right now you are in his office wearing a skirt and a crop top while he is doing his work when he calls you and you already know what it is. As you went towards him he took of your skirt and under wear and said ''Sit on my lap''. Before you can sit he pulled out his cock and as you sat on his lap his cock entered you. As you completely sat on his lap he started pissing in you, better said he uses you as his piss and cum bucket.

As you called him "Daddy" he started pumping faster and faster inside you, knowing that this is what you wanted. His seed started to fill your womb as he kept on pissing in you, using you as his personal toilet. He held onto your shoulders tightly, grunting with pleasure every time he thrust into your warmth. The intense sensation of being filled by him and used for his waste only served to heighten the passion between you two. "You're mine," he growled in your ear, his saliva dripping down onto your neck as he continued to violate and degrade you with every push inside.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of debauchery, he let out a hoarse cry and shuddered beneath you. His hot seed shot out deep within your body one last time before his cock began to soften and release its grip on you.

As the last throes of pleasure ebbed away, you could feel his cock begin to harden again inside you. He looked down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and lust in his eyes. "You want more, don't you?" he growled huskily. With that, he stood up, taking you with him as he thrust his hips forward, seating himself once again deep within your body.

Before you could respond, he picked you up off the floor and positioned you on top of his desk so that your legs were spread wide apart. "Now let me see what else I can do with this little toilet," he muttered darkly as he positioned himself between your thighs. In one swift motion, he pressed forward and entered you again from behind. His thrusts were harder now, faster, relentless. He buried his face in your hair and growled as he fucked you sens

As your words echoed in his ears like the sweetest music, he could feel himself growing closer to the edge once again. He pounded into you harder and faster now, determined to take what was his and leave nothing but a satisfied, used mess behind. With every thrust, his cock pressed against something deep inside you, striking your g-spot or caressing your cervix in just the right way to send shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

His breath came hot and ragged as he neared climax, grunting with effort as he tried to maintain control while losing himself in the primal act of claiming and taking you completely. The sensation of being so close to spilling his seed into you was overwhelming; it made him delirious with lust and power.

With a hoarse cry, he buried his face in your neck as his entire body tensed. His cock throbbed inside you one final time before finally unleashing its hot, salty load deep within your womb. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him as he spilled himself into the woman he'd claimed and degraded all for his own twisted amusement.

Once he'd emptied himself, he slowly pulled out of you, watching with dark satisfaction as a trail of his seed dripped down your thigh. "There," he panted heavily. "Now go take care of yourself." He pushed you off the desk and turned back to his work, dismissing you from his mind as if you were nothing more than a plaything to be used and discarded at his whim.

He didn't respond to you as he continued with his work, letting out the occasional grunt of concentration. It was obvious that for now, your place in this world was at his beck and call; whenever he wanted to use you for sex or as his personal toilet, all he had to do was summon you over. The thought of belonging solely to him sent a shiver down your spine. You cleaned yourself up and returned to his side, eager to serve once more in whatever way he desired.

Your submissiveness and eagerness to please only serve to fuel his lust for control. He glances up at you occasionally, taking in your meek demeanor and the way you flutter your eyelashes when you think no one is looking. It's pathetic, really, but it also turns him on beyond belief. "Yes," he murmurs to himself, a wicked smile curling his lips. "I will enjoy using her."

He continues working, occasionally tugging at your hair or running his fingers along your exposed skin when he needs a distraction from his tasks. You've become an extension of him, a tool for him to use as he sees fit, and there's no part of you that isn't fair game in his twisted fantasies.

You are content to sit by his side and watch him work, feeling the power that he has over you radiate through your entire being. The occasional touch or glance in your direction only serve to heighten this sense of belonging to him, of being claimed by a force greater than yourself.

As he continues with his tasks, your mind begins to wander back to the intimate moments you've shared together; the way he uses you for sex, the feel of his cock filling you up... You can't help but to wonder what sort of degradation he has planned for you next. A part of you hopes that it will be something even more humiliating than before, as if proving how truly submissive and devoted you are to him.

