79 — “Answer your daddy.”

Julian holds me, his hands firmly on my ass, and stands up, still inside me. I purse my lips tightly to avoid making a noise while he leads me to the bathroom, so calm that makes my nerves prickle. I can already hear my father's footsteps walking towards my room when Julian releases me into the bathroom and closes the door with just one hand.
“Angel?” My father's voice sounds close, dangerously close.
*Click* — Julian locks the door, making me let out a sigh of relief. But soon the gap between my lips is filled by Julian's tongue that slides into my mouth while his hand grips my hair tightly again.
My eyes widen at the sudden kiss, but I close my eyes, giving myself to him completely.
I lean against the sink counter, running my hand up his arms, so strong, so big… until I finally reach his shoulders. Julian is so tall, I have to stand on my tiptoes to properly kiss him, and he also has to lean over me. He rests one hand on the counter behind me while still holding tightly to my hair, fingers curling through the brown strands, pulling tight so that I can feel how much he wants me.
Our tongues were intertwining so passionately that I didn't notice that my father had moved close enough to the door. But now, I can hear his muffled, worried voice on the other side calling me, “Angel?”
I quickly pull our lips apart in fright, pushing Julian by the chest. But he holds my fist tightly and turns my body, making me rest my belly on the counter. I swallow the gasp that almost escapes my lips, spreading my hands across the icy marble surface.
Lifting my gaze, I find my expression reflected in the mirror before me — and I'm surprised by what I see. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are watery. However, it's the lustful smile that's sneaking up the corner of my lips that really surprises me.
I really don't recognize myself.
So, this is how Julian sees me every time he sets my body on fire?
A knock on the door makes me shudder. My father is standing on the other side, calling my name, and there's a concern in his voice.
I look at Julian through the reflection, noticing that reason has certainly left his body because he's smiling at me while pulling on my hip and forcing me to lean further over the sink counter.
“Angelee, sweetheart… Is everything all right?”
I widen my eyes, keeping eye contact with Julian through the mirror, and then he nods, moistening his lips — this simple act makes me even thirstier.
Closing my eyes tightly, I sigh deeply before answering my father, “Yes, Dad, I'm- *Huh.”* A hoarse moan escapes from my lips because Julian pushed my panties aside and quickly buried everything inside me in one quick thrust.
I lower my head, my hands sliding and my body giving way, but Julian holds my hip tightly and forces my ass up, arching my lower back.
Julian is all the way inside me… I can feel it throbbing, burning my entrance that's been widened by his thickness-
“Are you okay?” My father's voice sounds louder, worried. The doorknob moves, making my eyes widen, but then I remember that Julian has locked the door.
“Yes…” I say, swallowing the groan, trying hard to keep my voice steady while Julian's rough palm moves up my back, pressing into my body until it finally reaches my nape.
His firm hand fits perfectly behind my neck, gripping it tightly, forcing me to lift my face again, only to lock our eyes through the mirror.
Suddenly, Julian moves his hips, taking all the stiffness out of me. And with his eyes still locked on mine, he whispers, *“Come on, girl… answer your daddy.”*
Without giving me a chance for any words to escape, he buries himself in me again, making me swallow a moan. I clench my hands tightly around the edge of the counter and expel these words that come out shaky and breathless, “Yes, I'm just… Feeling a bit sick…”
The look on Julian's face tells me he's enjoying seeing how I'm trying so hard to control my tone, even though he's thrusting hard, taking care not to bump our hips, not to make the sound of smacking flesh echo through the bathroom.
“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” Dad asks worried… And if I wasn't too busy being overwhelmed by this intense pleasure, this delicious shiver that always takes over when Julian fucks me in the way I like, I might feel guilty about what I'm doing.
When I threaten to lower my head and break eye contact, he grips the back of my neck even tighter. Seeing Julian's expression become even more lustful is turning me on so much that I feel the orgasm approaching.
“Angelee?” My father insists, his voice louder, and Julian hammers hard inside me, making me moan louder than I'd like — a hoarse grunt that escapes from the back of my throat but echoes off these cold walls.
I bring my hand up to my lips, trying to cover them, but Julian abruptly pulls my wrist back, trapping it against my lower back. And with an even more wicked smile, he whispers again, *“Answer Daddy properly, Angelee.”*
“No! No hospitals.” I say it loudly, sharply, closing my eyes and pursing my lips because, oh, damn… Julian is pounding inside me, using the tip of his cock to hit the sensitive spot inside me again and again…
Tears are wetting my eyelashes and, when I open them again, I can see how Julian is throwing his head back, moaning low, deep in his throat.
“Are you sure?” My father asks, his voice is still worried but less urgent.
