THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 3

LANA

The door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the sheet. My heart slammed against my ribs. I yanked the sheet higher like it could protect me.

“What… sir… my mum…” The words tangled in my throat. I couldn’t get a full sentence out. My face felt like it was on fire and my stomach twisted with guilt. This was my mom’s husband. What the hell was he doing in here?

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, slow and quiet. “She’s wasted already, don’t worry. She’s sleeping like a rock.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” I forced out, my voice cracking. I sat up straighter, pressing my back against the headboard. “Why are you in my room? You can’t just walk in here.”

He stopped at the foot of the bed and crossed his arms, still staring at me. “What were you doing standing outside my door earlier?”

I froze. My mouth opened but nothing came out. Shame flooded me. I had stood there listening to him f**k my mom, getting wetter with every moan, imagining it was me. I couldn’t admit that. Not to him. Not out loud.

“I… I was just getting water,” I lied, but my voice sounded weak even to me.

Dominic’s mouth curved into a small smirk. “Bullshit. I saw the way you looked at me the second I walked into the living room today. I knew you weren’t some innocent little girl the moment your n*****s got hard when I smacked your mom’s ass. You wanted it. You still do.”

My breath caught. Part of me wanted to scream at him to get out, to tell him this was wrong, that my mom was right down the hall. But another part… the part that had been throbbing since dinner… kept my ass glued to the bed. My ex’s words echoed in my head, boring. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I wasn’t supposed to want this.

He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell him sweat and something darker. “Tell me how you broke up with your boyfriend.”

I didn’t want to. I really didn’t but the words started spilling out anyway, like he had pulled a string inside me. “He said I was boring in bed. It was my first time with anyone and he dumped me because of it.”

Dominic listened without interrupting, his eyes never leaving my face. When I finished he leaned in a little. “Let’s check if you’re boring, Lana.”

My stomach dropped like I was falling. “No. My mom is right down the hall. This is wrong. You can’t…”

“Shhh.” He pressed one finger to his own lips, then pointed it at me. “She’s out cold. It’s just you and me. Take your shorts off.” He commanded.

I shook my head hard, even as heat pooled between my legs. “I can’t. This isn’t right. She’s my mom. You’re her husband. I shouldn’t even be talking to you like this.”

But my hands were already moving. I lifted my hips and slid the thin pajama shorts down my thighs, kicking them off the bed. Cool air hit my bare p***y and I realized how soaked I was. My juices had leaked onto the sheet. I clamped my thighs shut tight, shame burning my cheeks.

Dominic didn’t move from where he sat. He just stared between my legs. “Spread them wide, Lana. Let me see.”

I bit my lip so hard it hurt. Every part of me screamed that I should stop this, that I should push him away and lock the door. But my legs slowly opened anyway. I felt exposed and dirty and so turned on I could barely think. My c**t was swollen and aching.

“f**k, look at that pretty p***y dripping for me already,” he said, voice low and rough. He reached out and dragged two thick fingers through my folds, spreading my wetness. I gasped loud. My hips jerked without me telling them to.

“Please… we shouldn’t…” I whispered, but the words died when he pushed one finger inside me. Then two. They stretched me slowly and deep. I moaned into my hand, slamming it over my mouth to keep quiet.

Dominic started pumping them in and out, steady and firm. “That’s it. Feel how wet you are? Your ex was a f*****g i***t. This p***y is greedy as hell.”

He curled his fingers and hit a spot that made my eyes roll back. I whimpered hard against my palm. “Mmmh…fuck…” My legs shook. He added a third finger and the stretch made me moan louder. I had to bite my hand to stop from screaming.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, f*****g me faster with his fingers. Wet squelching sounds filled the room. “Hear how sloppy your cunt is for Daddy’s fingers? You’re soaking my whole hand.”

I nodded frantically even though I didn’t mean to. My hips started rocking against his hand on their own. Every thrust made my t**s bounce under my tank top. My n*****s rubbed against the fabric and it felt too good. I was losing control.

“Mmhh…oh god…Dom daddy…” I moaned into my hand, the sound muffled but desperate. He rubbed my c**t with his thumb in tight, rough circles and my whole body jerked.

“Keep those legs open,” he ordered. “Don’t you dare close them. I want to watch this p***y c*m all over my fingers.”

He went harder, faster, twisting his fingers every time he pushed in deep. My juices ran down his wrist. I was panting, sweating, my free hand gripping the sheet so tight my knuckles hurt. The pressure built so fast it scared me. I had never felt anything close to this. My ex had never made me shake like this.

“I’m…fuck I’m gonna…” I tried to warn him but the words broke into a whimper.

“Come on it,” he said, voice dark. “c*m like the little slut you really are.”

That pushed me over. My orgasm hit me like a truck. My back arched off the bed and I screamed into my hand, the sound loud and broken. My p***y clenched around his fingers again and again, gushing wet heat all over his hand. My thighs trembled violently. Wave after wave rolled through me and he didn’t stop fingering me through it, slowing down but still deep, dragging it out until I was twitching and gasping.

When it finally eased I collapsed back onto the mattress, chest heaving, legs still spread wide. My hand fell away from my mouth. I felt raw and used and completely alive.

Dominic slowly pulled his fingers out of me. They were shiny and covered in my c*m. He brought them to his mouth right in front of me and licked them clean, one by one, eyes locked on mine the whole time. The sight made my p***y clench again even though I had just c*m.

He stood up, wiped the rest on his sweatpants, and looked down at me.

“If you want me to f**k you,” he said, voice low and calm, “you’re going to ask nicely. Understand?”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, still breathing hard, body buzzing.

He turned, opened the door, and walked out without another word, closing it softly behind him.

I lay there in the dark, legs still trembling, p***y throbbing, mind spinning with guilt and want and the sick feeling that I already knew what I was going to ask him next.