Chapter 5

Cat’s POV

The bright white light of the office buzzed like a dying insect, giving me a headache before noon.

I had dragged myself to the office exactly at 7:00am; two hours early. And no, I wasn’t eager to come to work like the diligent sweet worker that I am.

It’s just so I wouldn’t have to lie in bed and replay Sebastian’s video over and over again with my hands stuck to my clit like a dj turntable.

I thought coming to work early would’ve been my escape, but I was so wrong…

I would’ve preferred being a dj for that moment cause as soon as I stepped into the office, Mrs White stormed in like she was personally insulted by the existence of customer service.

How did she even know the office was going to be opened by this time? She got no family?

She was in her mid forties, dressed in designer outfit I couldn’t spend time thinking about the brand’s name cause I was broke to afford it.

She slapped her defective blender onto the counter hard enough to make the plastic crack.

“This thing doesn’t blend!” She shrieked. “I paid good money for premium and you’re giving me chunks! Do you know who I am?”

Yeah yeah calm down Ms Merlin.

I forced the customer-service smile that never reached my eyes. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry. Let me check the warranty–”

“I don’t care about warranty! I want a new one. Now!”

I explained the exchange policy to her calmly; twice! While she talked over me, her voice climbing octaves. By the third loop, she was calling me incompetent, then stupid, then started threatening to post a viral video about our “useless staff.”

My manager, Mr Davis, appeared like a storm cloud in a cheap tailored suit.

“Cat!” He barked loud enough for the whole floor to hear. “What is this nonsense? Handle it properly or I’d write you up!”

I swallowed the scream threatening to burst out of my throat. “Sir, I’ve explained–”

“Explain better!” He turned to Mrs White with the oily smile he had learned properly for crackheads.

“Madam, we’d sort this out immediately. Cat, go to the store and process a replacement. Now.”

I walked away with heat burning behind my eyes. Not tears, anger.

“I better find a real dick soon or I might as well lose it.” I sighed as I picked up another package.

…..

I slumped into the tiny break room chair at 3:30, my legs shaking. My phone buzzed.

Mom.

I answered on the third ring, voice flatter than Ihad meant.

“Kitten…” she chirped. “You coming tonight, I made your favourite; Alfredo pasta. Seb’s grilling too.”

I glanced at the wall clock. 3:45pm. The thought of sitting across him, of his eyes stripping me while mom passed the salad made my tummy lurch.

“I…I’m working overnight,” I lied. “Big inventory count. Won’t be free till morning.”

The phone went silent, followed by the disappointed sigh she makes to make me feel like a bad daughter.

“Oh. Okay. Next time then. I miss you, you know.”

“Miss you too, Mom.” The words tasted like ash.

I hung up and flopped back against the chair, my head thudding against the wall.

Early shifts. Late excuses. Just anything to avoid him. Anything to pretend that last night hadn’t happened.

My thumb found its way to the chat anyway.

His video was still there, I watched since this morning. I told myself I was just there to delete it; was finally being responsible.

Instead, I pressed play.

Don’t judge me, y’all should know me by now.

The screen filled with him again: shirtless, hand wrapped around that thick, veined length; even longer than Marcus’s.

My clit throbbed hard, hearing rushing between my legs again.

“Not today, missy,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my thighs together. “Your life’s already in trouble.”

I locked the screen, dropping it onto the table like it burned.

The phone vibrated almost immediately. I tapped on the screen to see the message.

Sebastian again.

I opened the app. He was typing again.

My pulse kicked up.

“Hey kitten, your mom said you wouldn’t be coming today. So bad.”

My fingers shook as I typed back, forcing courage I couldn’t feel.

“It was a mistake. The video. All of it. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

Sent.

I stared at the screen, expecting a fallout.

Dots again.

“It’s fine kitten.”

Relief hit me like a cool air. I exhaled so hard my shoulder slumped.

Then the next message landed.

“Oh well, how’d you think your mom would feel if she finds out you were hitting on your dad cause you couldn’t keep that wet cunt in place.”

My blood went ice cold.

My eyes went wide, frozen my thumb hovering over the table uselessly.

Was he…blackmailing me?

I stared at the words until they blurred, my heart slamming hard against my ribs. The break room suddenly felt too small, too hot.

Another message came in.

“No response? Good. Get here tonight 7pm sharp and don’t forget to wear what I told you to put on.”

