Page 51 of Stolen Harmony
“I want it,” I begged, voice hoarse with need. “Please, daddy, take me.”
He groaned, lining himself up, hand gripping my hip. “Good boy. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name.”
The blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole, slick and hot, promising everything I’d begged for. Kepler leaned over me, his weight pinning me to the mattress, one big handsprawled over my lower back, holding me down, owning me. I gasped as he started to push in—thick, unyielding, so much more than I was ready for, and exactly what I wanted.
“Relax for me,” he growled, voice barely more than a breath at my ear. “Let daddy in. Take it. Take all of me.”
I tried, I really did, forcing myself to breathe, to push back, to open up for him. The stretch burned, and I whimpered, fingers gripping the pillow, legs spread wide as he worked his cock in, inch by impossible inch. He didn’t stop—just kept going, deeper, relentless, his hunger as sharp as mine.
“That’s it,” he crooned, filthy and proud, “Feel how full you are? Feel daddy splitting that sweet hole open? Fuck, you’re so tight. Squeezing me so good.”
He bottomed out, hips flush to my ass, cock buried to the hilt, making me feel ruined and perfect. He held himself there, grinding in small circles, making sure I felt every inch, every throb.
“God, you were made for this,” Kepler moaned, biting my shoulder, leaving his mark.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe—just moaned, back arching, legs trembling as the pain melted into pleasure, as the fullness turned to want. He started to move, pulling out halfway, then slamming back in, setting a hard, relentless rhythm that made the bed shake beneath us.
He fucked me like he owned me—rough, claiming, merciless. Every thrust sent a shockwave through my body, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. I could feel the drag of his veins, the heat of him, the way his cock stretched me wider than anyone ever had. His hands roamed over my hips, my waist, gripping, guiding, bruising.
“That’s it—take it.” he growled, voice ragged with want.
I keened, desperate, rocking back to meet every thrust, the obscene slap of skin on skin filling the room. Thebedframe groaned, the mattress creaked, but Kepler didn’t slow, didn’t let up—he just fucked me harder, chasing his own pleasure, dragging me right along with him.
He leaned in, breath hot at my ear. “You want it harder, don’t you? Want daddy to break you in?”
“Yes—please, more, fuck me, daddy—need it, need you?—”
He slammed in, balls slapping my ass, his hand reaching around to grip my cock, jerking me in time with his thrusts. The pressure was unbearable, too much, not enough—I was lost to it, my mind wiped clean by pleasure, by the relentless drive of his hips, by the filth pouring out of his mouth.
He kept going, not giving me a second to recover. The rhythm of his fucking grew even rougher, harder, like he wanted to make sure I’d never forget the shape of him inside me. Each thrust sent sparks up my spine, the obscene slide of his cock in my hole, the thick slap of his hips, the wet heat between us.
Kepler’s hand never let up on my cock, stroking me rough, squeezing, using me like I was his favorite toy. His other hand dug into my hip, holding me right where he wanted, his grip branding me, promising I was his. He leaned over, breath hot in my ear, voice all thunder and filth. “That’s it. Take it. Take all of daddy’s cock. You’re never gonna be the same after this.”
My answer was a desperate, strangled moan. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg—my throat was raw from the way I’d been screaming for him, but he didn’t need words. He could feel it in the way I clenched around him, in the way I pushed back for every brutal thrust, my body giving up everything, no resistance left.
“You’re so fucking good,” Kepler groaned, his rhythm getting erratic, desperate, “Your ass is perfect. Tight, greedy, dripping for me. You want my cum, don’t you? You want daddy to fill youup?”
I nodded, face buried in the pillow, drooling, sweat cooling on my back, every inch of me begging for it. “Yes, please, need it—need you to fill me, make me yours. Please, daddy, fuck?—”
That did it. His hips slammed forward, deeper than ever, grinding his cock against my sweet spot. He cursed, loud and raw, his whole body tensing above me as he came, cock jerking, hot spurts of cum spilling deep inside, so much I could feel it leaking out around his cock, dripping down my thighs.
He didn’t pull out, not even when the last pulse faded. He just stayed buried, panting, sweat dripping onto my back, hands clutching my waist like he’d never let go.
I felt the heat shift—his cock still swelling inside me, and then the unmistakable wet flood of piss. He let it go, hot and shocking, filling me up, letting it run out around his cock, all over my thighs, onto the bed.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Kepler growled, voice gone hoarse and wild, “Take it. Take all of me.”
He finally pulled out, slow and deliberate, letting every drop of cum and piss leak from my ruined hole, trailing down my thighs and over the sheets. I was shaking, gasping, totally used, totally claimed.
Kepler wasn’t finished. He spun me over, eyes blazing, sweat and stubble rough on his jaw, cock still leaking as it bobbed heavy between his legs.
“Let me see you,” he commanded, spreading my thighs, taking in the mess he’d made of me—my wrecked hole, dripping, the red marks of his hands, the sweat and spit and everything.
“Gonna clean you up,” he promised, voice rough, “Then I’m gonna taste you—wanna see you cum for me.”
He ducked down between my legs, licking up his own mess, sucking my hole, tongue hot and relentless, fucking me with his mouth, eating up his own cum and piss, licking meclean like I was the only meal he’d ever want. His tongue was filthy, possessive, worshipful, making me sob, my cock so hard it hurt.
He pulled off, wiping his mouth, then crawled up my body, mouth crashing onto mine, kissing me deep, sharing the taste of what he’d just claimed. I kissed back, tongue desperate, letting him devour me, every inch of me his.