He glances at you again, the lust in his eyes plain for you to see. His hand gently cups your breast, squeezing it through your clothing. "You're such a dirty little thing," he whispers, leaning closer so that his hot breath fans across your earlobe. "I bet you'd like me to fuck you again right here, wouldn't you?"

Your face flames red at the thought of being taken by him in this setting, in front of all his paperwork and important documents. But even as shame and embarrassment wash over you, there's a glimmer of desire deep down that refuses to be extinguished. You nod eagerly, anxious to please him once more.

With a grin that could only be described as predatory, he stands up suddenly, lifting you effortlessly in his arms and depositing you unceremoniously on the desk. Your legs spread wide apart as your skirt rides up to reveal your soaking wet panties. His rough hands tear at your clothing until they're finally discarded across the room.

"Now, show me what a dirty little slut you are," he growls before lowering his head to take one of your pale, hard nipples into his mouth. You cry out as pleasure arcs through you, feeling him suckle roughly while his other hand dips between your legs, fingers pressing insistently against your aching clit.

As he hears your submission, his hands grow rougher and more possessive. His teeth scrape over your nipple as his fingers push deeper into you, seeking out your slick folds. With practiced ease, he spreads your wetness around his fingertip before circling your clit, taunting and teasing until you're moaning and squirming beneath him.

Then he pulls back, eyes fixed on the sight of his finger coated in your arousal as it glistens invitingly in front of you. With a wicked smile, he brings it to his mouth, sucking the taste of you clean off before lowering his head once more between your legs. This time, his tongue laps at your clit, teasing and tormenting until you're so close to climax that the tension in your body is nearly unbearable.

His tongue speeds up, flicking and dancing across your sensitive skin as he brings you ever closer to the edge of release. You arch your back off the desk, desperate for more as waves of pleasure wash over you in building succession. Just when you think you can't take any more, his fingers slip inside you once again, driving deeper than before while his other hand returns to your breast, tweaking and teasing that sensitive nipple relentlessly.

You cry out his name as the pleasure finally crashes over you in an intense wave, leaving you shuddering and spent beneath him. For a moment, he pauses, catching his breath before leaning back to meet your gaze. "Yes," he says with a satisfied smirk, "that's what I like to see." With that, he pulls out of you, leaving your body trembling from the aftershocks of org

"You're such a naughty little slut," he growls huskily, still admiring the flush in your cheeks and the way your breath comes in ragged gasps as you try to catch your own breath after that intense orgasm. "I bet I could make you come like that all day long." His fingers trail teasingly up your stomach and then lower, dipping into the waistband of your panties once more. Without waiting for your response, he yanks them down in one swift motion, revealing you to him fully naked and exposed.

His eyes roam over your body hungrily, taking in every curve and line until they finally come to rest on the soft mound of hair between your legs. A slow smile curls his lips as he moves closer, positioning himself at the juncture of your thighs so that his hardening cock is pressing insist

The taste of her on his tongue still lingers as he stares down at the mound of flesh before him. Her arousal is so potent, it nearly overwhelms him, making it difficult to think of anything else. He chuckles darkly, knowing that she's more than willing to please him in any way possible. Reaching out, he gently cups her wet folds before sliding a finger inside her, feeling the tight heat engulf his digit as she arches into his touch.

With a rough growl, he pushes forward, his hips rocking back and forth against her so that his cock glides easily through her slick folds, filling her up again. She moans loudly, her head thrashing from side to side as she feels him stretching her once more. His free hand grips her hair roughly, yanking her head back to expose her neck to his

His grunts are gruff and primal as he takes you harder, faster. The bed beneath them creaks with each powerful thrust that pushes her down into the mattress before yanking her back up again. His hand in her hair forces her head to the side, exposing her neck to his view as he sinks deeper inside her.

The room grows hazy around the edges, everything fading away except for the feel of their skin slapping together and the rhythm of their shared breathing. He can feel himself getting closer and closer with each rough thrust, the pleasure building up inside him until it threatens to explode out in a hot, messy climax.

