I look up at him through my lashes. “Please, Grandpa… I need it so bad tonight.”

He grunts, the deep sound vibrating in his chest. His hand lands in my hair, not gentle, just firm. “You always need it, don’t you, dirty girl?”

I nod and lean in, pressing my face against the front of his sweatpants. The heat of him seeps through the fabric. I mouth at the outline, wet and open, until the soft cotton is dark with my spit. Then I tug the waistband down. His cock springs free—thick, long, already heavy with blood. The head is flushed dark, a bead of precum already gathering at the slit. I catch it on my tongue and moan like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Look at you. My little whore can’t wait.”

I wrap both hands around the base and stroke upward, tight and slow, spreading the wetness. My mouth follows, lips stretching wide around the fat head. I sink down until my throat flutters and my eyes water. He fills me so completely I can feel every ridge, every pulse. I pull back just enough to breathe, then take him deeper again, bobbing, sucking, working my tongue along the underside the way he likes.

His hips start to rock. “That’s it… good girl. Suck Grandpa’s cock. Make it nice and hard for that pretty cunt.”

I do. I worship it. I let saliva run down my chin and drip onto my bare tits. I’m already naked—he told me to strip the second I walked in—and my nipples are tight, aching. One of his big hands cups my breast, thumb rubbing rough circles while I choke myself on him. The other stays tangled in my hair, guiding the rhythm.

When he’s fully hard, rock-solid and throbbing against my tongue, I pull off with a wet pop. Strings of spit connect my lips to the shiny head. I look up, panting.

“I want it inside me, Grandpa. Please. Stretch me open. Use me.”

He doesn’t make me wait. He hauls me up, turns me around, and bends me over the arm of the couch. My ass is up, legs spread. I feel the blunt, slick head of his cock nudge between my folds. I’m soaked already—have been since I walked through the door. He doesn’t tease. He just pushes.

The first thick inch forces a broken cry out of me. He’s big—always has been—and even after all the times he’s fucked me, that first stretch still burns so good. He keeps going, slow and relentless, until his hips are flush against my ass and I can feel every pulse of him deep inside.

“Fucking hell,” he growls. “Still so tight for Grandpa. Still my little slut’s cunt.”

He starts to move. Deep, measured thrusts that drag over every sensitive spot inside me. The wet sound of it fills the room. I push back to meet him, greedy, needing more. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise. Every time he bottoms out I moan his name like a prayer.

“Harder,” I beg. “Please, Grandpa—fuck me harder. Make me take it.”

He gives it to me. The pace picks up. His balls slap against my clit with every thrust. The couch creaks. My tits swing. I reach back and spread myself open for him so he can see how his thick cock disappears into me over and over.

“Look at that,” he pants. “Stretched around Grandpa’s dick. Taking every inch like the dirty little slut you are.”

I come the first time just from that— from the words, from the stretch, from the way he owns me. My pussy clamps down hard and I sob into the cushions while the orgasm rolls through me in long, shaking waves. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, chasing his own pleasure now.

When my legs start to give out he pulls out, spins me around, and lifts me like I weigh nothing. My back hits the wall. He hooks my thighs over his arms and drives back into me in one smooth thrust. The new angle makes me scream. He’s so deep I can feel him in my stomach. I lock my ankles behind his back and cling to his shoulders while he pounds up into me.

“Tell me,” he demands, voice rough. “Tell Grandpa what you are.”

“Your little slut,” I gasp. “Your fucking cumdump. I live for this cock. I need it. I need you to fill me up—”

He kisses me then, messy and deep, tasting himself on my tongue. The kiss turns into more growls against my mouth as his rhythm stutters. I feel him swell even thicker inside me.

“Gonna come,” he warns. “Gonna pump this tight little cunt full.”

“Yes—please—give it to me—”

He buries himself to the hilt and groans, low and long. Hot pulses of cum flood me, thick and endless. I can feel every spurt, feel him claiming me from the inside. The sensation tips me over again. I come around his cock, milking him, shaking in his arms while he keeps grinding deep, forcing every last drop into me.

He doesn’t pull out right away. He stays buried, still half-hard, while our breathing slows. His forehead rests against mine. One big hand strokes my hair almost tenderly.

“Still want more?” he asks, voice quiet now.

I nod, already clenching around him. “Always. I always want more of you, Grandpa.”

He carries me to the bedroom without pulling out. Lays me down on the bed he used to tuck me into as a kid. His cock never leaves my body. He starts moving again—slow, deep rolls of his hips while he looks down at me.

“You’re going to stay the night,” he says. “I’m going to fuck this little cunt until you can’t walk straight. Until you’re leaking my cum down your thighs every time you move. Until you can’t think about anything except how good Grandpa’s dick feels inside you.”

I arch up to meet him, already wet again, already aching for the next round. “Yes. Use me. Fill me. Make me yours all over again.”

He does. All night. He fucks me on my back, on my side, face-down with his weight pinning me to the mattress. He makes me ride him so he can watch my tits bounce and my face twist with pleasure. He pulls out only long enough to paint my tongue, my tits, my open pussy with more cum before shoving back in. Every time he finishes he stays hard enough to keep going, and every time I beg for it.

By the time the sky starts to lighten I’m a mess—sweaty, trembling, sticky with his release. My pussy is swollen and sensitive and still clenched around him like it never wants to let go. He holds me close, one heavy arm draped over my waist, cock still buried inside me as we drift.

I whisper against his chest, voice ruined, “I love being your little slut, Grandpa.”

His hand squeezes my ass. “I know you do, baby. And I’m never going to stop wanting more of you either.”

He starts to harden again inside me. I smile into his skin and rock my hips, already ready for whatever he wants next.

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