Free Use Zip Code 3
1094 Words
GARNET'S POV
My stepdad's hand was already between my legs before I was fully awake.
Not a dream. Not my imagination.
But his actual hand, warm and invasive.
Two fingers already moving through my p***y folds like it was the only thing that had kept him awake all night.
Startled, I turned my head to the bedside clock.
1:10 AM.
What the f**k!
Just one hour into free use week.
One bloody hour!
And he was already this desperate.
"How did you get into my room," I snapped. But my voice came out foggy with sleep and considerably less outraged than I needed it to be given the circumstances.
"Don't worry about that."
He didn't even look up. Just kept his eyes on what his hand was doing between my legs and to my p***y. Like I was something he was examining. "You're already wet."
I was already wet… truthfully.
I hated that I was already wet.
My body had obviously made it's own decision without consulting me.
"Get out!" I said. Barely able to resist the sensation of pleasure consuming my cunt.
"No." He said it the same way he said everything. Calm. Final.
Then his fingers found my c**t.
"Oh f**k…" The sound came out before I had a chance to stop it and his mouth curved slightly in the dim light of my bedroom and I hated him with every fibre of my being.
He began circling my c**t slowly. Barely any pressure. Just enough to make my hips shift upward toward his hand and give away every filthy desire I'd been trying so hard to hide.
"Greg… Daddy… f**k, stop! I mean it…"
"I know you mean it," he said nonchalantly. Increasing the pressure slightly and watching my face react to it. "Call me daddy again."
"I'm not going to say it!"
He pressed harder on my c**t. " Suit yourself then.”
"Oh gosh, Daddy please…"
And my moan made him smile with pure sin.
Fuck!
He continued working my c**t in tight circles and my thighs fell open because they had independently also made their own decision.
I grabbed his wrist with both hands and held it there, trying to stop him. But actually not stopping him at all.
Instead, he punished me by forcing two fingers into my p***y.
Instantly my back came off the mattress with a force that nearly snapped my spine clean in half.
"There she is," he said quietly. Like he had hit some treasure chest deep in my hole.
He curled his fingers and I turned my face to the side. Sobbing into my own pillow while my hands were still theoretically trying to remove his wrist from between my legs with no meaningful progress in sight.
My p***y kept on betraying me. Clenching tightly around his fingers.
Traitor!
I was soaking. Embarrassingly, obscenely soaking. And the sounds his fingers was making in the dark were filthy and loud and I pressed my face harder into the pillow.
Then he reached up and pulled the pillow away.
"I want to hear you," he said.
"I hate you!" I hissed.
"I know… and I love it."
He drove his fingers deeper and my hips rolled up to meet them. The contradiction was just embarrassing.
He pushed up my nightwear and his mouth found my breast.
Pulled my hard n****e between his lips and sucking hard till the sound that tore out of me frightened myself.
His fingers kept thrusting inside me while his mouth worked my breast and I was completely overwhelmed from both directions simultaneously.
My orgasm arrived without warning. Crashing through me while I gripped the sheets, crying out his name which I was furious about.
Yet he didn't stop.
Oh no, he didn't.
Stepdad kept his fingers digging through every f*****g wave.
Mouth moving to my other breast and sucking with so much passion.
His tongue working my n****e until I was oversensitive and squirming.
I even tried to push his head away with both my hands but he was just too strong.
He pinned my arms down with one hand. Kept his mouth exactly where it was and diabolically added his thumb to my c**t and I came again immediately.
My p***y gushed around his fingers. Soaking his hand. Soaking the sheets beneath me while I made sounds into my dark bedroom that I had never made before in my life.
"No more," I breathed. "Greg, please, I can't. There's nothing left…"
"There is," he said against my breast. Like he knew my body better than I did.
Infuriatingly, he was right.
His fingers drove deeper. Curled harder.
His thumb worked my swollen c**t without mercy and I was shaking all over. Thighs trembling on either side of his hand. Tears streaming down my face not from pain but from the sheer overwhelming pleasure of it all.
"I hate you!" I screamed again as I came for the third time.
My walls snapped around his fingers and my hips jerked upward and his name came out of my mouth in a broken wail that the neighbours definitely heard.
He worked me through every last shuddering wave until I was completely limp and wrung out and barely coherent. Soaked from my thighs to my ass crack with the sheets ruined and my chest heaving.
Then he withdrew his hand.
Stood up from the edge of the bed.
And I laid there destroyed. Watching my stepdad move toward the door in the dark, completely unbothered. Like he'd just completed a routine task.
Just before his hand found the door handle.
He turned back.
Then…
His palm came down hard between my legs and onto my oversensitive cunt.
SMACK!
The smack echoed in the quiet room and my hips convulsed upward without my permission.
And I burst into tears right there. Sobbing at the pain, pleasure and my total devastation.
He stood there and watched my hips come back down.
Satisfied.
"Once it's 7 AM," he said. "Come downstairs and make my breakfast."
Then the door clicked shut behind him.
And I stared at the ceiling.
My p***y was still throbbing.
My sheets were a disaster.
My body felt like it had been taken completely apart and put back together slightly differently.
I turned to my clock.
1:30 AM.
I had come three times in twenty minutes from a man I had spent five years telling myself I hated.
“f**k Free Use week," I muttered breathlessly under my breath.
Then I looked down at my ruined p***y. “f**k you too!"
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