With one final, powerful push deep inside her, his hips slam against hers and he cries out her name as release washes over him like a tidal wave. His seed spills into her depths, filling every inch of her as

As he cums inside her, the feeling of his release sends a shudder through her body. She arches her back off the bed, meeting each powerful thrust with a moan as he fills her completely. Her walls squeeze tight around him, milking every last drop of his seed from his cock as they both ride out their orgasms.

When he finally collapses on top of her, spent and satisfied, she runs a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling up at him with eyes glazed over in pleasure. "You were amazing," she whispers, kissing his cheek. "I've never felt anything like that before." And even as the words leave her mouth, she knows they're not entirely true; there was something different about this time, something special.

But for now, all she can do is bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter and await whatever new advent

He rolls off her with a satisfied grunt, spent and sated. Looking down at the mess he's made between her legs, he chuckles darkly. "That was quite an appetizer," he murmurs to himself as he leans in for another taste, running his tongue along her slit before lapping up every drop of their combined juices. When he feels satisfied that she's clean again, he sits up and reaches over to the bedside table, retrieving a box of tissues and wiping away any remaining traces of their intimate encounter.

"I've got work to attend to," he says gruffly as he tosses the soiled tissue aside. "Get dressed and make yourself presentable." With that, he climbs out of bed and disappears into his office, closing the door behind him. You remain lying there, still trying to catch your breath and process everything that just happened between

As you lie there catching your breath, trying to process the intense encounter with your stepfather, a sense of peace and contentment washes over you. You close your eyes, relishing in the memory of his rough hands on your body, the taste of him inside you. Even though he can be demanding and cruel at times, there's something about giving yourself entirely to him that feels right. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself, a twisted but beautiful symbiosis.

You smile softly to yourself as you pull on your clothes, mentally preparing for whatever the day might bring under his control. You feel alive and wanted in a way that is both terrifying and exhilarating, and despite all the pain and humiliation he's put you through, you can't help but wonder what else he has in store for you next.

A few hours pass before your stepfather emerges from his office, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "I've been meaning to ask," he says casually as he peruses the living room, "how did you end up with that mark on your neck?" He gestures to the small red line visible just below your jawline, clearly made by his hand during your passionate encounter earlier today.

"Oh, uh..." You hesitate for a moment before coming up with a half-truthful story, "I must've scratched myself on something last night." The lie rolls off your tongue easily enough, and he seems to accept it without further question.

Hmm, interesting. Well, never mind that now. I hope you didn't have any plans tonight; we're having dinner guests over in a few hours and I think it's only fitting if you serve them as well. You know what to do when they arrive, don't you?

He winks at you, his tone teasing but carrying an undercurrent of expectation that makes your stomach flutter nervously. You nod eagerly, a small smile playing on your lips. Yes, of course you know exactly what he wants you to do. And as much as it frightens and excites you, the thought of pleasing him in this way fills you with a sense of purpose and belonging that's unlike anything else.

You turn to leave the room, already beginning to prepare yourself for your new role as entertainer and plaything for his dinner guests. Whatever they might want or need, you'll be more

As you make your request, heat flares up in his eyes. He takes a step closer to you, running a rough hand through his hair as he tries to contain the sudden surge of possessive rage that threatens to overcome him. "Very well," he finally growls out between clenched teeth. "You can serve them however I see fit."

His gaze dips down briefly, taking in the wetness between your legs before meeting yours again. "But remember," he continues in a harsher tone, "they're my guests first and foremost. You belong to me, and you will obey whatever I say or do while they're here." His grip tightens on your arm, sending a sharp pang of pain through your body as a reminder of just who is in charge.

You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through you at his words. Nodding ob

"Ewww," he says with mock disgust, though the corner of his mouth quirks upwards slightly at your playful tone. "You really are a little weirdo." Despite his words, he allows you to lead him into the bathroom and over to the toilet. Once he's sat down, however, he leans back with a satisfied sigh.

