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I lifted my head just as he tucked his dick back into my mouth. I gagged as I took him to the back of my throat.

"Fuck! You dirty little slut. All you need is just a taste of my dick, and you've turned into Daddy's little whore."

His words were like gasoline on my already burning pussy. I humped the air like a fiend, needing relief but not wanting to give up the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth. Tears leaked down the side of my face, and spit trickled out of my mouth, but I kept going, addicted to the taste of his pre-come and how his cock roughly slid in and out of my mouth.

"You suck my dick so good, baby. You were made to suck my dick, weren't you?"

He pulled out, giving me a moment's reprieve to catch my breath. I swallowed in gulps of air as he murmured words of praise. His cock hung over me, its length glistening with my saliva, and his heavy balls grazed across my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, bathing the sacs with my spit before pulling them into my mouth for a gentle suck.

He groaned on top of me as he held himself over my face. "If your father knew you were sucking my balls in your mouth after gagging on my cock, he'd fucking kill me. But you like it, don't you? Like sucking Daddy's cock when there's a chance you'll get caught? Makes your pussy wetter, doesn't it?"

I moaned as I licked the underside of his cock, mouthing at his balls and licking at his taint until he shuddered over me and pulled away.

"You dirty little slut. Like licking Daddy's cock, you want in on his asshole, too?"

"Yesss," I moaned as I reached up to stroke his dick. It felt silky in my hands, and I jerked at it, needing his spray of come on my body.

But Roman had other ideas.

"I finally get to own you publicly. I'm not coming anywhere except in your tight pussy."

I pouted up at him. "We've been fucking for months."

"At the backseat of my car," he growled before bending down to kiss my puffy lips. "I finally get you on a bed. Without a time limit."

Another hard, punishing kiss had me gasping, desperate for him to fuck me already. I didn't care how he did it - in my pussy, ass, or with his mouth on me. I needed him. His come on or in me, mixing with my juices.

He kneeled back, grabbing my legs and placing them on his shoulders. He leaned down, practically folding me in half. My legs protested, but I breathed through the burn. It would be nothing compared to his big cock pushing into me. I threw my head back and cried out when I felt the head of his dick spear through my folds.

"Fucking tight pussy," he grunted as he pushed through.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I yelled, uncaring how loud I was. "You're so big," I gasped..

"All. The. Better. To. Fuck. You. With." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

I was unable to move. I could only grab what I could and hold on while he plowed my wet cunt. My tits jiggled as he rammed into me, thrusting in and out with a wild rhythm that had me gasping and groaning. I sounded like a crazed, wonton, sex-mad banshee. My toes flexed above his head as his hips moved roughly.

"Tightest fucking cunt. I can feel you squeezing me. Never felt a pussy this good."

"Don't stop," I begged. "Fuck me, Roman. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

I grabbed the headboard behind me as his thrusts banged the wood against the wall. At the back of my mind, I could still hear the loud thumping of music and the muted tones of voices and laughter. I just hoped that no one was in the room next to us because they would be in no doubt as to what we were doing.

I could feel that delicious lick of pleasure start to build. "I'm gonna come!" No sooner had the words left me that my back bowed. White light shot behind my closed lids as red-hot pleasure engulfed my writhing frame. I heard Roman groan on top of me as his come shot inside, spraying my pulsing pussy as my own juice squirted.

I felt his hand roughly grab my chin before his tongue stroked inside my mouth, drowning my whimpers. My legs fell from his shoulders as he angled his head and kissed my bruised lips. The thrust of his hips filtered out as he collapsed on top of me briefly, careful not to put his weight on my body. Our kiss turned slow before they became small pecks.

"Fuck," he breathed into my mouth. "So fucking good."

"Hmm," I agreed lazily.

He moved to fall beside me, pulling me into his arms. "That was worth all the heartache and sneaking around. I love you so much, baby."

I kissed his damp shoulder, petting his chest hair lovingly. "I love you, too."

The sounds of the party infiltrated our intimate setting. The real world knocked, but this time, we were free to live our love out in the open instead of fear and worry.

"Fuck, I hope my Dad isn't looking for me." I hoped he hadn't heard us, too.