Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)

Daddy’s Turn

Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

He stepped all the way inside and eased the door shut behind him with a soft click. The room plunged back into shadows.

Mom’s snoring drifted faintly through the walls. She's still asleep

“Well?” Mark’s voice was low, rough, the same tone he used when he told Jake to take out the trash or me to clean my room. Calm 'n commanding “I said don’t stop on my account, son. Finish what you started. f**k her.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “Dad… this is f****d up-”

“Shut up and move,” Mark growled, stepping closer until his knees brushed the edge of my bed.

His eyes dropped to where Jake’s c**k was stretching my shaved little p***y, watching the way my slick glistened on my stepbrother’s shaft.

“Look at her. She’s dripping. You think I don’t know you two have been sneaking around for months? I’ve heard every moan, every creak. Now give her what she needs before I do it myself.”

Jake hesitated one more second, then his hips rolled forward again, slowly now, uncertain, but the drag of his c**k inside me still made me bite my lip hard.

I whimpered, the sound tiny and broken. Mark’s hand came down on my thigh, warm, rough and heavy, holding me open wider for his son.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Nice and deep. Let Daddy watch how you stretch her.”

The word *Daddy* from his mouth sent a filthy bolt of heat straight to my c**t. Jake started thrusting again, finding his rhythm, the wet slap of skin on skin barely muffled by the pillow I shoved against my face.

And then Mark’s fingers traced higher, brushing over my c**t while Jake f****d me, and I nearly screamed.

“You like that, Mia?” Mark asked, voice velvet and steel. “My boy been taking care of this tight little cunt? Or have you been thinking about something bigger?”

I couldn’t answer.

Jake was pounding me harder now, encouraged by his dad’s words, his balls smacking my ass with every stroke. Mark leaned down, his broad chest brushing my t**s, and pinched one n****e hard enough to make my back arch.

“Answer me,” he ordered quietly.

“Y-yes,” I gasped into the pillow. “I… I think about it.”

Mark gave a dark and low chuckle. He straightened up and shoved his sweatpants down, and his c**k sprang free-Jesus Christ. It was huge. Easily ten inches, thick as my wrist, the fat head already glistening with pre-c*m and way bigger than Jake’s.

The kind of size that made my stomach clench with equal parts terror and raw, aching need.

Jake faltered mid-thrust, staring. “Dad…”

“Move over,” Mark said simply. He wrapped one big hand around the base of his massive c**k and stroked it in front of my face “Hold her legs back for me, son. And keep your hand over her mouth. She’s gonna need it.”

Jake pulled out with a wet loud pop, my p***y clenching emptily around nothing. c*m and my own juices leaked down my ass.

Then Mark was between my thighs, the heat of that monster c**k pressing against my soaked folds.

He rubbed the fat head up and down my slit, teasing my c**t, coating himself in my slick.

“Easy, baby girl,” he breathed. “This is gonna feel like I’m splitting you open. But you’re gonna take every inch for Daddy, aren’t you?”

I nodded frantically.

Jake’s palm clamped over my mouth just as Mark pushed forward.

The stretch was insane. The head alone popped past my entrance and I felt my walls forced wider than they’d ever been.

I screamed into Jake’s hand, eyes watering and my body shaking. It hurt—f**k, it burned—but underneath that was a deep, throbbing pleasure that made my toes curl.

Mark kept pushing, slow and relentless thrust, feeding inch after thick inch into my tiny p***y until his heavy balls rested against my ass and the head kissed my cervix.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “So goddamn tight. Like you were made for this.”

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back halfway and slammed in again, harder this time

The bed creaked beneath us Jake’s hand muffled my cries as Mark started f*****g me for real, long, powerful strokes that made my t**s bounce and my belly bulge slightly every time he bottomed out.

“You feel that, Mia?” he panted. “That’s Daddy’s c**k ruining you for anyone else. Jake’s been playing in this p***y… but I’m gonna breed it right.”

The dirty words sent me spiraling. My p***y clenched and fluttered around his massive shaft, trying to take him deeper. Jake’s free hand found my c**t, rubbing tight circles while his dad destroyed me.

“Gonna fill you up,” Mark growled, hips snapping faster. “Gonna pump load after load into this fertile little cunt until it’s dripping down your thighs tomorrow. You want Daddy’s baby, don’t you? While Mom sleeps ten feet away?”

I came so hard my vision whited out. My walls milked his c**k like a fist, squirting around his thickness. Mark buried himself to the hilt and roared low in his throat. And then, hot, thick ropes of c*m blasted against my cervix, once, twice, three heavy spurts that felt like they’d never stop coming.

He kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside.

When he finally pulled out, a thick gush of his c*m followed, running down my ass crack onto the sheets. Jake stared, mesmerized, his own c**k still rock-hard 'n still leaking

Mark leaned down, kissed my forehead like I was his good little girl, and whispered, “Clean her up, son. We’re not done tonight.”

Mom’s snoring never even stuttered.