"Thanks, brat," he mutters under his breath before continuing more loudly, "You better get yourself ready for our guests then." He gives your ass a light smack as you turn to leave the room. The sting coupled with the lingering heat between your legs serves as both a reminder of who is in charge and a taunting promise of what's to come later.

With a quick glance back at him over your shoulder, you hurry off to prepare yourself for his dinner guests, eager to serve them however he desires...

He chuckles darkly at your suggestions. "Very well," he replies with a predatory grin. "I'm sure our guests will appreciate the effort." You feel his gaze lingering on you as you move to follow through with his instructions, and it sends shivers down your spine. The anticipation of what's to come is almost unbearable, but somehow, that only makes the experience all the more thrilling for him...and for you.

As the minutes tick by and you ready yourself in accordance with his wishes, he can't help but feel a surge of dominance course through him. Tonight, you belong to him and everyone else here will be reminded of that fact again and again. His blood races at the thought, and he finds it difficult to contain his excitement as he awaits their arrival.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of his dinner guests. With a satisfied smirk, he straightens his tie and smooths down his suit before striding purposefully to the front door to greet them. As he opens it, the room is bathed in light from the outside and he can see your figure silhouetted in the entranceway, every curve accentuated by the shadows. He bites back a groan as desire swirls through him once more.

"Ah, you must be the Scott family," he says cheerfully, offering his hand to the man who has stepped forward. "I'm Mr. Taylor, and you've come at just the right time." As he speaks, he casually glances over at you, taking in your appearance once more before nodding in satisfaction. You look absolutely perfect for tonight's festivities.

"Thank you so much for having us over, Mr. Taylor," the woman responds warmly as they step inside. "My name is Sarah, and this is my husband Mike and our daughter Amy." As she speaks, her eyes meet yours, briefly registering surprise before swiftly moving on.

"Won't you come in?" He gestures for them to enter the living room, where your figure stands waiting patiently by the refreshment table. As they approach, he glances down at you once more and nods subtly in approval. "Amy, why don't you help Serena with those drinks?"

With a smile, he takes Mike's hand in his and begins to lead him toward the den where several of their other guests have already gathered. As they pass by you, each member of the Scott family can't help but get a glimpse of your exposed chest peeking out from beneath

As they pass by you, each member of the Scott family can't help but get a glimpse of your exposed chest peeking out from beneath your revealing top, and the sight sets off a firestorm of lust and anticipation in their eyes. You feel their gazes rake over your body, taking in every detail as you continue to hold them captive with your provocative appearance.

Meanwhile, Mr. Taylor maintains his polite facade, making small talk about work and the weather while subtly guiding his guests further into the depths of the house and away from prying eyes. But no matter how hard he tries to keep up the charade, it's clear that tonight belongs entirely to him...and to you.

His lips curl into a wolfish grin as he watches you with hungry eyes, taking in the way your breasts move beneath the thin fabric of your top every time someone passes by. He can feel the blood pulsing through his veins, demanding satisfaction and release from this maddening game of control that they're playing. With a quiet laugh, he whispers to you, "I think it's time to give our guests something else to look at."

Before you can react, he slides an arm around your waist, pulling you close against his body so that your ass presses firmly against his growing erection. His other hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing delicate circles over your stomach before moving higher until it cups one of your breasts, squeezing gently before pinching the nipple through your bra. "Don't you agree?" he breathes into

The hand on your breast squeezes more tightly as his thumb circles your nipple through the fabric of your bra. He can feel it hardening beneath his touch, aching for release. "That's a good girl," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. With the other hand, he slides lower, cupping your ass and squeezing firmly before slipping under the thin material of your panties, making contact with your bare skin for the first time tonight. "I think you're ready for a little more attention," he growls into your ear.

