My Boyfriend's Daddy, My Daddy

"Zhack, I—"

"Don't play coy with me, Teah," he interrupted, his voice low and commanding. "You know you want to."

My cheeks burned, but something hot coiled in my belly. I couldn't deny the thrill that shot through me at his words.

My fingers trembled as I ended the call and pulled up the camera on my phone. I bit my lip, glancing again at the bathroom door. Zach won't know.

I hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties to the side, snapping a quick picture of my wet, glistening cunt.

My pulse roared in my ears as I sent it to Zhack. Almost instantly, my phone rang again.

"Fuck, Teah," Zhack growled when I answered. "You're fucking soaked. Now touch yourself for me."

My throat went dry. "Zhack, I shouldn't—"

"Do it," he commanded, his voice firm. "Right now. Show me how much you want this."

I hesitated for just a moment before I let out a shaky breath and slid my hand down my panties.

My fingers brushed against my clit, and I gasped at the electric jolt that shot through me.

"That's it," Zhack murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Let me hear you."

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moan that escaped as I circled my clit with my fingers. The sound of my wetness echoed in the quiet room, as I worked myself.

"Fuck, you're dripping," Zhack hissed. "Tell me how it feels."

"It's… it's so good," I whimpered, my hips rocking against my hand. "I'm so wet for you."

"That's right," he growled. "You're such a filthy little slut for me, aren't you?"

The words sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. "Yes," I gasped. "I'm your slut, Zhack. Only yours."

"Fuck, Teah," he groaned. "I want to bury my cock in that tight little cunt of yours. Would you like that?"

"Yes," I moaned, my fingers slipping inside me, squish, squish, as I fucked myself. "I need you inside me."

"Then beg for it," he demanded.

"Please, Zhack," I whimpered, my voice shaky with desperation. "Please fuck me. I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to fill me up."

"That's it," he purred. "Keep going."

"I want to feel you stretch me open," I moaned, my fingers working faster now. "I want to feel you cum deep inside me. Please, Zhack, give me your cock. I need it so bad."

"Fuck, Teah," he groaned. "You're such a good little whore for me. Keep fucking yourself. I want to hear you cum."

My hips bucked against my hand as I felt myself nearing the edge. "I'm so close," I gasped. "Please, let me cum for you."

"Do it," he growled. "Cum for me, you dirty little slut."

With a cry, my orgasm crashed over me, waves of pleasure rippling through my body as I fucked myself through it, splurt, splurt, my juices soaking my fingers.

"Fuck, that's it," Zhack hissed. "Such a fucking good girl for me."

I panted, trying to catch my breath as my fingers slowed. My body was still trembling, but I wasn't done yet.

"Zhack," I whimpered. "I need more. Please, give me more."

His chuckle was dark and sinful. "You're insatiable, aren't you?"

"Only for you," I murmured, my voice husky with need.

"Alright, slut," he purred. "Keep your skirt up and spread your legs for me."

I did as he said, pulling my panties aside again and letting my bare cunt peek out from under the fabric.

My breath hitched as I heard the unmistakable sound of him unzipping his pants over the phone.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded.

"I want your cock," I moaned, my fingers drifting back to my wet folds. "I want you to fuck me hard and deep until I can't take it anymore."

"Mmm, that's my girl," he groaned. "You're such a nasty little slut for daddy's cock."InsertRewriteExtendShareReimagine

The title sent a fresh wave of heat through me. "Yes, daddy," I whimpered. "Please fuck me. Fill me up with your cum."

"You're going to take every fucking inch of me, aren't you?" he growled.

"Yes," I moaned, my fingers slipping inside me again, squelch, squelch, as I fucked myself to the sound of his heavy breathing. "I'll swallow your cock whole, daddy. I'll be such a good girl for you."

"Fuck, Teah," he groaned. "I'm going to cum so hard for you."

"Yes, daddy," I begged, my voice trembling with need. "Cum for me. Cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up."

His breath quickened, and I could hear the slick sounds of him stroking himself over the phone. Slap, slap, squelch.

"That's it," I moaned, rubbing my clit furiously as I imagined his thick cock stretching me open. "Cum for me, daddy. Give me your load."

With a guttural groan, he came, his voice ragged as he spilled into his hand. "Fuck, Teah," he panted. "You're such a filthy little whore."

I moaned, imagining his cum filling me up, hot and thick as it leaked out of me. My fingers sped up, driving myself toward another orgasm as I listened to him catch his breath.

"Don't stop," he growled. "Keep fucking yourself."

"Yes, daddy," I whimpered, my body trembling as pleasure built inside me again.

"You're such a perfect little slut," he groaned. "Made just for daddy's cock."

His words sent me over the edge, and I came with a cry, my fingers buried deep inside me as I rode out the waves of ecstasy.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Such a good girl."

I panted, my body boneless as I slumped against the bed. But even as the aftershocks faded, I still craved more.

"Zhack," I whispered.

He chuckled low and dark. "Don't worry, slut. We're just getting started."