A winking smile emoji at the end.

It should’ve looked playful. Friendly even.

But it didn’t.

It looked like a leash.

I sat there, phone trembling in my hand, the office noise fading into the background.

I thought about running, quitting my job, moving cities even countries or planet.

Or should I tell mom everything?

I slammed my hand hard on the table. Why the fuck did I even save a dude two years younger than me as daddy just cause he’s married to my mom. I face palmed myself.

I sent a message to mom informing her I’d be coming.

I wish I could escape tonight.

But oh well…

******

The drive to mom’s place was absolutely pure hell in the cities rush hour. I’d change in the office bathroom after that blackmail bomb had dropped, ditching my work slacks for the shortest black dress I had stashed in my bag. It was basically a scarp of fabric; clingy, low cut with the hem barely covering my ass cheeks. My nipples were poking out like traitors.

Deep down, I had planned to go so I had kept the dress he’d asked for. Expecting my stepdad’s dick felt foolish, I know but I couldn’t let go of the video.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what he might do. Would he be bold enough to make a move on me when mom was around?

The thought of him taking me made my bare pussy throb. By the time I pulled into the driveway at 6:58, I was already slick with my clit swollen against the leather seat like it knew what was coming.

I killed the car’s engine and sat there for a minute my nails sinking deep into my car’s steering wheel. My heart pounding.

“This is stupid,” I whispered to the empty car. “Blackmail or not, walk away.” But my body didn’t listen. My mind kept on flashing back to his video.

Using my hands to straighten my hair, I got out, smoothing the dress down( was pointless anyway cause it kept going back up), and walked to the door on legs that felt like jelly.

I clicked on the doorbell.

The door clicked open with my mom standing in front of me smelling of vanilla and garlic. She hugged me.

“You made it! Changed your mind about that overnight shift?”

“Yeah,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Work let me off early.”

She pulled me inside, chattering about how delicious the pasta was. The house was warm, lit soft with lamps, the scent of grilled turkey hitting me from the kitchen. And there he was.

Sebastian.

Leaning against the counter in a fitted black shirt that hugged his chest with his sleeve rolled up, showing his veined forearms.

His eyes flicked over me immediately; dark and predatory. They racked down my body, lingering on the way the dress clung to my tits, my nipples already pebbling under the thin fabric from the chill. Then his gaze went lower, to my bare legs. A slow smile curved his lips when he saw how short it was.

“Kitten,” he said, his voice low and casual. My pussy jolted like he had called it instead.

Mom turned to us beaming. “Food’s ready!” She announced plating up Alfredo pasta swirled with cheese with grilled turkey on the side.

We sat at the table; me across from him. A big fucking mistake.

But I knew deep down I hadn’t made a mistake.

The first brush came as soon as we started to eat. He used his bare foot to nudge my ankle under the table. I froze, with the fork halfway to my mouth.

Mom was talking about some drama at her salon, oblivious of what was going on.

He dragged the tip of his foot up to my calf slowly, teasingly. I pressed my thighs together, but without panties, it only made the slickness worse. My pussy lips slid against each other, my clits begging for friction.

His eyes met mine over the pasta.

“How was work, Cat?” He asked an innocent question, which sounded filthy.

“Rough,” I muttered, my voice shaky. His toes flexed against my knee now, prying gently. I resisted for few seconds before parting my legs open.

Just a little.

Enough for cool air to hit my exposed cunt. I bit my lip to stifle the gasp.

Mom laughed at something she said before turning to me. “You look flushed honey. Too much spice?”

Sebastian’s foot slid higher, the ball of it pressed against my inner thigh, just inches away from where I was dripping.

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “She looks…hot.”

I shot him a glare. He rubbed my thigh in slow circles which made my hips twitch forward involuntarily. My dress had ridden up completely now, sitting on my waist with my bare ass on the chair.

My pussy was completely opened under the table, weeping for him. His toes nudged higher, brushing the edge of my folds. I jolted, clattering my fork. I could feel my wetness on his toes but he didn’t pull away.

“Careful,” he murmured. “Wouldn’t want to create a mess.”

Too late. I was soaked, my thighs trembling as he teased the outer lips, dipping just enough to feel my heat. My clit pulsed, untouched but screaming.

I gripped the table edge, my nails digging in slowly. Mom kept talking while he kept stroking lightly, his filthy touches had me grinding against his foot.

