I sat up and peeled the tiny crop top over my head, tossing it aside.
My perky tits bounced free, nipples tight and aching.
His eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of me completely naked on his bed.
“On your hands and knees,” he commanded.
“Ass up.
Face down.”
I obeyed quickly, turning over and arching my back, presenting my still-red ass and dripping pussy to him.
The position made me feel deliciously exposed and vulnerable.
He climbed onto the bed behind me, big hands gripping my hips.
His palms smoothed over my sore cheeks, squeezing the heated flesh until I hissed.
“Still pink from your spanking,” he said, voice thick with satisfaction.
“Every time you sit down tomorrow, you’re going to remember who owns this ass now.”
One hand slid between my legs, fingers spreading my pussy lips wide.
I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance, rubbing up and down my slick slit, coating himself in my juices.
“Daddy… please,” I begged, pushing back against him.
“Fuck me.
I need your cock.”
He teased me mercilessly, pressing the head just inside before pulling back, over and over, until I was whimpering and trying to impale myself on him.
“Beg properly,” he growled.
“Please, Daddy,” I cried, voice breaking.
“Please fuck your little brat’s tight pussy.
I’ve been so bad—punish me with your cock.
I’ll be good, I promise—just please fuck me hard.”
With a low groan he finally thrust forward, burying half his thick length inside me in one powerful stroke.
The stretch burned in the best way.
I was so wet he slid in easily, but he was big—thick enough to make me feel every inch as he pushed deeper.
When he bottomed out, his hips flush against my sore ass, I moaned loudly, walls fluttering around him.
“Fuck, Kaylee,” he groaned, hands tightening on my hips.
“So tight.
So fucking hot and wet.
This pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go.”
He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust, then slowly pulled back until just the head remained inside before slamming back in.
The first full thrust knocked the breath out of me.
Pleasure exploded through my body as he set a steady, deep rhythm—pulling almost all the way out and driving back in hard, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every stroke.
Skin slapped against skin, loud and obscene.
My tits swayed beneath me with every powerful thrust.
I pushed back to meet him, moaning shamelessly.
“Harder, Daddy—please—fuck me harder!”
He obliged, gripping my hips tighter and pounding into me with brutal, punishing strokes.
The angle was perfect, his cock hitting that sensitive spot deep inside on every thrust.
I could feel another orgasm building fast, my walls clenching around his thick shaft.
“That’s it,” he growled, one hand sliding up my back to fist in my pigtail, pulling my head back.
“Take Daddy’s cock like the filthy little slut you are.
This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
Getting railed by your stepdad.”
”Yes—yes, Daddy!” I cried, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from my eyes.
“I’m your slut—your brat—fuck me however you want!”
The added stimulation sent me flying over the edge.
I came hard, screaming his name as my pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock, gushing slick down his shaft and onto the sheets.
My legs shook, vision whiting out as wave after wave crashed through me.
Daddy didn’t slow down.
He fucked me through my orgasm, pace relentless, chasing his own release.
The wet sounds of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the room, mixed with my broken moans and his low grunts.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growled, voice strained.
“Gonna pump this tight little cunt full of my cum.
You’re going to feel Daddy’s load leaking out of you for days.”
His thrusts grew erratic, harder, deeper.
With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot thick ropes of cum flooding my pussy.
I felt every pulse, every jet as he marked me from the inside, filling me until it started leaking out around his cock.
We stayed locked together for long moments, both panting.
He slowly pulled out, and I whimpered at the empty feeling, feeling his warm cum drip down my thighs.
He flipped me onto my back and collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms.
His big hand stroked my hair, surprisingly gentle after how rough he’d just been.
“You okay, baby?” he asked quietly, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I nodded against his chest, sore and satisfied and already aching for more.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His fingers trailed down my body, already slipping between my legs again, playing with the mess he’d made of my pussy.
“Rest for a minute,” he murmured.
“Then Daddy’s going to fuck you again.”
I shivered in anticipation, pressing closer to his warm, muscular body.
Being my stepdad’s little brat had never felt so good.