My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 340

Jake’s point of view

I was completely and shockingly stunned upon hearing this title, and my strokes and movements froze for a fraction of a second from the intensity of shock and strangeness.

Did she just call me ”Daddy”?! Is she directing this exciting word and dominant attribute to my person in particular in the midst of her lust, or is she merely drunk, completely numbed, and knows not, for the sake of hell, who the man sleeping over her and fucking her is?!

My jaw convulsed violently, and I said in a sharp, rough, and shaking tone to clarify the matter from her and break this mystery:

”Who am I, Julie, indeed?! Look into my eyes right now... who am I?!”

Her lips moved with panting, unconscious hysteria, and she said in a humiliated tone of pleading:

”Daddy... fuck me and shatter me, Daddy... please.”

Those words of hers and the exciting title that emerged from her mouth in this submissive manner made every atom of mind and wisdom inside me collapse completely without return, and I lost my sanity in a crazy, unprecedented fashion. I increased the power, violence, and speed of my strokes with a panting, barbaric harshness, while my massive hands pressed with excessive power and a spasm upon her thighs to pin them at the top with extreme tightness until they adhered to my broad shoulders completely, and her face, swaying between her open knees, screamed with repetition, panting, and weeping with the exact word: ”Daddy!”.

Julie writhed beneath my successive, powerful, and deep strokes with a apparent violence and lust, saying in a panting, disconnected voice from which pleasure exuded:

”Daddy... I am going to squirt... I can no longer endure... Daddy!”

Her blatant confession of her near arrival at the peak and ending made the ignited heat ascend from the depths of my inside and between my thighs with a sharp spasm. The moment I felt her hot, burning fluids squirt with sweeping power and encircle and squeeze my dick inside with successive pulses, I pulled myself with blind momentum and madness to the outside in the last second by a miracle.

I squirted all my whiteness and my dense lust in a successive, abundant manner over the opening of her pussy and her smooth thighs from the outside, for my body to plummet with its full weight beside her over the bedding while I breathed with panting, burning, and exhausted paces after everything had ended and that stormy, fierce gale had been extinguished.

My hand extended with an automatic, swift movement to her warm, naked waist, and I gripped upon it with excessive power to attract her naked, exhausted body toward me with momentum, as a instinctive, involuntary reflex that possessed my limbs after that violent, enjoyable squirting. Our hot, heavy, and exhausted breaths interlaced for long seconds, and I began gradually restoring my scattered, collapsed atoms of mind while looking at the ceiling of the room in total lostness. I ground my teeth with a delayed regret that shouted in the depths of my conscience with power:

Damn you... what have you done now, for the sake of hell?! What have you done to the sister of your friend?!

The muscles of my body convulsed with tension and anxiety, and I told myself that I must immediately rise with all speed, gather my clothes thrown on the ground, don them, and go to my room instantly without another second... to exit from this dilemma at any price and act in the early morning as if nothing had occurred between us indeed. But despite all those rational, warning thoughts, there was a sweeping, ugly, and large desire still gnawing at my entrails and whispering to me in the darkness that I have not had enough of her yet, and that her submissive body, yielded under the impact of the wine, has become like the drug traveling in my veins which prevents me from movement.

My fingers extended with leisure and calmness toward the strands of her hair scattered with chaos and excitement over the white pillow, and I proceeded to caress them and roll them between my fingers in a calm, circular movement, attempting to calm myself. Suddenly... I remembered my extreme fear and panic from the notion of her virginity and the barrier that shocked my dick inside with power.

My heart constricted with real dread and panic from the consequences, so I distanced her body from me with gentleness and calmness without waking her, and rose, resting upon my knees to inspect precisely the opening of her pink pussy and the white sheet beneath with widened eyes filled with burning anxiety.

I looked with extreme precision and focus beneath the light, and I did not find any trace of blood or notable red stains over the white fabric; there were only our sticky white fluids blended with the fluids of her squirting, flowing abundantly. I released a heavy exhale and sighed with a sweeping relief that lifted a tremendous weight off my chest, because I indeed cannot tolerate the guilt of having taken her virginity and stripped her of it in this brutal manner while she is completely absent from awareness.

I returned to the rear to receive the bed and lie down beside her again over the bedding, and my eyes fell by coincidence upon the nipples of her full, enchanting chest, which were still prominent and stiffened with a suffocating, tempting arousal due to the coldness of the room and the remnants of lust.

I extended my large palm, proceeding to caress her nipples with the tips of my fingers in circular, slow, and provoking movements. In that precise second, my dick erected with greater power, ferocity, and hardness than the first time by far, turning completely into stone beneath the touch of the air with the untamed desire to re-fuck and penetrate again.

I did not resist my desire this time either. My fingers slid smoothly toward the bottom over the skin of her warm abdomen until arriving at her pussy, drowning in wetness and sticky fluids. I inserted my first finger into the inside with a light, flexible momentum, for Julie to release a panting, raspy moan from between her lips, and she opened her eyes, closed with heavy and total lostness, looking at me with a lack of focus and distraction by the effect of the drunkenness.

I added a second finger to my first finger, proceeding to pump inside her with power, moving them with a successive, swift insertion and withdrawal in the midst of the tightness of her hot entrails, so her body responded despite her hatred and she opened her thighs more to receive my fingers in a deeper, stronger fashion to extinguish her burning fires.

I looked at the submissive, melted, and highly exciting lines of her face, and said in a deep, low voice filled with the dominant, commanding tone:

”Does this please you, Julie? Speak.”

Her lips moved very slowly, and her voice emerged highly low, panting, and stunned by the effect of the drunkenness and the dominant pleasure swallowing her:

”Yes... it pleases me intensely...”

Her explicit, submissive answer ignited my vanity and my masculine pride indeed, and I wanted to exploit my golden, rare opportunity with her tonight to the maximum possible limit while her awareness and mind are completely absent from her actions.

So I tilted my head toward her face and fixed my eyes to hers with power, saying in a commanding, direct, and stern hiss accepting no refusal:

”I want you to suck my dick now... do it.”