Seraphina
His thick cock slammed into me with raw unrelenting power. He stretched my pussy to its limit with every brutal thrust. I lay on my back with my legs spread obscenely wide. His heavy body pinned me down as he fucked me hard. He owned me completely at that moment.
The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room. His balls smacked against my ass with every deep stroke while his veined shaft dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. I could still taste his salty musk on my tongue from earlier. The ghost of the dildo he had used on me lingered. My juices coated his cock and dripped down my thighs, soaking the expensive sheets beneath us.
"Fuck. This tight little cunt is gripping me so good," he growled possessively. His gray eyes locked onto mine. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks. The other pinned my wrist above my head.
He pounded deeper and angled his hips to hit that perfect spot that made my vision blur. "You were made for this dick. Say it."
"I was made for it," I gasped. My voice broke into a loud moan as pleasure ripped through me. My inner walls fluttered wildly around his massive length, desperate to keep him buried inside me.
A sharp knock sounded on the bedroom door.
"Dear guest? The party is about to start downstairs," a waiter called through the wood.
He didn't stop. If anything his thrusts grew harder and more punishing as if the interruption excited him. "I will be down soon," he barked. His voice stayed rough with lust.
The waiter’s footsteps faded away.
"Good girl," he praised. He slammed back into me with force. "Now take every fucking inch while I ruin this pussy."
He fucked me mercilessly. His hips snapped forward in deep claiming strokes. The thick scent of sex hung heavy in the air. It mixed sweat, my arousal, and his raw masculinity. The heat radiating from his powerful body made my skin slick and flushed.
My breasts bounced with every powerful thrust. My nipples stayed hard and aching. I was lost in the sensation. I chased the edge he had denied me earlier.
Then it hit me hard. My pussy walls clenched violently around his massive cock. They fluttered and squeezed as the orgasm crashed over me. A shrill cry tore from my throat. My body convulsed beneath him. My toes curled tight and my back arched off the bed as waves of blinding pleasure ripped through every nerve.
"Fuck yes," he snarled. He pulled out suddenly and stroked his slick cock furiously.
Thick ropes of hot cum erupted across my breasts and stomach. Rope after rope of warm sticky seed painted my skin. The sight and feel of it pushed me even higher. My pussy continued twitching from the aftershocks.
He wasn't finished. He leaned down and scooped some of his cum onto his fingers. He shoved them deep into my dripping pussy and pumped them in and out. At the same time his mouth latched onto my nipple. He sucked hard with his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. His tongue lashed against it.
The filthy sensation of him pushing his own release into me triggered another explosion. I came again harder this time. A broken moan spilled from my lips as my body shook uncontrollably. I felt completely drained and trembling.
"Best birthday ever," I whispered breathlessly. I floated in a daze of bliss. He had unlocked every hidden part of me and erased Jax’s cruel words with raw dominating pleasure.
He kissed me possessively once more. The kiss tasted of sin and satisfaction. Then he helped me up. We washed up quickly in the bathroom. His strong hands lingered on my body under the water. He cleaned his cum from my skin with surprisingly gentle strokes.
No words passed between us. Just heat and the silent agreement that this would remain our secret.
My legs still felt weak as I fixed my hair and makeup in the mirror. He dressed in a sharp suit. He looked every bit the powerful billionaire with his dyed gray hair perfectly styled and his tattoos hidden beneath the fabric.
"Until next time, little one," he murmured. His voice was low and full of promise. He slipped out first.
Downstairs the party was in full swing. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. Laughter echoed through the grand hall. The scent of champagne and gourmet food filled the air.
I moved through the crowd on shaky legs. I smiled politely as guests wished me a happy birthday. My pussy still throbbed from his cock. The memory of his cum on my skin made my cheeks flush with heat.
Mom spotted me near the massive birthday cake. "Phina! Darling, come cut the cake!" She looked radiant in her designer gown. Her diamonds glittered under the lights.
I stepped up beside her with the knife in my hand. I forced a bright smile. The crowd gathered around us. Many held up their phones to capture the moment.
Then he appeared. He slid smoothly beside Mom and pressed a casual kiss to her cheek. My heart stopped completely.
"Everyone, this is my wonderful fiancé," Mom announced proudly. She beamed up at him. "Seraphina, meet your new stepfather."
Our eyes locked. Those same piercing gray eyes that had stared down at me while he pounded me senseless. This was the man who had devoured my pussy. He had stretched me with his cock and the dildo. He had painted my breasts with his cum.
Recognition hit both of us at once. He froze for a split second. His jaw tightened but his gaze darkened with raw hunger and shock.
I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry. Heat flooded my face and spread down my neck. Flashes flooded my mind. His mouth on my clit. The brutal stretch of his thick cock. The way I had begged and screamed around him while gagging on his shaft. He had filled every part of me.
This man was my stepfather.
The knife trembled slightly in my hand as the crowd waited. My pussy clenched at the forbidden memory.
He recovered with masterful control. His large steady hand moved to cover mine on the knife. He guided it gently but firmly as we pressed down together to cut the first slice.
He leaned in close enough for me to catch the faint scent of our sex still on his skin. He whispered into my ear. "Happy birthday, Seraphina."
The warmth of his breath sent a fresh shiver down my spine. My pussy clenched again with renewed need.
Mom smiled sweetly at me. She remained completely oblivious. Her eyes shone with happiness. "Phina, darling… isn’t this the best birthday you have ever had?"
I could only nod. The knife stayed steady now in our joined hands as applause and cheers rose from the crowd.
