Skin and Sin (An Erotica Collection)

Stepdaddy’s Filthy Girl -5

Theron left her bound to the headboard only long enough to strip the rest of his clothes. When he came back to the bed his c**k was fully hard again, thick and wet at the tip from the earlier release in her mouth.

Nyssa watched him with wide, hungry eyes, wrists still secured, ass still pink, n*****s dark and swollen from everything he had already done to them.

He climbed over her and went straight back to her breasts. He pushed them together with both hands, squeezed the soft flesh until it spilled between his fingers, and rubbed the head of his c**k through the tight valley he created.

“These belong to me now,” he said. “You kept offering them. Now they’re mine to use.”

He f****d between her t**s in slow, deliberate strokes, the head of his c**k appearing and disappearing against her sternum.

She bent her head and tried to lick the tip each time it came close. He let her for a few thrusts, then pulled back and lowered his mouth to one n****e.

He sucked hard, teeth grazing, while his hand twisted the other. She arched as much as the belt allowed and moaned his name.

“Louder,” he told her. “I want to hear how much you need it.”

He spent long minutes on her breasts again, sucking, biting lightly, pinching, pulling, until both peaks were even more sensitive and she was squirming. Only then did he sit back on his heels and look at the marked skin of her ass.

“Hold your t**s up for me.”

She cupped them, lifting the soft weight. He brought his open hand down across the side of one breast, then the other, sharp and controlled. She gasped.

He spanked the undersides next, the stinging heat mixing with the lingering ache in her n*****s.

Between strikes he reached down and slid two fingers through her soaked folds, collecting the wetness and spreading it over her c**t without giving her real friction.

He spanked her ass again, harder than before, covering the already pink skin until it deepened toward red.

She counted when he told her to and thanked him between broken breaths. When her whole lower body felt hot and throbbing he finally moved between her thighs.

He hooked her legs over his arms, lined his c**k up, and pushed in with one long, steady thrust.

She was so wet he sank to the hilt in a single stroke. Both of them groaned. Her walls clenched tight around him.

He stayed buried for a moment, letting her feel every thick inch, then started to f**k her in deep, powerful drives.

“This is the consequence,” he said, voice rough. “Every short pair of shorts. Every time you brushed that ass against me. Every moan of my name through a cracked door. You asked for this.”

He reached up while he thrust and twisted both n*****s in time with his strokes. The dual sensation made her cry out. When the sound got too loud he pulled one hand free and spanked her ass mid-thrust, the sharp crack loud in the room.

“Ask permission if you want to come.”

“Please,” she gasped. “Please let me come. I’ll be good. I’m yours to use. Yours to correct. Please, Theron.”

He kept the same hard pace, still playing with her t**s, still landing the occasional spank. “Say it again. Clear.”

“I’m yours to use and correct. Please let me come.”

He drove deeper, angled his hips so the head of his c**k rubbed the spot that made her shake, and finally gave the order. “Come.”

She broke with a long, broken moan, cunt clamping down around him in tight, rhythmic pulses.

He f****d her through it, never slowing, twisting her n*****s the whole time so the orgasm stretched longer and sharper.

When the last waves faded he pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and shoved back inside from behind in one hard thrust.

He gripped her hair with one hand and reached under with the other, cupping and squeezing her dangling breasts, pinching the n*****s in time with every deep stroke.

The new angle let him go even deeper. She pushed back to meet him and he spanked her ass again for it.

“I set the pace. Not you.”

He f****d her hard and steady like that, hair in his fist, t**s in his other hand, until she was close again. He made her ask once more, made her repeat that she was his to use and correct, then let her come a second time around his c**k. The way she squeezed him almost pulled him over, but he held back, pulled out, and rolled onto his back.

“Climb on. Hands on my chest. You move how I tell you.”

She straddled him and sank down onto his c**k slowly, taking every inch. He gripped both of her breasts hard, thumbs pressing into the n*****s, and dictated the rhythm with short upward thrusts and the pressure of his hands.

“Slow. Deeper. That’s it.”

When she tried to speed up he spanked the side of her ass and tightened his hold on her t**s until she slowed again. He kept her there, controlling every rise and fall, watching her face, watching the way her breasts moved in his hands. The wet sound of her cunt around him filled the room. He talked to her the whole time, low and filthy, reminding her why she was full of him, why her ass was marked, why her n*****s were sore and used.

When he got close he pulled her down tight and thrust up hard, flooding her in thick pulses while she shook through a third orgasm on top of him. He kept her there until the last aftershocks faded, still holding her breasts, still buried deep.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard, skin sticky and hot. His c**k softened only a little inside her. Nyssa shifted and felt him twitch. She leaned down and kissed the side of his throat, already rolling her hips in a tiny, hopeful circle.

Theron caught her waist and stilled her. His hands moved back to her t**s, squeezing gently now, thumbs brushing the tender n*****s.

“Punishment’s only paused,” he said. “Not finished. You seduced me. You’ll keep taking what I give you.”

She nodded against his neck, already wet again around him, already aching for the next round of correction. His c**k started to harden inside her once more. He did not pull out. He simply kept his hands on her breasts, massaging her sensitive bud.