“Y-Yeah.” I swallow the moan that almost escapes, but my tone comes out shaky and breathless. His hips are jerking, pushing harder. *Oh, damn…* I need him thrusting into me, taking it all in at once-
*“Tell him to go,”* Julian whispers again, an order, looking at me with predatory eyes. *“I want to fuck you hard.”*
I nod desperately, still with my fist trapped between my lower back and Julian's big hand. And with a trembling voice, I struggle to say, “I- It's okay, Daddy… You can, uh… rest now. I'm just going to… take a shower…”
Julian raises an eyebrow, then his smile widens like a crazy idea had crossed his mind. He grips my wrist and the back of my neck even tighter, hammering down hard, making our hips snap. The sound of skin colliding can be heard loud, so my eyes are widening… Julian has completely lost his mind!
“All right. Just call me if you need me, okay?” My father says and then Julian stops suddenly, with his hard-on almost sticking out of me, making me grunt because just the tip isn't enough…
I'm feeling greedy… I want it all inside me…
My father's footsteps moving away from the door and the creak of the door are a real relief. But suddenly, the muffled slam reverberates in the bathroom in the shape of a hard thrust — Julian jerked his hips so abruptly, so hard, that couldn't help but unloose a low groan.
“You did so well, babe…” He says lowly, but no longer in a whisper.
His hips are glued to my ass, I can even feel his balls touching my thighs, his hard-on throbbing desperately inside my tight inner walls.
“But keep those moans down, will you…? If you scream too loudly, Daddy will find out that you're giving this little pussy to his best friend.”
A shiver runs across my skin, every inch of it. His mouth is so dirty, and I can't help but feel turned on when he talks like that.
“Come on, girl, move your ass… I want to see how much you want to be fucked by my cock.” He lets go of my nape only to run his fingers through my hair, tangling the brown strands between them, forcing me to raise my head and stretch my throat… just to me see that there's no reason here anymore… either because of the drink or because Julian wants me so badly.
But that doesn't matter, nothing else does… All I want is to feel him inside me again, so I obey, pulling my hip forward and then back, fast, hard.
Our skins collide again, and this smack flesh sound reverberates through the bathroom.
I swallow a moan, feeling my inner walls squeeze him, and this sensation seems extremely pleasurable for him too because he thrusts hard.
*“Huh,* Julian, it’s so good…” I moan his name out loud. I can't control my voice any longer… My mind is completely blank, and even my body is acting on its own while I'm pushing against his thrusts…
“That's it, girl… give me that tight pussy… give me every part of your body, I want it all.” He says hoarsely, pulling my hair so that my back arches, turning the sensation of having him inside me even more intense. My pussy is getting tighter, but it's so wet that my arousal is dripping down my inner thighs.
The way he's taking me makes his balls swing, slap against my swollen clit… and every time I feel them touching against it, my body shivers even more-
“Oh, fuck…” My suddenly dirty mouth brings a low chuckle from Julian, who increases the pace even more, pulling my waist against his body while he keeps jerking his hips to thrust deeper inside me.
“Tell me, babe… Do you want to swallow all my cum today too?” He asks with a teasing, huffing tone, increasing the rhythm, until the smacking flesh sound and my moans fill this bathroom.
“Yes, yes!” I say desperately, loudly, my eyes rolling with the intense pleasure that's exploding through my body… The overwhelming wave of intense sensations takes me completely, making me moan and grunt and let out a little cry at the same time.
I clench my fingers tightly around the edge of the counter, throwing my head and arching my back even more.
Julian grips my hair tightly and pulls my head, releasing my wrist to hold my hips, forcing my ass to stay still; he's stopping the spasms and tight muscles of my entrance from expelling him like they always do when I'm cumming.
“Feeling your pussy squeezing me when you're cumming on my cock certainly gets the best of me… Hahh, fucking you raw is so damn good.” He says hoarsely, holding on tightly, and then lets out a loud laugh, “You know what? Instead of your little mouth, I'm going to flood inside you.”
*What…?*
I open my eyes slightly, but Julian gives one last powerful thrust, colliding our hips hard — and I feel his stiffness throb inside me.
And through the mirror, I watch the way Julian throws his head back again, stretching his throat, making his Adam's apple stir with the grunt that escapes hoarsely… He’s really relieving himself inside me, cumming so strongly that I feel a slight burning at my entrance.
“Don't waste a single drop, babe.” He says quietly, his hand on my waist, “Let it all inside you.”
A low cry escapes my lips while I try to support my body, but I can't… My legs wobble the moment Julian releases his grip and pulls the still-hard cock out of me.
I try to use the counter to stand me up, panting, looking at my reflection that's a real mess… But then, something starts to drip down my thighs-
“Didn't I tell you not to waste it?” Julian's voice is firm. His steady eyes meet mine through the mirror once more, “I guess you didn't learn from your first punishment.”