Chapter 3 Fucked Up

MARCELLA

My mother jabbed her elbow hard into my ribs. Her voice dropped into a harsh, irritated whisper. "Nina, greet him and show your appreciation."

I swallowed the thick lump of panic lodged in my throat. I forced a stiff, unnatural smile onto my face and squared my shoulders. I stepped forward. I extended my trembling right hand toward the towering man standing in the center of our living room.

He stared down at me for a long, heavy second. He reached out. His massive, calloused hand engulfed mine. The sheer size of his grip made me feel incredibly small and fragile. His skin was scorching hot against my cold fingers. A dark, twisted shiver of pure, unfiltered desire shot straight down my spine, pooling heavily between my thighs.

*Nina, stop it. It is just a polite handshake.* I scolded myself frantically, trying to ignore the frantic beating of my heart.

I cleared my throat. "Nice meeting you, Mr. Thorne."

His jaw flexed, a muscle ticking under his stubble. He cut me off instantly. "You can just call me Magnus."

His deep, gravelly voice vibrated right through my chest, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. The fact that my mother stood merely two feet away did nothing to lessen the thick, pooling heat soaking my panties. This man possessed a dark, magnetic aura that thoroughly short-circuited my brain.

My eyes betrayed me. My gaze dropped down his hard, sculpted stomach, landing directly on the heavy bulge at his crotch. I remembered the heavy, suffocating weight of his thick cock resting on my tongue. I remembered the metallic tang of his piercing pressing against my inner cheek. I snapped my eyes back up. I met his intense, mesmerizing blue stare.

I pulled my hand out of his tight grip. "Nice meeting you then, Magnus. Thank you for your help."

I was losing my mind. I needed to get away from this man before I lost control and did something insane. I grabbed my handbag from the nearby console table. I spun around on my heel and bolted toward the stairs.

My mother shouted from the entryway. "Nina!"

I ignored her warning tone. I sprinted up the wooden steps, taking them two at a time. I rushed down the dimly lit hallway and slammed my bedroom door shut. I twisted the brass lock until it clicked loudly into place.

I leaned my back against the solid wood. My chest heaved up and down. I gasped for air, dragging desperate breaths into my burning lungs. I was not out of breath from the short sprint. I was suffocating under the crushing weight of reality.

My first taste of a real cock belonged to my deceased father's best friend. He was the mysterious benefactor funding our entire lives. He was the reason we still had a roof over our heads.

Why did he summon me over there? He clearly mistook me for someone else in the dark room. He called me a filthy slut. He told me to earn my money. He ordered a prostitute to his house to relieve his tension, and I just walked in, dropped to my knees, and swallowed him whole.

Why was he moving into the massive mansion across the street? Why did my inexperienced body crave his rough touch?

None of those rational questions mattered right now. A thick, hot slick of arousal coated my pussy. The desperate, throbbing ache between my legs demanded immediate attention.

I pushed off the wooden door. I threw my leather handbag onto the cold tiled floor. I clawed at my clothes in a frantic frenzy. I yanked my wet dress over my head and tossed it into the corner. I shoved my damp panties down my legs, kicking them away until I stood totally naked.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I crawled onto the center of my messy bed. I needed to masturbate. I needed to finish the dirty work he started downstairs.

I unlocked my screen. I pulled up my hidden browser and tapped on my favorite saved video. It featured a dominant, broad-shouldered older man ruthlessly fucking a petite younger girl. I usually watched it on rare occasions when the urge hit me. Tonight, watching it was a desperate necessity.

The loud sound of wet slapping and breathy, high-pitched moans filled the quiet bedroom.

I moved my hands up to my bare breasts. I squeezed the soft flesh, kneading the weight of them. I pinched my stiff nipples, rolling the very sensitive peaks hard between my thumbs and forefingers. A sharp gasp escaped my lips.

I kept my left hand on my breast, continuing to fondle and pinch. My right hand slid down my flat stomach, tracing the trail of goosebumps. I reached my wet pussy. I parted my swollen, sensitive lips. My slick fluids coated my fingers instantly, dripping down to my palm.

I closed my eyes tight. I listened to the girl on the screen whimpering and begging as the man pounded relentlessly into her.

I slid my slick middle finger up and down my wet folds. I found my hard, throbbing clit. I rubbed it in tight, frantic circles.

My breath hitched. I swallowed hard. The unmistakable, musky taste of his thick cock still lingered heavily on my tongue. The phantom sensation of his massive flesh stretching my tight jaws sent a fresh, gushing wave of wetness pouring out of me.

I arched my back off the soft mattress. "Oh god."

My left hand tugged harder at my aching nipple. My right hand rubbed my slick clit faster, chasing the burning friction.

Behind my closed eyelids, the bright video faded away. I placed myself onto that screen. I imagined the heavy, dominant weight of my father's best friend pressing me deep into the mattress. I imagined his massive, pierced cock driving deep inside my wet, untouched pussy, tearing me open.

I abandoned my usual silent, reserved routine. I tossed my head back against the pillows, my hair splayed in a messy halo. "Fuck. Yes, fuck me harder."