My slick dripped down my crack, pooling on the seat.

Mom yawned. “I’m beat. I have clients visiting early tomorrow. Kitten can you help Seb tidy up? I’d be going to sleep. Goodnight.” She said, standing up and planting a kiss on my forehead and his cheek.

“Don’t stay up too late.”

She padded up the stairs, the door of her room heard being clicked shut.

The dining room fell silent.

It was just us, the air thick with tension. My pussy was clenching over nothing, aching from his teasing.

He leaned back into his chair, his foot still between my thighs.

“Good girl, you came.”

“Not yet,” I snapped, but my voice cracked, horny and needy.

His voice was low, dirty. “Stand up, let me see what you wore for daddy.”

I hesitated.

He raised a brow. “How about I send that video to your mom? Show her how her daughter spreads her legs and call me daddy while fucking a toy?”

Blackmail. Right. Of course that was why I was here, not because my cunt was throbbing for him.

Pfft. Liar.

I stood up slowly, the dress still hiked up. His eyes slowly turned darker as they dropped to my bare pussy, the lips puffy and glistening with my clit peeking out like it was begging.

“No panties? Filthy little slut. Turn around.”

I did, my heart slamming in my chest. I bent slightly without him asking, ass out.

He groaned. “Fuck look at that. Dripping down your thighs already. You’ve been wet all day haven’t you? Thinking about my cock.”

“Yes,” I whispered, my face burning with shame, but so did the need.

He stood up, chair scraping the floor. He came up behind me, guiding his hands to my hips first rough and possessively before pulling my dress up higher, exposing everything.

He slid one hand to my mound, his fingers parting my folds. I moaned, loud now that mom was gone. He found my clit then circled it slowly.

“This greedy cunt. Soaking my fingers already. You came to my video today didn’t you?”

“How–?”

“I know my kitten.” He pinched my clit lightly making me buck. “Now strip for me, slowly.”

I turned to face him, my hands shaking as I grabbed the hem. I pulled the dress up inch by inch, showcasing my bare thighs then hips. Then my stomach before my nipples which were already as hard as diamonds. The fabric caught on them, making them bounce freely.

He sucked in his breath. “Perfect fucking tits. Better than your mom’s.”

“I can’t wait to cum on them.”

The words hit me like a slap. Wrong and hot. The fact that he preferred mine to my mom’s made more juices splutter out of my pussy.

He crowded me against the table, his mouth crashing into mine roughly. Hungry with his tongue invading, tasting like wine and sin. His hands were rubbing against every part of my body; gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks so cool air hit my hole. Then up to my tits, his thumb pad circling my nipples.

I arched into him, grinding my wet pussy against his jeans. I could feel his cock, hard and thick already.

“Sebastian–”

“Daddy,” he growled before pushing me back onto the table, shifting the plates. He leaned down then took one of my nipples into his mouth. “Say it.”

“Daddy, please.”

He sucked. Hard. His tongue swirling the peak and grazing it softly with his teeth. I cried out, my fingers in his hair. He switched to the other, biting down just enough to sting.

“These tits… should’ve been mine from the start, instead of wasting time on your mom’s.”

He kept sucking hard, sliding one hand to the middle of my legs again. Two fingers plunged into my pussy easily, I was wet. He curled his finger against my spot.

“Hear that? Your sloppy cunt sucking me in. You’re tighter than her. Wetter. Made for my cock.”

I rocked against his hand, my tits bouncing with each thrust. He added a third finger, stretching me with his thumb on my clit.

“Come for daddy. Squirt on my fingers like the whore you are.”

I shattered completely, my back arching with my pussy clenching hard. My wetness gushed over his hand and the table but he didn’t stop, he kept pumping into me, milking me.

“That’s it. Good girl. Now, on your knees.”

I slid down weakly, my knees hitting the tile. I unzipped him with trembling hands. His cock sprang free, thicker than his video, his cap flushing dark pink with his tip leaking pre-cum. I licked it off, savouring the saltiness.

He groaned. “Suck it, kitten. Show me how bad you want it.”

I took him in at once, all of it, gagging a little. He fisted my hair, fucking my mouth slowly. “Fuck… your mouth’s better too. I should’ve married you instead. Dated you. Fucked you every night instead of her.”

The confession hit mid thrust. Wrong. So fucking wrong but it made me soak harder, hollowing my cheeks. His balls tightened.

