He began ramming his cock into my asshole, hard and fast, each thrust punching the air from my lungs.
“Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight,” he rasped.
His hand came down on my ass cheek with a sharp slap.
I cried out, the sound caught somewhere between pain and pleasure.
He slapped the other cheek, leaving a sting that spread across my skin.
Even now, when my body was fucking exhausted, I felt good—and I wanted more.
At this point, I'm convinced Chase was a sex god.
He was so good.
He could fuck any woman into oblivion and make her forget her own name.
Adrenaline and dopamine bubbled up in my veins, a rush that made my head spin.
He kept fucking me, his cock slamming into my asshole with a rhythm that made my vision blur.
Raising me up, he pulled me back against his chest.
I leaned into him, my head falling back against his shoulder while he assaulted my ass.
His hands came around and grabbed my breasts, squeezing hard, and then pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they hardened into tight, aching peaks.
He began slapping my breasts, the impact making them bounce up and down.
I watched, my eyes half-lidded, as red marks bloomed across my skin.
Putting his hand on the back of my neck, he guided me, and I let my neck go limp.
He reached around and sucked on my nipple while he kept ramming his cock into my asshole, again and again.
Every thrust was a brutal reminder that he wouldn't stop until he’d had his fill of every inch of me.
The pleasure that coursed through my body was too much.
It swamped me, drowned me, made it impossible to think straight.
The only thing I could think about was Chase’s cock, how it kept ramming into my asshole like he wanted to burrow inside me and never leave.
I didn't know much after that.
Whether I fainted or slept, I couldn't say.
The only thing I knew—the only thing I remembered—was the feeling of Chase’s cum flooding my ass, hot and thick, and then the emptiness when he pulled out.
I lay on the floor, my whole body shaking, my limbs heavy and useless.
I heard his voice, distant, like he was speaking from far away.
“I’m going up to wash up, Mia.”
He drifted into my blurry line of sight, leaning down until I could feel his heat.
Gently, he pressed his lips against my forehead.
“You did amazing, kiddo,” he murmured.
Then he rose and left.
He disappeared from my view, leaving me there in the silence.
I remained on the rug, still shaking, still breathless, savoring the feel of the best sex I had ever had.