His father's obsession with me

He kept thrusting harder, his thick cock stretching my tight pussy with every powerful stroke. I screamed louder, my voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

"Fuck me, daddy! I want it fast... oh yes, I love it!" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I didn't even know why I called him that, but it felt right in the moment.

Damien groaned deep in his throat. His hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me against him as he pounded into me faster. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the hotel room. My small breasts bounced with every hard thrust. I arched my back, pushing my body up to meet him.

"Yes... just like that... deeper!" I begged, my nails digging into his strong back. My virgin pussy clenched around his big cock, soaking wet and throbbing. Every time he slammed in, he hit that sweet spot inside me that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back.

"You feel so fucking tight," he growled, his voice rough and low. He leaned down, sucking hard on my nipple while he fucked me even faster. The pain from my first time had completely turned into pure pleasure now. I loved how full he made me feel. I loved the way his heavy balls slapped against my ass.

I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him as deep as he could go. "Don't stop... I'm so close... oh god, yes!"

My whole body started shaking. The pressure built higher and higher until I exploded. My pussy squeezed his cock hard as I came, screaming loud enough for the whole floor to probably hear. Waves of intense pleasure rushed through me again and again. I had never felt anything like it.

Damien kept thrusting through my orgasm, his breathing getting heavier. "Good girl... take it all," he whispered hotly in my ear.

A few more deep, hard strokes and he groaned loudly. His cock pulsed inside me as he came, filling me with hot spurts of his cum. He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard and covered in sweat. My body felt weak and satisfied. We stayed like that for a minute, his cock still twitching inside me.

Then everything went black as we both fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

I woke up the next morning in a soft, expensive bed that wasn't mine. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. My head pounded from the wine, and my body felt sore between my legs. When I turned, I saw him the handsome older man from last night  sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a clean shirt. He looked at me with calm, dark eyes.

"Good morning," he said softly, his voice gentle.

Shame hit me like a truck. I was completely naked under the sheets. Memories started flooding back  the way I kissed him first, how I begged him to fuck me, how I screamed "daddy" and asked for it harder. My face burned red. I sat up quickly, pulling the sheet tight around my body.

"You raped me!" I accused, my voice shaking with guilt and panic. "I was saving myself for my boyfriend's birthday. This wasn't supposed to happen!"

He sighed and looked at me seriously. "I didn't rape you, Elara. You were drunk, yes, but you threw yourself at me. You kissed me first in the street. In the elevator you started undressing yourself. You begged me to take you to the hotel. You spread your legs and said 'fuck me' more than once. You even told me to go harder. I asked you several times if you were sure. You said yes every time."

I remembered everything now. The way I pulled him into that kiss, how wet I got just looking at him, how I screamed in pleasure and asked for more. Tears filled my eyes. I felt so ashamed.

"I... I have to go," I whispered.

I grabbed my clothes from the floor, dressed as fast as I could, and ran for the door. He stood up quickly.

"Young lady, wait  what's your name? At least let me send you some money for a taxi or"

But I didn't listen. I slammed the door behind me and ran out of the hotel, my heart pounding with guilt.

When I got back to my dorm, my best friend Selene was waiting, sipping coffee on her bed. "Elara! Where were you last night? You didn't come back after your shift."

"I... I stayed at a friend's place," I lied quickly, avoiding her eyes. "It got too late."

She raised an eyebrow but didn't push. I showered fast, trying to wash away the smell of him, but I could still feel his thick cock inside me. Every movement reminded me of how he fucked me so hard and good. I brushed the feeling away, telling myself it was a mistake.

Today was Kael's birthday. I dressed up nicely  a cute short dress that made me look innocent again. I tried to smile as I headed to the big apartment where the party was happening. The music was loud, people were dancing, there was plenty of food and drinks everywhere. The party looked lit and fun, but my stomach was in knots.

Kael saw me and grinned wide. He pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek. "Baby, you made it! I want you to meet someone special."

Before I could say anything, he turned me toward a tall man walking into the room. My heart stopped. It was him  the man from the hotel. Damien.

"Elara, this is my dad, Damien Rivera," Kael said proudly.

Damien's eyes locked on mine. Recognition hit him too. For a second, everything froze.

"Hi... nice to meet you, young lady," Damien said calmly. He stepped forward and pulled me into a quick hug. His strong arms wrapped around me, and I felt his warm breath near my ear as he whispered softly so only I could hear, "So it's you."

My body reacted instantly  that same heat between my legs. I tried to stay still, but my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode. Panic flooded me. I had hooked up with my boyfriend's father. I had screamed for him, came on his cock, and let him fill me up.

"Excuse me," I mumbled, pulling away. "I need to use the washroom."

I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it. My legs felt weak. My mind raced. What was I going to do now? How could I face Kael? How could I ever explain that I had already given my virginity  and screamed in pleasure  to his own dad?

I didn't know what to do.