ALL I WANT IS A DEEP THRUST (II END)

Chapter 2

I pushed the doorknob slightly and slipped inside, my hand trembling so badly I almost dropped it. The door creaked softly behind me as I closed it, my breath catching in my throat.

I didn’t even know why I was here. My body had moved before my brain could stop me. It was like something inside me dragged me to this house, something darker than anger, heavier than frustration. Something that scared me.

My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. My chest rose and fell quickly, like I had been running. My legs felt weak, my knees unsteady as I stood there in nothing but a skimpy short and a loose top with no bra underneath.

My mind screamed at me to turn around, to run, to go home before I did something I could never take back. But my feet stayed rooted to the floor. My hand, the same hand that had turned the doorknob, wouldn’t move.

“Should I go back?” I whispered under my breath, my voice shaky and uncertain.

“What are you doing?”

The deep voice came from behind me, so sudden and close that it felt like someone had punched me in the chest. My whole body jerked. My breath froze in my lungs as a shiver shot down my spine.

Slowly, almost terrified, I turned toward the voice.

My throat closed up instantly.

Adrian’s father stood on the staircase, halfway down, his broad chest completely bare. He was wearing only a loose pair of pants that hung low on his hips. My eyes dragged down before I could stop them.

His stomach was tight and carved with muscle. His arms were strong, veins standing out like ropes under his skin. His chest rose and fell slowly, calm and steady, while my own breath was uneven and sharp.

Heat rushed to my face, and I swallowed hard, trying to look away, but my eyes wouldn’t obey.

“Adrian is not at home,” he said, his voice deep and calm. “You can wait for him.”

His words made me freeze. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. My palms were damp and clammy, my body trembling like I was standing naked in front of him.

My eyes flicked back to his chest, the slow rhythm of his breathing, the sheer strength in his body. Everything about him screamed danger, but it also pulled me in like a magnet.

My heart pounded harder. I should have left. I should have said nothing, walked out the door, and never looked back. But my lips parted, and my voice betrayed me.

“I’m… I’m not here for Adrian,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.

As soon as the words left my mouth, my mind screamed. What the hell is wrong with me? What did I just say?

His brows furrowed slightly, his face shifting with confusion. For a moment, he looked at me like he wasn’t sure he had heard me right. Then something dark flickered in his eyes, and the air between us changed.

He started descending the staircase slowly, one step at a time, his eyes locked on mine.

My breath caught. My body went stiff and I couldn’t move, couldn’t even blink. Every step he took closer made my heart slam painfully against my ribs.

“Then why are you here?” he asked, his tone low, steady, almost dangerous.

I opened my mouth, but no words came. My throat was tight, my pulse loud in my ears. The truth clawed its way up my chest before I could stop it.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you,” I blurted out, my voice breaking.

Silence dropped heavy between us. My chest rose and fell fast, and shame burned inside me.

“Since yesterday…” My voice trembled as I tried to breathe. “You’ve been in my head all night. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

My voice cracked at the end. I had no control left. It was like my body and my mouth were speaking a truth I had been holding back for too long.

He stared at me for a long moment, his jaw clenching. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes stayed fixed on mine, deep and intense.

“You do realize what you’re saying?” His voice was low, rough.

“I do,” I said quickly, swallowing hard. “Adrian doesn’t understand me. He doesn’t even try. But you…” My voice broke again, and I took a shaky step toward him. My entire body trembled with nerves and desire. “I saw you yesterday,” I whispered, my words coming out desperate and raw.

The air shifted like something snapped inside him. For a moment, I thought he would push me away, that he would tell me to get out.

But instead, his hand shot forward and grabbed my wrist.

A gasp tore from my throat as he yanked me closer. My chest slammed against his hard, bare body. The heat of his skin seared through me, making my stomach twist and my knees buckle.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear.

“Then tell me to leave,” I whispered back, my lips trembling. “Say it, and I’ll go.”

He stared at me, his jaw tight, like he was battling himself.

And then his restraint shattered.

His mouth crashed down on mine, rough and hungry.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his arms for balance. My body melted against his, heat flooding through me like wildfire. My mind screamed that this was wrong, that I shouldn’t be doing this with Adrian’s father, but my body didn’t care.

His tongue invaded my mouth, taking control, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

He kissed me like he wanted to devour me, like he had been waiting for this moment as much as I had.

My chest pressed tightly to his, my nipples rubbing against his hot skin through the thin fabric of my top. My hips moved on their own, grinding against the hard bulge between his legs.