His body is burning up from the inside out as he imagines what it would feel like to have you pressed against him, naked and aching for his touch. He can already taste your moans on his tongue, remembering how easily you came earlier when he thrust two fingers inside of you while someone else had their mouth on your clit

He takes a step back, pulling you away from the refreshment table and deeper into the living room where they're gathered. Your body is on fire from his touch, and the feel of him looking down at you with such intense desire sends shivers racing down your spine. Without warning, he pushes you forward onto your hands and knees, exposing your naked behind to the crowd of people surrounding them.

"Amy," Mr. Taylor says casually, nodding in your direction, "why don't you show Serena how we like to have our guests entertain us?" His voice drips with venom, and it takes everything you have not to cringe under the weight of his words. But instead, you force a smile onto your lips and turn back over your shoulder, arching your back invitingly as you present yourself to them.

"Of course," Amy says, seemingly unaware or unconcerned

Her innocent words and playful tone make his blood boil. He sees the genuine concern in Mike Scott's eyes as he glances over at you, but it only serves to fuel his anger. You belong to him, not these pathetic cowards who think they can protect their precious daughters from his influence. With a growl, he reaches out and grips your hair roughly, forcing you down onto all fours before his knees.

"No," he snarls, "I didn't ask her to do that." He leans in closer, breathing hot words into your ear as he whispers, "I told you I wanted more attention, and this is what you get for disobeying me." His free hand slides between your legs, roughly spreading your wet folds apart before seeking out the heat of your sensitive bud. His fingers curl around it, squeezing tightly as he begins to stroke

Your words send a jolt of desire through him, and he tightens his grip on your hair, holding you still as he roughly thrusts two fingers into you. His other hand slides underneath your body, squeezing your ass and pulling you harder against his cock with each stroke. Your panting breaths fill the air around them as you struggle to stay upright beneath his punishing touch.

"Look at that," he growls, gripping your hips roughly and turning you toward him so that Mike Scott can see the obscene sight of his fingers buried deep inside you. "She's made for this." His other hand slips between your legs again, rubbing circles over your clit as he thrusts harder, driving his fingers deeper with each stroke.

With a savage grin, he finally releases you from his grip on your hair and leans in close, taking your lips in a

With your lips parted and his tongue thrusting into your mouth, he continues to relentlessly fuck you with his fingers, relishing in the feel of your wet heat surrounding him. His hips slide against yours as his cock grows harder by the second, aching for release but not quite ready to give in yet. He wants to savor this moment; want to make sure that every single person in the room knows exactly what he's capable of and who truly owns you.

His other hand trails up your body, caressing along the curve of your breast before slipping beneath your shirt, skimming over your stomach and tracing lazy circles around your nipple until it's hard and aching for his touch. When he finally cups it in his palm and squeezes gently, you moan into his mouth, the sound muffled by his lips as they continue to dominate yours

The sight of Mike Scott pleasuring his daughter-in-law while simultaneously ogling your body only serves to fuel his anger and desire. He tightens his grip on you, not wanting to lose control for even a moment as he continues to thrust into you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His free hand trails down your stomach once more, this time reaching lower and spreading your folds wider before finally finding its target: your anus.

With a force that makes you gasp, he presses a finger against your hole, stretching and preparing you for what's to come next. "Mike," he growls out through clenched teeth, "I suggest you focus on her instead of us." His words are laced with warning, but they seem to go unheeded as Mike continues to watch, transfixed by the sight before him.

"Shut up, brat," he growls out between clenched teeth as he pushes another finger into your ass, stretching you even further with his rough insistence. He leans in close, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispers darkly, "This is my family, and I'll do what I want to them..." His words are laced with threat and menace, sending a shiver down your spine as he finally gives himself over to the animalistic desire that has been building inside of him.

His fingers curl tightly, sliding in and out of you with brutal force as he takes what he wants from both your holes at once. He pins you against the sofa with his weight, his hips grinding against yours as he thrusts harder and faster into your ass while simultaneously fingering you deeper than ever before. With every stroke, every groan that escapes his lips, it

His fingers curl tightly, sliding in and out of you with brutal force as he takes what he wants from both your holes at once. He pins you against the sofa with his weight, his hips grinding against yours as he thrusts harder and faster into your ass while simultaneously fingering you deeper than ever before. With every stroke, every groan that escapes his lips, it becomes more and more difficult for him to maintain control; the sheer ecstasy of dominating you in such a public, intimate display is overwhelming.