“Gonna fill that pretty mouth. Swallow every drop.”

He came with a grunt, his hot load down in my throat. I swallowed, milking him. When he pulled out, I gasped, my lips swollen. His cum dripped from the corner of my mouth.

He hauled me up, kissing me filthy; tasting himself.

“We’re not done yet. I’m going to breed you and bury my spurt deep into your womb right beside your mom while she sleeps.”

I nodded stupidly, already ruined and addicted.

Marcus was coming home tomorrow.

But tonight, I was daddy’s.

And I didn’t want to stop.

Chapter 6

Cain’s POV.

I hadn’t seen Valery since she was eighteen. Back then, she was all long legs, always in short skirts with a curious eyes that lingered way too whenever I came to visit her dad, my best friend Spencer.

She’d always find excuses to brush past me in the hallway, “accidentally” drop things onto the floor and bend to pick in front of me in her skimpy clothes, exposing way too much for her age or even sit across the living room in tiny shorts with her legs crossed in a way that made it impossible not to notice the smooth skin disappearing under the fabric.

The worst was the day I brought a date over; some woman named Lara I’d met at a bar. Spencer and his wife were out, so the house was ours. Valery was supposed to be at a sleepover, but she came home early.

I can still remember vividly the exact moment she walked in on Lara straddling me on the couch, grinding me slow and shamelessly with my hands on her hips while she moaned into my mouth.

Valery froze in the doorway.

I expected shock. Embarrassment or even her bolting upstairs cause I felt I had destroyed her innocence.

But she was way far from innocent.

Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed under her chest so her tits pushed up, and watched. Really watched with her lips parting slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. When Lara finally noticed and scrambled off me, laughing awkwardly, Valery didn’t even bat an eye.

Later when Lara left and I was alone cleaning up, Valery cornered me in the kitchen.

“I could do that better,” she said, her voice low. “I could ride you until you forget her name Cain.”

She stepped closer, close enough for me to get a wift of her coconut hair shampoo. Her fingers brushed against the front of my jeans, lightly and teasingly, just enough to make my cock twitch.

I grabbed her wrist. “You’re eighteen, Val and you’re Spencer’s daughter: my best friend.”

She pouted, but her eyes sparkled. “So? I’m legal. And I’ve always wanted you since I was sixteen. You don’t think I don’t notice how you look at me when you think no one’s watching?”

I stepped back, thinking of possible ways to escape this situation.

“Go to bed.”

She laughed softly. “One day, you’ll stop saying no.”

She didn’t know when to give up.

“Goodnight Cain,” she said, then turned, her ass swaying in those tiny sleep shorts and disappeared up the stairs.

That was the last time I saw her. A few weeks later, Spencer told me she’d gotten accepted to some fancy university overseas. She left for the UK, and I told myself it was for the best. Distance. Time. She’d grow up, find boys her age and forget about her stupid childhood crush.

Three years passed.

I kept in touch with Spencer; Barbecue nights, football games, the occasional business deal we partnered on. He never brought her up much. He said something about her “thriving” abroad, dating some finance guy, posting pictures of London rooftops, clubs and pubs.

I believed him.

Until tonight.

Marcus had invited me over late to go over some contract changes for a new project. His wife was already asleep, the house was dark except the kitchen light. I’d driven straight from the airport after a red eye so when he said “help yourself with a beer,” I headed there without thinking.

I stepped into the kitchen.

And then stopped breathing.

A girl stood at the fridge, her back at me wearing nothing but oversized white T-shirt that barely reached mid thigh. The fabric was thin, almost sheer in the soft under cabinet light.

I could see the perfect heart shape of her ass, no panty lines, just smooth skin and the faint shadow between her cheeks. Her hair was longer now, falling in dark waves down her back.

She reached up for a glass on the top shelf her shirt riding higher exposing the lower curve of her ass and a glimpse of her bare pussy lips.

My cock went from zero to rock hard in two seconds flat.

She turned, and our eyes met.

She shrieked; short and surprised before clapping a hand over her mouth. The glass nearly slipped from her grip.

I spun around fast, facing the sink with one hand gripping the counter to hide the obscene bulge in my jeans.

“Shit… sorry,” I muttered, voice rough. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

The kitchen fell silent before she took a step forward.

She stopped right behind me. I could feel her heat before she spoke.

