Page 38 of Primal
My bra came off, and Mason’s hands cupped my breasts from behind. It felt so good to have his hands on me again, and my back arched, breaking my kiss with my dad. His mouth trailed down my neck, tasting and teasing.
“Oh yes, Daddy,” I moaned loudly. “Mason, it feels so good.”
“I need to taste you,” Mason said, stepping back. “Fuck, Axel, please. Put her down and let me swallow her sweet come before we get started.”
Dad’s hold on me tightened for a brief second before I found myself being lowered until my feet were back on the ground. I was spun around and kissed hard, Mason shoving his tongue down my throat as he walked us backward to the couch. My mind was whirling, and the ache between my legs was driving me crazy.
I was only wearing the cute underwear of my lingerie set, and it was clear the owner of the cabin had fixed the air conditioning since last year because it was cool enough in the room to make goose bumps break out over my exposed skin.
Mason pushed me down onto the couch and positioned himself on the cushion between my thighs. Yanking down my panties, he tossed them to my dad, who was sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace. He caught them and brought the damp fabric to his nose, inhaling.
“So wet for us already. Just like a good little girl.” Dad moaned.
Mason tossed my legs over his shoulders, burying his face between my legs as he devoured me. His tongue was everywhere, exploring my folds while he slid his fingers in and out of me.
“I fucking dreamed of tasting this sweet pussy again,” he murmured, raising his head just enough to meet my eyes. The burning intensity I saw there stole my breath. “When you came over for the holidays, I almost went to your room every night. God, sweetheart, it was torture to be so close to you and unable to do this.”
His tongue swirled around my clit, and I screamed as my first orgasm of the week crashed through me, making my toes curl and my thighs tighten around him. I rode his face through the orgasm, unable to stop myself. It was just so damn good, and by the time I collapsed, boneless, onto the couch, the inside of my thighs felt chafed by his neatly trimmed beard.
Totally worth it.
I was dazed as I lay there for a moment. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled off the couch by my arm and dragged to the kitchen. My dad had stripped down to nothing during Mason’s feast of my pussy, and I shuddered at the sight of his cock, realizing that sometime in the past year, he’d gotten a piercing. There was a steel barbell going through the head of his cock, the metal shinning in the light of the kitchen.
“You like?” he asked, even as he guided be to bend over the kitchen island.
“I…did it hurt?” I asked.
“A little pain makes the pleasure, better, right?”
He smiled wickedly, and I thought about the conversation we had last year in the shower about the bruises on my body. I told him then the pain was worth it, but I was still shocked to see the piercing.
And I wanted to feel it inside of me.
He didn’t keep me waiting for long. Nudging at my ankles with his foot, he spread my legs wider before lining up at my entrance and thrusting deep inside. I let out a startled yelp at the force of his cock driving into my body, and I scrambled to find something to hold on to, my nails scraping uselessly across the granite surface of the island.
There was no way to brace myself as he fucked me brutally, driving his cock into my pussy like a wild animal. He was starved for this, and so was I. I needed the roughness. I wanted to be sore tomorrow and filled with the memories of being used so well with Daddy’s big cock. The piercing rubbed against my inner walls, and the sensation made me catch my breath.
Mason appeared beside us, now fully naked. His entire body was just how I remembered it, and my mouth watered as I stared at his muscles flexing and releasing while he slowly stroked himself. He had lube in his hand, and I watched him squirt it over the head of his cock, using his hand to spread it down his shaft as he stroked. I knew what that meant.
“That’s right, Poppy. I’m taking that ass as soon as Axel is done with you. We’re starting off this week right.”
I clenched around my dad’s cock as he smacked my ass.
“Don’t fucking stray little slut,” he growled. “You keep your focus on the cock that’s abusing your little cunt.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whined as he fisted a handful of my hair and pulled until my upper body lifted off the island. My breasts bounced up and down, and he used his free hand to cup one, pinching the nipple hard just as he drove his cock into my harder than ever.
My orgasm slammed into me so suddenly I screamed, thrashing against him. The pleasure was so overwhelming I couldn’t see for a moment, couldn’t hear. All sensory input cut out and I knew nothing but white-hot pleasure.
I was still in the middle of coming when my dad pulled out of me. I was pretty sure he didn’t come yet, so it was a surprise he stopped, but I didn’t have much time to contemplate it. Mason brought me back to the living room. This time, he sat in the chair by the fireplace instead of my dad, and he pulled me down onto his lap, facing me away from him. My legs felt shaky, but I used my hands on the armrests of the chair to steady myself. The feel of his hard cock brushing against my well-used pussy jolted me, but Mason had said he was taking my ass next.
“You are going to ride my cock with your ass, sweetheart. And you are going to take all of it. All seven thick inches.”
“Oh God, I don’t know if I can,” I whined. “It’s too big.”
“You are doing it. I’m not giving you a choice.”
His harsh words should’ve pissed me off, but instead, I felt even more turned on and eager to rise to his challenge.