Page 14 of Homewrecker

She wanted more of him and his cock. The rest didn’t feel like it mattered so much anymore.

The breast he’d been fondling was aching, her nipple throbbing from his pinch. She felt oddly unbalanced, her other breast needy for the same kind of attention. There was a chaise right behind her, so she put her hands out to keep from falling over onto it completely.

“Kneel on it.” Mr. Black’s order made her whole body quiver.

She found herself kneeling on the cushions, hands on the back of the chaise before she even had time to think about it.

“Oh, fuck…” He had come up behind her, pressing his cock against her back, both of his hands cupping her breasts while his mouth came down on her neck. She whimpered as he bit the tender flesh, his fingers roughly yanking down the front of her dress to reveal her breasts, the straps falling to pin her upper arms to her sides.

Letting go of the chaise back, she leaned against him, letting the straps hold her in place while he kneaded her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples to the point of pain. Her pussy throbbed and one of her hands moved to her front pressing against it.

Immediately, his hand dropped down to her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured. “You’re not going to come until I say you can.”

Holy fuck. Bossy much?

“Okay, Daddy,” she said, half-serious and half-snidely.

He growled, pulling away, and suddenly, her upper body was being pushed forward again. Ashley squealed as his hand came down hard on her ass.

“Hush!” He covered her mouth with his other hand before spanking her again. It stung like a mother fucker, but her cry was muffled. “Don’tcall me Daddy.”

Oops, seemed like she’d struck a nerve, but she wasn’t complaining.

No one had ever spanked her before, and maybe it was just because she was drunk, but she was fucking loving it. It hurt and stung and burned, yet her hips moved back to meet his hand. Like she wanted it to hurt. Like she needed the pain because it was the only thing that cut through the numbness she’d been living with.

“You like this, don’t you?” He sounded a little surprised. Ashley nodded, and his hand fell away from her mouth, so she could moan aloud again.

“Yes, Mr. Black.” That sounded filthy, too. She wasn’t sure if it was better or worse than Daddy, but both did something for her.

“Call me Lincoln.”

Part of her wanted to push him, to keep calling him Daddy or Mr. Black, but at the same time, ‘Lincoln’ sounded better. It removed them from the situation rather than pointing out exactly how fucked up what they were doing was. He wasn’t Rebecca’s dad or a married man. His age didn’t matter.

He was just Lincoln, with his huge cock and rough hands, and he was going to give her the escape she needed.

Her skirt lifted, and as he caressed her ass, Ashley bent over more, giving him better access, and moaned when he felt the wet gusset of her underwear. Fingers slipped beneath the fabric to stroke her lips, pushing it out of the way, so he could thrust two fingers into her eager channel, and she clenched around him. Fuck, that felt so good.

“Are you on birth control, Ashley?”

“Yes. Fuck me. Please, Lincoln.” She thrust her ass back at him, pushing his fingers deeper inside her. He twisted them back and forth, his other hand coming up to play with her breasts again, then suddenly, he pulled out. She would have protested, except he yanked her panties down and replaced his fingers with his cock almost immediately, the thick, blunt head pushing into her.

She cried out, and he shoved something in her mouth—the taste gave it away. The musky, salt-sweet of her own arousal coated his fingers as he pushed them over her tongue, filling her mouth as he shoved into her pussy from behind. Ashley closed her lips around the digits, automatically sucking as he pulled outand thrust in again, going deeper this time, filling her pussy with his thick cock.

His hand squeezed her breast hard as he bottomed out, his groin up against her ass, balls slapping gently against her swollen clit. Ashley whimpered around his fingers, her tongue laving them, tasting herself. Something she would have never thought she’d liked, but Lincoln was addictive. It didn’t matter what part of him was inside her—she wanted more.

“Fuck, you feel so good… I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy and fill it up with my cum. And you’re going to love it, aren’t you, my little slut?”

Ashley almost came right there. He didn’t say ‘slut’ like it was an insult. No, he said it as though it was better than being empress of the world. Especially because she wasn’t just any slut. She washisslut.

Then he started fucking her, his thrusts slow but hard, pounding into her with a steady rhythm that left her gasping for breath around his fingers. She clung to the back of the chaise, her fingers making the wood creak as she held herself in place for his thrusts, shuddering as the slow coil of passion wound tighter and tighter inside her.

The hand on her breast dropped to cup her mound, his fingers seeking out her clit. She cried out again, the sound louder than she’d meant it to be.

“You need to shut up.”

Before she could respond, he’d moved his hand, so it was covering her mouth completely. Ashley sucked in air through her nose, but somehow it didn’t feel like enough, making her lightheaded as he kept fucking her, riding her, his fingers making small circles around her clit and driving her wild.

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