“Fuck, she just clenched so good on my dick when you did that, son,” Dad said. “Flip her and get underneath so you can eat her out. I’ve been wanting to get at that ass again anyway.”
Dom’s head jerks up at Dad. “Not tonight.”
I’m barely aware of what’s going on to make out their conversation, much less decipher the meaning of their unspoken words.
“I take what I want when I want,” Dad says, eyes narrowing on Dominick. “But fine, we already agreed about the first time.”
What are they talking about? They agreed—?
Dominick nods and then before I can even start to—
Dad slips out of me and they easily flip me so I’m facing down on the bed. What now?
“Up on top of Dominick,” Dad orders.
“I— What?” I look up helplessly, seeing Dominick laid beside me, but with his feet where my head are. Now that we’ve stopped for a moment, the panic that I managed to push down ever since it all began is starting to bubble up again.
This is insane. I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like I’ve fallen down some rough sex-themed Alice and Wonderland.
My body is high and thrumming with need but also sore. I’m confused and I don’t know what’s going on and—
“Like this,” Dominick says, putting his hands on my hips and urging me down the bed. “Come sit on my face, beautiful. I want to make you feel good again.”
“I don’t know if—”
But my paltry hesitation is ignored as Dominick lifts one of my legs over his chest and settles me upside down on top of him so that his mouth has perfect access to—oh holy mother of God.
He sucks just my clitoris into his mouth. Yes, I know the name for it too. I just never even let myself think it or acknowledge it. But, oh hell, Dom sucks my clit so good. He tongues around it and then laps at it till I’m squirming and panting and letting out little whines.
“Fuck, I can’t stand those noises,” Dad says. “I gotta get back in there.”
And then walks around the side of the bed until he’s standing behind me. He grabs my hips and then his cock is back. There’s only the slightest pinch now and then the fullness. Such fullness while Dominick continues worshipping me with his tongue. When Dad thrusts in, he hits at a different angle than before. So deep it steals my breath.
“Look at that tight little ass.”
Smack. Dad’s hand comes down hard on my ass cheek. “Fuck, I just want to ride your little virgin ass so hard. Just demolish and fucking desecrate you.”
The noise of our bodies—the indecent sex noises of skin slapping against skin, Dad’s low, animal grunt every time he bottoms out, my high-pitched whine as Dominick takes me higher. I don’t know how much more I can take. I bow my head low on Dominick’s abdomen, I’m both exhausted and wired at the same time. His cock bobs up and lays flat on his stomach near my face.
Am I supposed to be doing something with it? Sucking him like he is me?
Oooooooh God. He is making me feel sooooooo good. I reach forward and lick the angry red, bulbous tip of his cock, but he moves his hips away from me.
Guess that answers that question. I drop my head back against the hard ridges of his abs and let myself ride higher and higher on the peak of pleasure.
“Do you feel your Daddy fucking you?” Dad asks in almost a shout. “Answer me, little girl. Who’s fucking you?”
“You are.”
He spanks me hard.
I yelp and buck against Dominick’s mouth.
“Who’s fucking you?” he shouts again.
Why? Why is he making me say it?
Dominick’s mouth pulls back right when I need him to suck. Oh God, just suck harder and send me over the edge already.
I press down against his mouth, his face, but he won’t give me what I need.
“My daddy is fucking me,” I finally whisper.
Dad leans closer, then bites my ear lobe, not too hard, just enough to sting. “Who is fucking you? Louder!” He jams his cock in deeper than he has yet.
“My daddy is fucking me!”
Dominick latches on to my clit and sucks.
Dad roars and punches his pelvis into me twice more and then he shoves in and holds me so tight, I can feel him shudder and shake.
I cry out as I come along with Dad, him buried deeper than I ever would have thought possible inside me.
One fucked up, entangled-beyond-belief family.
Seven
Dad collapses over my back for a moment, breathing heavily, his sweat-slicked forehead bowed against my shoulder blades.
I’m recovering too. Just imagining the erotic image of the three of us horizontally sandwiched like this—Dad’s head down on my back, my head and hair spread across Dominick’s stomach, his head still between my splayed knees—it’s almost enough to have me on the edge of a fresh climax.