“Still getting hard for me huh, uncle Cain?”

That voice, it was deeper now. Smoother but unmistakably hers.

My stomach dropped.

I turned slowly.

Valery.

She’s twenty-one today.

The girl who used to tease me in crop tops and school skirts was gone. Standing before me now was a woman with fuller curves, plumper lips and sharper eyes. The white T-shirt clung to her tits, nipples dark and hard against the fabric, no bra, no panties. Just her, smelling faintly of vanilla body lotion and something sweeter underneath.

She smirked, stepping closer until her breast brushed my chest.

“You didn’t recognize me,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “But your cock did.”

“Valery…” my voice cracked. “When did you get back?”

“Two weeks ago. Surprise visit for my birthday.” She tilted her head. “Dad didn’t tell you?”

“No.”

“Good.” Her fingers trailed down my arm, light as a feather. “I wanted to see if you still wanted me.”

I swallowed hard. “You’re playing with fire.”

She rose up to her toes, her lips brushing my jaw. “I’ve been burning for you since I was eighteen. Three years of waiting. Three years of touching myself thinking about you while some boring uni guy tried to fuck me and couldn’t even make me come.”

Her hand slid lower, palming my erection through my jeans.

I groaned, my chest heaving.

“Feel that?” She murmured. “That’s what you do to me. Every time I see you, every time I remember each time you turned me down. I’m soaked right now, uncle Cain. Just from standing here.”

I grabbed her wrist, harder this time.

“You’re my bestfriend’s daughter.”

“I’m twenty one today.” She pressed her body against mine, her nipples dragging across my shirt. “Legal. Wet and still waiting for you to stop being a gentleman.”

My control was breaking piece by piece. Every filthy fantasy I had buried came pouring back; her on her knees, her riding and begging me while I filled her up.

But Spencer was up there, probably half asleep waiting for me. My best friend.

I stepped back, my breathing becoming ragged.

“Go to bed Val.”

She didn’t move, only smiled; slow and wicked.

“You can still have me if you want to uncle Cain.”

Then she turned, her ass swaying under that barely there shirt and walked out of the kitchen.

Like she did three years ago.

But I knew this was going to be different.

Because tonight wasn’t over.

And neither was she.

Chapter 7

Cain’s POV

“I have to find a way to escape from here.”

“Now!”

Those were the only words ringing in my head.

After these years, she finally came back. Looking way more beautiful than ever and I had done a great job hiding the pull I felt towards her.

But this time, I knew no amount of self-control could hold me in place.

I picked up my suitcase, arranging the clothes I had brought out for the dinner party back into it.

I had placed my things into it when I started to struggle with the zipper.

“Dang it.” I groaned out in frustration. I had been using this bag for six years straight for my business trips and of all times, it decided to bail on me when I was trying to escape from her.

Her.

I rushed down the stairs, dragging my half zipped bag along with me. Spencer was on his chair, sipping coffee with his full attention placed on the tv screen.

It was exactly 2am.

“You’re leaving already? But you haven't even gone through the contract.” He said as he placed his coffee on the table.

“I’ve got….” I stalled thinking of an excuse to come up with.

My brain went for a lockdown before I could scramble out words to say.

“Oh yeah… I've got jet lag so I'd leave now,” I headed for the door fearing he might stop me.

I didn't understand why I was feeling so jittery.

Yes she's my friend’s daughter but she's also young.

I can easily control myself.

My mind kept on spinning for that brief second when I felt Spencer’s hand on my shoulder.

What do you mean I hadn't made it out the front door?

“Are you okay?” he asked. “If you're feeling tired you can just wait for a while. I don't think you'd be able to drive in this condition.”

“Spencer, I'm fine I'd review the contract tomorrow I-” before I could complete my sentence, a figure wearing a short pj walked down the stairs slowly.

She ascended slowly before showing her sleepy face.

“Good morning Dad, Morning uncle. What's wrong?” she asked, trying to suppress a yawn.

I stared at her gulping on nothing. She was still in that white t-shirt that brought out the shape of her chest.

“Fucking hell…look at those nipples, they'd feel good in my mouth. Is she a D-cup?” A voice in my head spoke.

“Uhmm…. Cain? Are you okay?” she stepped towards me, her palm landing softly on my arm.

Her sudden touch sent a jolt through my body. I felt my dick harden…just a little.

