I was close already, the coil in my belly tightening fast.
My walls fluttered around his thick fingers, gripping them desperately.
“I’m gonna come—Daddy, please don’t stop—”
”Come then,” he ordered, voice commanding.
“Come all over your stepdad’s fingers like the dirty little brat you are.”
The orgasm hit me hard.
I cried out, body shaking as my pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers, gushing slick down his hand and onto his lap.
He kept fingering me through it, drawing out every wave until I was a trembling, whimpering mess draped over his thighs.
When the last aftershock faded, he slowly withdrew his fingers.
I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty.
He brought his glistening hand up where I could see it, then deliberately licked my juices off his fingers, eyes locked on mine.
“Sweet,” he murmured.
“My little stepdaughter tastes even better than I imagined.”
My face burned, but my pussy throbbed again at his words.
He shifted me off his lap and onto my knees on the floor between his spread thighs.
His sweatpants were tented obscenely, a dark wet spot where my pussy had leaked all over him.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down, freeing his cock.
It sprang out thick and heavy, the head flushed dark and already leaking pre-cum.
It was bigger than I’d fantasized—long, girthy, with a slight upward curve and heavy balls drawn tight beneath.
A thick vein ran along the underside.
My mouth watered instantly.
“Suck it,” he ordered, voice rough.
One big hand tangled in my pigtail, guiding my face closer.
“Show Daddy how sorry you are for being such a brat.”
I leaned forward, tongue darting out to lick the bead of pre-cum from the tip.
He tasted salty, masculine, addictive.
I swirled my tongue around the head, then took him into my mouth, lips stretching wide around his thickness.
I bobbed slowly at first, taking more with each pass, relaxing my throat to take him deeper.
“Fuck, Kaylee,” he groaned, hips twitching. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“That’s it.
Suck Daddy’s cock like you mean it.
Use that pretty mouth you’ve been running all these years.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, tongue working the underside while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit.
Saliva dripped down my chin as I took him deeper, gagging softly when he hit the back of my throat.
He didn’t force me, but his hand in my hair tightened, guiding my rhythm.
“Good girl,” he praised, voice strained.
“Look at you—on your knees with your stepdad’s cock down your throat.
Such a filthy little brat.”
I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse.
I sucked faster, wet slurping sounds filling the room, my free hand slipping between my legs to rub my still-sensitive clit.
He watched me with dark, hungry eyes, chest heaving.
“You’re going to swallow every drop when I come, understand?”
I nodded as best I could, eyes watering, but never stopping.
I wanted it.
Wanted to taste him, to please him, to finally break that iron control.
His hips started thrusting shallowly, fucking my mouth with controlled strokes.
I relaxed and let him use me, spit running down my chin onto my tits, my own fingers circling my clit faster.
With a low, guttural groan, he came hard.
Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my mouth, pulsing against my tongue.
I swallowed greedily, milking him with my lips and tongue until he was spent.
When he finally pulled out, a string of saliva and cum connected my swollen lips to the head of his cock.
He wiped my chin with his thumb, then pushed it into my mouth for me to clean.
“Such a good girl when you want to be,” he murmured, voice softer now but still commanding.
“But we’re not done yet, Kaylee.
Not even close.”
He pulled me up onto his lap, my sore, spanked ass resting against his still-hard cock. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
His arms wrapped around me, one hand possessively cupping my breast while the other slid back between my legs, fingers teasing my entrance again.
“Tonight,” he said against my ear, voice dark with promise, “Daddy’s going to teach you exactly what happens to brats who push too far.
And you’re going to beg for every single lesson.”
I shivered in his arms, already aching for more, my bratty attitude melting into pure, needy submission under his touch.
His fingers teased my entrance again, two thick digits sliding through my slick folds before pushing slowly inside me.
I was still sensitive from the first orgasm, but the stretch felt so good I moaned and rocked my hips, chasing more.
Daddy’s other hand cupped my breast, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers while his mouth found the side of my neck, sucking a mark into my skin.
“You’re still so wet, little brat,” he murmured against my throat, voice low and rough.
“Even after coming all over my fingers and swallowing my load, this greedy pussy wants more.
Doesn’t it?”
”Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, grinding down on his fingers.
“I need you inside me.
Please.”
He chuckled darkly, curling his fingers to stroke that perfect spot deep inside.
“Not yet.
You’re going to earn it.
Brats don’t get fucked until they learn to behave.”
He pulled his fingers out and stood up, lifting me easily in his strong arms.
My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my bare, spanked ass resting against his forearms.
His hard cock nudged against my slick pussy as he carried me up the stairs, each step making the thick head rub teasingly against my clit.
By the time we reached his bedroom—the master suite he shared with Mom when she was home—I was trembling with need.
He kicked the door shut behind us and dropped me onto the huge king bed.
I landed on my back, legs spread, my crop top still pushed up above my tits, panties long gone.
Daddy stood at the foot of the bed, towering over me, sweatpants pushed down just enough for his thick cock to stand proud and glistening with my saliva.
He pulled his shirt off, revealing the hard, muscled body I’d secretly stared at for years—broad chest, defined abs, the deep V that led straight to his heavy cock.
“Take the top off,” he ordered.