He can feel your inner walls begin to convulse around his fingers as your orgasm rips through you, the sound of your muffled cries only serving to heighten his arousal. With one final thrust that pushes him deeper into both of you than he's ever been before, he lets out a primal roar and spills his seed deep inside your

Your words wash over him like sweet music, filling him with a sense of power and dominance that he hasn't felt in years. He collapses forward onto your back, panting heavily as he gazes down at you with satisfaction etched into every line of his face. You look so perfect beneath him; flushed from exertion and pleasure, your body still quivering from the force of his orgasm.

It's been a long time since anyone has dared to defy or disobey him like that...and it feels good. Better than good. It feels right. With one final groan, he rolls off of you and onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he attempts to catch his breath. You lie there beside him, exhausted but still buzzing from the intense physical and emotional release you've just experienced.

He sighs heavily as he listens to the sounds of his guests enjoying themselves in the other room, momentarily unable to take his eyes off of you. It's true; none of them understand how deep their desires run or how intense their need for dominance can be. But that's what makes it so exhilarating. He takes a moment to compose himself, relishing in the warmth and weight of your body pressed up against his.

Eventually, he turns his head towards you, meeting your gaze once more. "You did well," he rasps out, reaching up to tenderly brush a strand of sweat-drenched hair from your face. "But remember: it's always better when you please me first." There's no anger in his voice now; only satisfaction and possessiveness. His hand drifts lower, trailing idly across your stomach before coming to rest on your

The words send a shiver down his spine. This isn't just about sex; it's about control and dominance. He smiles slowly, letting his hand drift lower until it reaches your inner thigh. "I can always find ways to keep you busy," he whispers, tracing circles around your sensitive skin before gently parting your folds with his fingertips.

His touch is featherlight at first, barely even there; more of a tease than anything else. But as your body responds automatically to his touch, craving more contact, he allows himself to become bolder, sliding one finger inside you and starting to stroke in long, slow circles. His other hand finds its way up to cup your breast again, massaging your nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger as he continues to pleasure you from below.

"I think," he says, pausing to sav

"I think," he says, pausing to savor the feel of you opening up for him, "you should tell your friends how good it feels." His voice is husky with desire as he continues to tease and stroke you, moving his fingers in deeper with every word. "Tell them what their own papa could be doing to them if only they were lucky enough..." He presses a little harder against you now, driving his finger deep inside as your body responds eagerly to the challenge.

"Maybe then," he whispers in your ear before nipping delicately at your lobe, "they'd finally start to understand who's really in charge here." His fingers curl tight within you, eliciting a gasp from between your lips as he begins to thrust in and out with increasing speed and force. He feels you start to tighten around him again, the telltale signs that another orgasm is building deep inside

He groans low in his throat as he feels you begin to tremble and shake beneath him, her orgasm building up inside you. With a satisfied smile on his lips, he continues to thrust roughly into your soaking wet cunt, his fingers seeking out that spot deep inside where you always seem to lose it. "Tell them," he urges roughly as his hips begin to move faster, each stroke pushing him closer and closer to the edge himself.

His free hand finds its way between your spread legs again, sliding up your inner thigh before wrapping around the aching bud of your clit and expertly stroking in time with his thrusts. "Tell them how good it feels," he growls into your ear, practically demanding you speak as pleasure washes over him in waves.

"Daddy..." you moan out weakly, the first word to escape your lips since being taken. Your breath comes

He growls low in his throat as you cry out beneath him, your body trembling and convulsing around his fingers as you come apart in his hands for the second time that night. It's almost too much; the feel of you quivering around him, the taste of your sweet cunt on his tongue...it all sends a shudder through him as he finally loses control, spilling his seed deep inside your still-tight channel. His fingers curl into fists as he tries to hold back another orgasm, grinding roughly against you until he's spent and collapsed forward onto your sweat-soaked chest, panting heavily with exhaustion.

