DADDY'S WHORE (III)

Chapter 3 We scrambled to clean up the kitchen in a frantic haze, our hearts pounding like war drums in our chests The sharp tang of sex hung heavy in the air, my pussy juices mixed with his cum, a filthy reminder of what we'd just done. I wiped the counter with trembling hands, feeling the sticky residue of our encounter on the cool granite, while Mark zipped up his pants, his cock still semi-hard and glistening from my mouth. Mom was still upstairs, the distant sound of running water from her bath the only thing keeping us from total exposure. But holy fuck, this was just the beginning. I could already feel the addiction setting in, the rush of the forbidden, the way his rough hands had claimed me. I knew I'd crave more, need him to use me again and again, pushing the boundaries until we shattered them. The next morning, everything felt deceptively normal on the surface, like we were playing roles in some twisted family sitcom. Mom was in the kitchen, humming an off-key tune as she f