Twisted: married to his father

Chapter 9

Sophia’s pov

What nonsense is he talking about? I’m horny right now, and I need to be pleased. How dare he deny me such? I was literally on fire, and he was the one with the water to quench this thirstiness I was feeling.

“What the hell are you saying?” I sat up almost immediately.

“I have somewhere to be.” He replied while cleaning his hands with some wet wipes on the table, I sat there frozen and feeling used and humiliated.

There was no way I would actually go down like this, I let out an audible grunt, spreading my legs wide. “Perhaps you’re infertile and scared to admit it.” a crazy smirk crept on my lips. I knew what I was doing and he looked like he was creeping into my trap.

He arched his brow at me, biting my lips. I slowly rubbed my c**t, biting my lower lip seductively, letting out soft moans, I threw my head back, loving every bit of it.

“Ahhhh, yesss.” I moaned, closing my eyes but could hear his feet shift, a smile formed on the corner of my lips.

I didn’t need to rush, he hadn't made his move yet, I could tell he’s a patient man but he can't subdue his urges for so long and that patience only made me yearn him more. I imagined his hands wrapped around my throat and the other groping my breast.

My mind was beginning to get hazy from the endless pleasure, my finger digging into my juicy hole, now that I deeply thought about it, it won't be such a bad idea to actually have his kids. It sounded absurd to think that but this man…not because i've planned it but because a part of me imagined it to be a good idea.

I didn't care to think of the consequences, all I could think of was his eyes, the way he seemed cold and yet stared at me softly like I'm the only person worth seeing. The way my body answered him without hesitation and moved in tune with his.

I realized something, the disgust I had felt had diminished, I didn't care if I was being vulnerable, I wanted to say it out loud.

I could feel his cold hands trail behind my back, my breath catching against his shoulder… I felt relieved. “Such a stubborn cupcake.” She spanked my ass but all I gave him was a soft moan, never letting my finger out of my hole since I was close.

I bucked my hip, wanting more than just my finger.

He kissed me, this time slowly, like we had the whole time in the world and I didn't back down. I matched with his energy, not out of compulsion but because I wanted to, because every part of me kept screaming yes!

Yes to his touch

Yes to his closeness

Yes to him…

The part of me that wanted to resist was quiet now, not silenced but soothed to remind me that I could still get hurt but I wasn’t going to let that hold me down.

We moved like we had done this a million times, though we haven't. Every movement felt like it was answering a question I never asked. My heartbeat in my dry throat.

Although he was a little rough, I could still feel him try to be gentle. “You love it? Hm?” and every time I answered with a nod, curling my finger at the nape of his neck.

At some point I couldn't think, the moment my mind became calm the thought of carrying a child swam through my mind again, just then i felt him roughly enter me. I didn't realize when he had taken out my finger.

I flung my eyes open, staring at him in shock, my mind disoriented and moans dashing out of my mouth. “Such a naughty girl, daddy’s gonna make you cry in pleasure.” he whispered, a smirk on the corner of his lips as he thrusted roughly into me.

I wanted to curse at him but my head felt light, his d**k hitting every corner of my inner walls but my sweet spot but it felt just as good.

“Fuck.” I screamed, spilling warm liquid but that wasn't all, he kept pounding, sweat dripping down his face and falling on my bare chest, he squeezed my breasts while pinning my hands up with the other hand. He suckled on the other breast, making sure to keep eye contact with me.

I was a moaning mess but I didn't care, I could die this way and be the happiest woman. My screams echoing in the room.

‘Faster..” I pleaded. ‘Please daddy.’

He gently let go of my hand, I squeezed the sheets tightly, rolling my eyes back, I was about to explode when his phone rang.

Neither of us seemed to care until he glanced at it and pulled away just before I was about to c*m.

“Wait!, let me finish.” I begged but he didn't seem to care, he grabbed his phone and smirked back at me. “ I like to see you yearn for me.” he spanked my c**t and spread my leg wider.

I was initially angry for a split second but that faded as soon as he pounded into me. “f**k!”

He listened to the call and froze again. “What the f**k did you say?” he screamed.

My body shuddered in fear. “Whats wrong?” I leaned close to hear but he pushed me away harshly. “Gather the men I’ll be on my way.” he instructed the person on the other line.

I stared at him with wide eyes, confusion written all over my face. “What the hell is going on?” I asked louder, not caring to cover up as I watched him out on his clothes.

“Can you at least say something?” I was left in the dark here and it didn't do any justice that he wasn't responding to me. “f*****g tell me something.”

“Why don't you f*****g lay on the bed and f**k yourself? Playtime is over kitty!” he snapped and walked out of the room.

What just happened?