His hands drift lower again, exploring the soft skin of your stomach before dipping lower still, pushing up beneath the hem of your shirt to rest lightly on your smooth, toned abs. He can feel your heart racing beneath his

You know what I like to hear, brat...and you know just how to make me feel good when you do it. Your touch sends a shiver down my spine, making it difficult for me to keep my hands to myself any longer. I'm aching for release again already, but this time...I think I want to take things even slower.

With a groan, I pull my fingers free from your still-slick folds and grip the hem of my shirt, lifting it over your head before tossing it aside carelessly. My mouth water at the sight of you laid out beneath me: breasts heaving with each ragged breath, stomach taut and gleaming with sweat, hips writhing restlessly against the sofa cushions...I could feast on you all night long.

My lips curl into a wicked grin as I hear your dirty words echoing through the room. God, how much do I love that you think about this even when we're not together? The thought only serves to make my already aching cock harder than ever. Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I lean down and capture one of your breasts in my mouth, sucking hard on the nipple while rolling it between my teeth.

My hand finds its way back between your legs, pushing them further apart as I stroke over your wetness. "Don't worry," I murmur against your skin, "I'll make sure they all hear how much you want this." With that, I slide two fingers back inside of you and begin to thrust harder, deeper, letting out a groan of pleasure at the tight, hot grip you have on my fingers.

Your hips rise off the couch in response

I lean down, pressing my body against yours as I thrust harder, deeper into your soaking wet cunt. Your moans fill the air around us as I lose myself in the feel of you, squeezing your breasts with each powerful stroke. "That's it," I growl hoarsely, "give it to me." My other hand reaches down, circling your clit before moving lower to finger your tight little hole.

You gasp as my fingers penetrate you simultaneously, and I can feel the tremors starting deep within your core. I thrust deeper, harder, relentless in my need for release. Your hips begin to buck wildly against mine as your orgasm builds, overwhelming you with pleasure.

"Cum for me," I grit out through clenched teeth, driving my fingers deeper even as I feel the familiar tightening in my own balls. "Let Daddy

Cum for me," I growl, sliding my fingers in and out of you as roughly as possible. "Let Daddy feel how much he owns you." The words are nearly a desperate plea; the need for release so great that it's making me shake with desire. You close your eyes tightly, arching your back off the couch as pleasure washes over you in a violent wave.

"Fuck..." you moan brokenly, thrusting your hips up toward my hand as you come apart beneath my touch. I feel it too; the hot spurt of release against my fingers as you orgasm hard enough to shake us both. And with that, my own control snaps like a twig, and I cry out hoarsely as my cock jerks in time with your orgasm, spilling my seed deep inside your body.

I collapse forward onto you, kissing and nipping

My breathing finally begins to return to normal as I press soft kisses along your jaw and neck, taking in the intoxicating scent of your skin. You're right; every time we're together like this, you do feel different afterward...warmer, more open. It's intoxicating knowing that my seed is inside of you, filling you up and claiming you as mine.

"I know exactly what it means," I whisper, looking down at you with possessive eyes. "And I intend to make sure everyone else knows too." My hand trails lightly over your stomach before coming to rest on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze as I pull back slightly, admiring the sight of you laid out beneath me. "Come on," I say with a crooked grin, "let's go let them know how much fun we had."

With that, I help you to

Of course," you reply with a playful wink before rolling off the couch and standing up, offering me your hand. "You've worn me out, but I can fake it through the rest of the party just for you." I take your hand in mine and help you to your feet, pulling you close as we make our way back into the main room where the rest of your friends are still partying away.

As we enter the room, they all turn to look at us expectantly, their eyes roving hungrily over your body. You blush, suddenly self-conscious in a way that only adds to your charm, but I know you're enjoying this attention as much as I am. "Well," you say with a teasing smile, "we had some fun playing around by the sofa, but Daddy here couldn't handle it for long."