A whimper slipped out before I could stop it. My pussy clenched so hard it hurt.

“Daddy,” I whimpered, the word spilling from my mouth without thought.

His entire body went rigid. His eyes flared, wild and sharp.

“Call me that again,” he demanded, his voice rough and dark.

“Daddy…” I moaned, rubbing my thighs together.

Something in him snapped. He crashed his mouth on mine again, even rougher this time. His hands were everywhere, grabbing, squeezing, claiming.

One hand yanked my top down, exposing my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly in the cool air, and he slapped one sharply. The sting made me cry out.

Then his mouth descended, sucking my nipple hard, biting until my scream echoed in the room.

“You like pain, slut?” he snarled against my skin.

“Yes, Daddy! Please don’t stop,” I begged, tears mixing with sweat on my cheeks.

His other hand shoved into my shorts, fingers sliding through my wetness.

“Fucking dripping,” he growled. “You were waiting to be used, weren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please, use me,” I gasped.

With one savage move, he ripped my shorts and panties clean off. My body trembled violently as he shoved me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide.

His gaze dropped to my exposed pussy, glistening and swollen.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, almost to himself. “This cunt was made for me.”

Then he spit directly on my clit and rubbed it in with two rough fingers.

I screamed, my back arching off the couch, my body jerking uncontrollably.

Before I could even breathe, he shoved two thick fingers deep inside me, pumping fast and hard.

“Daddy, fuck—” I moaned, writhing beneath him.

“Say it louder,” he barked, his thumb grinding my clit mercilessly.

“Daddy! Yes! Fuck my pussy!” I screamed, tears rolling down my face.

Just as my orgasm was about to hit, he yanked his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth.

“Suck it, whore,” he ordered.

I moaned around his fingers, licking them clean, tasting myself, my eyes glassy with need.

Then he freed his cock, and my breath stopped.

Thick, heavy and veins pulsing. Precum dripping from the tip.

My lips parted in shock.

He smirked at my reaction. “Open your mouth.”

I obeyed instantly.

He slapped his cock against my tongue, across my lips, smearing precum before thrusting it deep down my throat.

I gagged, my throat convulsing, tears streaming as he held my head still, fucking my face without mercy.

“Choke on Daddy’s cock,” he growled, thrusting harder.

My pussy gushed all over the couch. My entire body shook violently, completely consumed by him.

When he finally pulled out with a wet pop, I gasped, drool running down my chin.

He flipped me flat on my back, lined himself up, and with one brutal thrust, slammed deep inside me.

“Ahhh—Daddy!” I screamed, my nails digging into the cushions as his thick cock filled me completely.

This was the deep, hard thrust I had been craving. The thrust Adrian never gave me.

“Fuck, so tight,” he snarled, pounding into me like a man possessed. “This is mine now. You hear me? This pussy belongs to Daddy.”

“Yes! It’s yours, Daddy! Please don’t stop!”

He fucked me harder, each thrust deep and rough, making my tits bounce wildly.

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back so I arched into him.

All thoughts of Adrian vanished. There was only this man. Only his cock. Only his rough, demanding hands.

“You’re a slut,” he growled into my ear. “My son’s worthless slut. Say it.”

“I’m your slut!” I cried. “Only yours, Daddy!”

He growled and flipped me over onto my knees, shoving back into me from behind. His hand came down on my ass with a loud crack, the sting making me scream.

“Look at you,” he grunted, slamming into me so deep my body jolted. “Bent over, taking Daddy’s cock like a cheap whore.”

“Yes! Fuck me harder, Daddy!”

His hand wrapped around my throat from behind, choking me slightly as he drove into me with savage thrusts. My vision blurred. Stars exploded behind my eyes.

I screamed as my body convulsed, my orgasm ripping through me violently. Hot liquid gushed out of me, soaking his cock and the couch beneath us.

“Fuck, you’re a mess,” he snarled, pounding into me through my climax. “Daddy’s messy little cumslut.”

“Y-yes! Fill me ” I moaned shamelessly.

With a final brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside me, hot cum spilling until it leaked out around his cock.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us gasping for air, our bodies covered in sweat and cum. His cock twitched inside me, keeping me full, making me whimper softly.

His lips brushed my ear, his voice dark and possessive.

“You’ll never fuck my son again,” he whispered. “You’re mine now. Daddy’s slut.”

A broken laugh slipped from my lips as my body trembled.

Who cares about Adrian? He called me a slut. Maybe I Am.

A slut For His Dad. At least his dad gave me the deep thrust I wanted.