Forbidden Desires

Silent Scream

"I've been out of my mind, Dina. The moment I looked at you or heard you breathing in the next room, I felt like the devil, and the entire time you've been the one calling the shots.”

He loomed over me, his c**k already throbbing harder against my leg, pressing the fourteen inches of it into my skin.

"You have absolutely no idea what you've unleashed here. Are you ready for me to finish it? For you to truly understand what happens when I let go of every pretense and inhibition?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed, pressing my chest against him and arching into him. "Prove it. I want to see how bad you've wanted me, daddy. Don't stop until I can't walk."

“I want to hear you screaming my name, Daddy.”

A primal fire lit his eyes, burning away the last leftover of his confusion and replacing it with raw dominance.

His hands came down to clamp around my hips, squeezing the hell from my flesh and pressing himself against me until he was ready once more.

No more holding back; no more biting his tongue; no more hesitating. He was here to take what he’d let me borrow, and I was going to eat up the fire I had set streaking inside of me.

He slammed his hard c**k deep inside me with so much force that he took my breath away. The blow was deep and primal, and the bed trembled from the shock that went through it.

"God... Robert... Your d**k is so damn huge." I called him by his name for the first time, the word sounding foreign on my lips, but as if it would be the final seal that our pact would never be broken.

“Fuckkkkk me, Robert. Fuckkkk your slut daughter, ahhhh nnnnnn mmmmm… daddy, yesssss like that, hnnnnnnn deeper daddy.” My head flopping from side to side on the pillow, as his movements became more insistent, more punished than before.

I was unhinged from the first thrust, and he drove into me with territorial intent, with pure animal hunger, and Jesus! His d**k felt so gooddddd.

"Promise you'll f**k… me every day daddyyyyy," I cried, my voice mixing with my uninhibited, heavy moan. It had been too long, and in reality, it was more than 1000 times better than my dreams.

"Your p***y is so… goodddddd and f*****g tight, honey," he growled in a deep, vibrant hum, the words vibrating directly on my skin.

"You like my p***y, daddy?" I choked, drawing my legs around his narrow waist to pull him deeper still.

"Yes," he hissed, his eyes locked with mine, dark passion filling me with a panic I welcomed.

"Then f**k it every day and every time, daddy.”

His lips found mine. He began to kiss me more roughly, as if he hadn't touched a woman's lips for years. It was our first true kiss, and the most intensely erotic thing I had ever imagined, not even in my wildest fantasies.

Damn it, his lips tasted like heaven, musky, warm, and it took my breath away. I groaned, a ragged sound that came from somewhere deep within my body, and his mouth again.

"Hnnn daddyyy", I whimpered as my fingers dug into the flesh of his back, I pulled him closer until the crushing weight of his huge frame held me down against the mattress.

He didn't pause or slow down at all. As his mouth began to devour me, he continued f*****g me faster, with a heavy rhythm as his enormous c**k grazed the inside of my soaked p***y with its enormous mass through my thin slip and sweaty friction.

The bed groaned beneath his onslaught, muffled by the sounds of my own ragged breathing and his deep gasps as his tremendous c**k pushed its way against my womb with each tremendous surge that threatened to rip me apart.

I arched further against it as my legs locked around him to push him deeper within my quivering body, and my mind was screaming.

“Don't stop, daddyyy.” f**k my p***y hard, give it to me, Robert, yesss like that.”

He was kissing me as though he wanted to take me down to hell, his tongue tangling with mine as he rammed himself deeper into me, and the room grew dimmer and darker.

However, the smell of my skin with him and the rich, dangerous musk of a man filled the air that was thick and humid, and my legs wrapped around his waist as I pulled him even tighter toward my wetness.

The heat was becoming too much to bear; my body tensed with a blinding heat that felt as though my bones would shatter.

“I am cumin Robert,” f**k me harder, aggnh, ahh.”

I arched, my inner muscles quivering in rhythm around his enormous c**k, letting loose that fiery torrent inside of me. I was already cumin. But I wanted to taste him.

"I want to taste your c**k, daddy," I gasped, and before he knew it, I shifted position.

I put my legs around, so that I was sitting on his mouth, and my wet cunt was against his lips while leaning forward to take his 14-inch c**k in my mouth. He filled me, until I was choking, his essence, and his power, washed over my tongue.

"f**k," he hissed, his hands gripping my thighs so tightly I knew they would leave bruises. He was f*****g my p***y with his tongue, as I sucked his d**k, tasting my juices mixing with his own.

His tongue worked with desperate speed across my cunt as mine curved around the head of his c**k until he c*m, then started moving down his c**k with passion until I was taking every bit of his semen.

We were now two bodies lost in the moonlight and in the heat, and I was tasting his c*m, mixed with my own hot juices, my hips bucking, and I was dying.

I can't believe that… we both finally f*****g each other without pretending to be asleep or view once touching. God, so f*****g good to finally get f****d by him.