Rough hands roamed over Ceciliah's body. Never in a million dreams had she expected this night to come. A pinch on her nipple made her shriek in surprise.
The sound of clothes being torn made her heart thunder. The night breeze should have made the air colder, but the room, bathed in darkness, was inexplicably humid. The sound of kisses trailing along her skin made her shiver, as the man's lips burned whenever they touched her body.
The man's tongue finally reached her core.
She wanted to prevent herself from reacting, but the sensation of pleasure clouded her thoughts. As his tongue entered her, soft whimpers escaped her mouth. She tried to break free from his grip, but the man buried his face between her legs.
A sense of helplessness flooded her as she reached her first orgasm. The man did not stop there, even when she was shaking in surrender, he continued.
With her eyes tightly closed, she heard the man unzipping his pants and removing the rest of his clothes. Then he held her body and shifted her position. This time, her back was facing him.
The man suddenly positioned himself behind her, rubbing his hardened member between the cheeks of her buttocks. She could feel the hardness and length of it.
"You're wet, Kitten."
The man called her Kitten.
Then he slapped and squeezed her butt.
He leaned down. His lips suddenly found her neck. He trailed kisses along it and even licked it. This aroused Ceciliah even more.
But without preparation or warning, the man's member entered her core. The size alone made her moan loudly. She could not believe it.
"Moan more for me, Kitten."
Ceciliah suppressed any sound, wanting to rebel against his words.
But the man knew his way.
From pulling his member out slowly to thrusting it back in sharply, Ceciliah could only whimper.
Pain and ecstasy filled her thoughts.
No one had ever done such a thing to her.
"Relax, Kitten. You're too tight."
As if knowing her weakness, the man adjusted his pace. The soft moans became louder. Ceciliah suddenly felt better, like finding herself able to take in all of him.
"Do you know who's fucking you, Ceciliah?"
"Do you know who's tearing your body?"
"My precious, Ceciliah!"
The thrusting increased.
"Stop... no more-"
"No, Ceciliah!"
The man thrusted deeply this time.
Ceciliah could only beg and whimper.
The smell of alcohol greeted her when the man's lips found hers. The kiss was urgent and intense. She could feel one of his hands massaging her breast, while the other supported her neck.
It did not take long for Ceciliah to reach another orgasm.
Ceciliah breathed heavily on the bed, clutching the sheets tightly. Her body shook as she felt the release of the man inside her womb.
The man slapped her buttocks again.
"L-let's stop..."
This time, the man adjusted Ceciliah and put two pillows beneath her stomach. He opened her legs wide. And as if amused by seeing his dripping milk coming out of her core, he licked it.
"Kitten, look at you dripping with my milk. It looks good!"
But Ceciliah could not see anything at all. Positioned in fours, the man pounded her from behind. He opened her legs as wide as they could. And as he thrusted, he also played with her butthole, inserting his thumb in it.
"You look so beautiful with my member inside of you, Kitten."
"Do you remember what you used to call me?"
"Call me, Kitten!"
A slap on the buttocks echoed with Ceciliah's moans.
"Please... I beg-"
"What is it, Kitten?"
"S-stop-"
"I can't hear you!"
"S-stop... please-"
"No, Kitten! Your pussy is begging to be filled. Look at how welcoming it is, sucking me all in!"
"N-no!"
The begging continued.
Ceciliah did not even know when she fell asleep, or when the man finished.
The next morning, she woke up naked.
The man beside her was so handsome, but she couldn't accept that she had committed a great sin. With an aching body, she dragged herself and picked up the torn clothes on the floor.
Luckily, her brother, Nathaniel, was sent to an exchange student program by the school and won't be coming back until the end of the semester. She walked naked outside of her stepfather's room.
She could feel the trembling of her nerves.
Why did I even help him last night?
I should have let him sleep soaked in the rain on the front porch.
I should have let him be.
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The following days went smoothly with Ceciliah hiding from her stepfather. She couldn't find the courage to face the man after what had occurred a few nights back.
The semestral break has just started. Ceciliah had nothing to do but stay at home. The cook they hired asked for a leave, so Ceciliah and her stepfather were the only ones living in the mansion. And since she did not want to see him, she always prepared and ate her meals in advance.
After cleaning her room and doing some laundry she fell asleep.
But Ceciliah forgot to lock her room.
The door opened and Maximilian went in.
He wanted to apologize for what happened, but the sight that greeted him was the figure of a woman sleeping half-naked. Ceciliah has a bad habit of kicking her blanket since she was a child, and that did not change one bit.
Ceciliah was only wearing a large shirt and an underwear. She was sleeping so soundly that she did not notice the creaking of the door.
Maximilian inhaled sharply as he tried to calm himself.
Then hurriedly left the room and closed the door behind.
How could he feel lustful towards his daughter?
The daughter treasured in his palms.
He was well aware that they did not have any blood relationship, but lusting after her was a mistake. He cannot tolerate this sin.
When Ceciliah opened her eyes, she noticed the darkness of the room.
"It was already night..."