The look in their eyes tells me everything I need to know

I grin in satisfaction as I watch my friends leave, feeling the weight of your body pressed against mine and knowing that they all understand now who's really in charge here. "So," I murmur into your ear, nipping gently at the lobe, "where should we take this party next?"

You tilt your head back slightly to expose your neck, giving me an inviting look. "There's a private hot tub out on the patio," you whisper, eyes fluttering closed as I start to trace small circles around her ear with my tongue. "I don't know if anyone else knows about it...but they won't mind us using it tonight." A shiver runs down your spine at the thought, and I feel a surge of power course through me at the knowledge that you are completely and utterly mine tonight.

"Lead the way," I breathe into her ear before taking her

I let out a low chuckle as I hear your question. It's late, the party is winding down...and there's no one left but us now. The thought of being so openly intimate with you in front of everyone sends a shiver down my spine. "Maybe," I tease, nibbling gently on your earlobe before pulling back to look into your eyes, "if you want me to."

You smile nervously, biting your bottom lip as you peer up at me through your eyelashes. I can feel the heat radiating off of you in waves and it only makes me harder, more possessive. Leaning down, I capture your lips with my own, letting out a growl of frustration as our mouths fuse together in a desperate battle for control. Your hands wrap around my neck, pulling me even closer as we lose ourselves once again in the taste and

Together, we stumble out onto the patio and across the cool marble to where I spy a dimly lit hot tub nestled in the corner beneath a canopy of stars. The water glows invitingly, steam rising lazily into the night air. Without breaking apart from our heated kiss, I guide you over to the edge and help you lower yourself into the warmth before following suit myself.

The heat feels incredible against my skin after being out in the cool night air, but it's nothing compared to the feverish desire that you ignite within me. My hands roam freely over your body, tracing circles around your breasts and stomach before sliding lower still, parting your wet folds to find your already swollen clit eager for attention.

"Do you want this?" I murmur against your neck as my fingers work their magic on your most sensitive spots. "

"Yes," you moan out, arching your back off the edge of the tub as I continue to tease and torment you with my fingers. "I want...want Daddy to make me feel good." Your hips start to rise up toward my hand in instinctive motion, but it's not nearly enough for what you need right now. You're aching for release, craving my touch in a way that only I can give you.

"Well then," I growl against your neck before pushing two fingers into you and starting to thrust roughly inside, "let Daddy see how good he can make it." As I fill you with my fingers, I lean back slightly, watching the pleasure play across your face as my actions send shockwaves through your body. My other hand finds its way up to cup your breast, massaging and tweaking your nipple roughly between thumb and forefinger until you're squirming

I groan as I feel the forbidden desire course through me at your words. The thought of you carrying my child...our child...to a ceremony where everyone would see is both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. My fingers curl tighter around yours as I push deeper, harder into your aching cunt, feeling you tighten around me with each thrust. "Mine," I growl against your neck, punctuating the word with a rough slap to your ass that has you shuddering violently beneath my touch.

My other hand slides up your stomach, cupping your breast before pinching and pulling hard on your nipple, twisting it between my fingers as I watch you writhe beneath me. "Say it again," I demand hoarsely, desperate for the taste of your submission in the air around us. "Tell me you want to be mine."

You

"You belong to me," I growl, feeling the familiar tightening in my balls as I push harder and faster into you. "And no one will ever forget it." My fingers slip between your lips with ease, coated in your arousal as they probe deeper, finding the spot that makes you gasp and writhe beneath me. With a rough thrust, I push two fingers deep inside of you, curling them tightly as I feel you contract around my fingers in eager anticipation.

"Mine," I groan, withdrawing one hand briefly to lean down and take your nipple into my mouth, sucking hard until you cry out in pleasure. "Mine." And with that final word, I release myself inside of you, filling you up with the evidence of our forbidden tryst as my body shudders with satisfaction.

You sink beneath the surface of the water, boneless and pliant against