I pushed two slick fingers inside my dripping pussy. The tight stretch made my hips buck upward involuntarily. I pulled them out and thrust them back in, mimicking the brutal, relentless pace I desperately craved from him.

My legs twitched and trembled. Tension coiled tight in my lower belly, pulling my muscles taut. I was incredibly close.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let the filthy fantasy consume my mind. "Yes, harder. I want your cock!"

The orgasm crashed over me like a brutal tidal wave. My entire body shook and convulsed. I arched high off the bed, crying out loud into the empty room, uncaring if anyone heard. "Oh heavens! Fuck me daddy!"

I rode the intense, blindingly hot waves of pure pleasure. My wet pussy clamped tightly around my sliding fingers, milking the phantom strokes. It was the hardest, most earth-shattering climax my usually unresponsive body had ever experienced. My body had just short-circuited over my father's friend.

I collapsed flat against the messy sheets. My chest heaved. My sticky fingers slipped out of my soaking pussy.

I stared blankly up at the dark ceiling. I was so fucked up.

MAGNUS

I paced across the hardwood floor of my vast, empty living room. I ran my large hands roughly through my dark hair. My jaw locked so tight my teeth ground together.

My new mansion still smelled strongly of fresh paint and harsh cleaning supplies. Only a few rooms upstairs were habitable. Helena offered me her warm guest room for the night. She mentioned she would not be coming home until tomorrow, leaving the house empty until the cleaning crew finished my sprawling estate in the morning.

I declined her polite offer. I wanted my own secluded space. I needed to shake off the brutal jet lag and the biting cold of the winter night. I called a trusted associate to send a high-end slut to my new address to drain my stress.

I made a massive, reckless mistake.

How did I expect a hired escort to bypass the security gate and walk right through my unlocked front door without calling first?

I stopped pacing. I rubbed the tense muscles at the back of my neck.

It was not strictly my fault. Nina could have spoken up. She could have introduced herself the very second she walked into the dim room. She could have stopped the madness before it began. Instead, she dropped straight to her knees. She took my cock into her mouth without a single word of protest.

I stared blindly at the bare white wall. "Gamóto."

The harsh Greek curse ripped from my throat. I remembered the hot, wet slide of her pink tongue swirling around my metal piercing. She lacked practiced technique. She bumped her teeth nervously against my sensitive flesh. It was blatantly obvious that she was sucking a cock for the very first time in her life.

Yet, her mouth felt like pure heaven. In my forty years of living, I had never felt a mouth so tight, so eager, and so phenomenally wet.

My mind wandered to dark, dangerous territories. I wondered if her untouched pussy felt the exact same way. I wondered how hard those tight, slick walls would squeeze my heavy cock if I shoved myself deep inside her wet heat.

I groaned out loud, the sound echoing in the empty room. "Nah, Magnus."

I shook my head to clear the filthy, invasive images. I was crossing a massive, unforgivable line.

Tonight was a colossal mistake. I had to bury it deep. I had to ensure nothing like this ever happened again. Nina was the young daughter of my deceased best friend. She was supposed to be like a daughter to me. She was strictly off limits.

I looked down. A heavy, painful erection strained aggressively against the fabric of my tailored trousers.

I wrapped my hand over the rigid bulge through the dark fabric. I squeezed my fist hard around my throbbing cock.

To hell with the incompetent escort who never showed up. My cock throbbed with a vicious, relentless ache. I needed to jerk off. I needed to drain this heavy, suffocating sexual tension before it drove me insane.

I walked into the partially cleaned master bedroom. I headed straight for the small wooden nightstand beside the large mattress. I pulled the top drawer open. I grabbed a slick bottle of lube.

I sat on the edge of the mattress. I unbuckled my leather belt and shoved my trousers and boxers down to my knees. My thick cock sprang free instantly, jutting out angry and rock hard in the cool air.

I popped the cap off the bottle. I squeezed a generous dollop of cold slick into my palm. I wrapped my large hand around my thick shaft. I spread the lube from the sensitive, flared head all the way down to the heavy base.

I started pumping my fist up and down. I kept the pace slow and steady at first, chasing the friction.

The slick heat felt incredibly good, but my mind refused to stay blank and empty.

I closed my eyes. The vivid image of Nina kneeling on the floor flashed brightly behind my eyelids. I saw her wide, innocent eyes looking up at me in shock. I remembered the soft, breathy sound of her thin voice calling me 'daddy' right before her oblivious mother interrupted us.

My grip tightened like a vise. I stroked my cock much faster. My hips thrust upward into my sliding fist, meeting the heavy strokes.

It was terribly twisted. It was sick and wrong to jerk off to the fresh memory of Nina. She was a young college student. I was supposed to protect and provide for her, not visualize raw-dogging her tight pussy until she screamed my name in ecstasy.

I gritted my teeth. I stroked my rigid flesh harder, letting the slippery friction build a heavy, roaring fire in my groin.

Just this once. I gave myself strict permission for tonight alone. I would jerk off to the dirty memory of her wet mouth and her soft voice. I would drain this sick, sudden obsession right here in this empty, dark room.

Tomorrow, she went back to being just a daughter. I would never touch her or think about her like this ever again.

I made that silent, ironclad promise to myself as I pumped my fist brutally, chasing the explosive release.