She must’ve noticed cause she smiled calmly before turning to Spencer.

“Dad, I'd take uncle up. He's probably tired.”

“Alright then,” he said walking back to the sofa. “I’d finish reading this sport section then join you soon.”

I smiled wearily. What is this little girl up to now?

I should've walked out.

Instead,I climbed up the stairs following her right at her back as I tried hard not to stare at her plump butt.

She led me into the guest room, different from the one I was in before. The door was already cracked open. Inside, the lamp was slightly dimmed. Her suitcase sat open on the floor, clothes spilling out ; lace, thongs, tiny dresses, things she definitely hadn't worn at eighteen.

“Isn’t this your room?” I asked, aware of what she was up to.

I could've gone but to be honest, I didn't want to leave.

I also wanted this.

I wanted every bit of her body, I had tried to escape from her but now? I want to devour every bit of her.

I had let my guard down early and I knew for sure that I wasn't going to regret it.

And that feeling made me scared.

She turned towards the door behind us, then locked it.

Then she peeled the T-shirt over her head, revealing her big tits with her pink nipples already hardened.

She still had her shorts on.

My breath turned ragged. My eyes bore deep into her body.

She slowly removed her shorts, standing before me.

Completely naked.

She looked so beautiful, her trimmed pussy glistened between her thighs.

She stepped closer, her hands slowly unbuckling my belt.

“I’ve waited three years,” she whispered. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

Something in me finally snapped.

I grabbed her waist, spun her, and pushed her back against the wall. My mouth crashed into hers desperately, devouring every part of her mouth.

What I had been waiting to do for years.

She moaned into it, tangling her tongue with mine, her nails digging deep into my shoulder.

I broke the kiss long enough to yank my shirt off. Her hands were everywhere; my chest, abs, fumbling with my zipper. My cock sprang free, already thick and leaking.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees.

Her mouth closed around me, hot and wet. She sucked like she'd been practicing in her head for years. Her tongue swirled around the head, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, but didn't stop. Just looked at me with those dark, hungry eyes.

“Fuck, Val…” I fisted her hair, guiding her rhythm. “You’re so good at this. That little mouth was made for me…fuck.” I groaned

She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.

I pulled her off before I came down her throat.

“Bed. Now.”

She scrambled onto the mattress on all fours, ass up with her pussy dripping down her thighs.

I knelt behind her, spreading her wide. Her pussy was pink and swollen.

I dragged the head of my cock through her folds, teasing her clit.

She whimpered. “Please… Cain….fuck me.”

Hearing her call me that, after all these years broke the thread between us.

I slammed in with one hard thrust, burying myself deeply into her.

She cried out, her back arching and her pussy clenching like a fist around me.

“God, you're tight,” I growled, pulling out slowly then driving back in again. “Been saving this little cunt for me?”

“Yes uncle” she gasped. “Only toys… never anyone else…. Only wanted it to be you…”

I fucked her harder with deep punishing strokes that made her tits bounce as the headboard thumped softly against the wall.

She pushed hard to meet every thrust, moaning my name like a prayer.

“Harder….please….breed me daddy.”

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it in fast circles while I pounded into her.

“Come for me baby. Come on Uncle Cain’s cock.”

She shattered, her pussy spasming and gushing around me, soaking my balls and chest. Her whole body shook.

I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back, hooking her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

Her eyes locked on mine, filled with tears and desperation.

I drove in deep, grinding against her cervix.

“Gonna fill you up,” I rasped. “Gonna breed this tight little pussy. Mark you so every time you come home, you remember who owns you.”

“Yes…yes daddy…uh…fill me up please.”

“Cain!!!”

I came with a groan, pumping my spurts deep into her. She milked me, her pussy fluttering, squeezing every drop.

When I finally pulled out, cum leaked from her swollen hole.

She reached down, scooped some and brought it back to her lips, sucking her fingers clean as she stared deep into my eyes.

“Happy birthday to me,” she whispered.

I collapsed beside her, my chest heaving.

She curled into me, placing her head on my shoulder.

“Still think I'm too young?” she teased softly.

I kissed her forehead.

“No baby, not anymore.”

Marcus was down the hall.

My best Friend.

And I had just fucked his daughter raw in the guest room.

Tomorrow, I'd deal with the guilt.

Tonight?

Tonight she was mine.

And I wasn't letting her go.