His Father's Claim 2

Two days later Jake had a late shift and texted that he wouldn’t be home until after midnight. I told him I’d wait up. And I lied.

I showed up at the house at nine with a bottle of wine I didn’t plan on drinking. Richard opened the door in jeans and a faded black shirt, sleeves pushed up. He looked at me for a long second, then stepped aside without a word.

The second the door clicked shut he had me against it. One hand in my hair, the other already shoving under my skirt. No soft buildup. No “are you sure.” His mouth crashed into mine, tongue thick and demanding, and two fingers pushed straight into my cunt like he owned the right.

“Already wet,” he muttered against my lips. “You came here knowing exactly what you were going to do.”

I nodded, hips rolling against his hand. He fingered me hard and fast right there in the entryway, the wet sound loud in the quiet house. When I started moaning he covered my mouth with his palm and kept going until my legs shook.

“Upstairs,” he said. “My room. Not the one you share with my son.”

I followed him. My thighs were slick. Every step made my clit throb. He didn’t turn on the light. Just closed the door, locked it, and pushed me toward the bed.

“Clothes off. All of them.”

I stripped. He watched with his arms crossed, face unreadable. When I was naked he pointed at the floor in front of him.

“On your knees.”

I dropped. He unzipped, pulled his cock out—thick, heavy, already hard, and rested the head against my lips.

“Open. And look at me while you do it.”

I opened. He pushed in slow, stretching my mouth, not stopping until the head bumped the back of my throat. I gagged. He held me there a second, eyes locked on mine, then pulled back and started fucking my face in steady, deep strokes. Spit ran down my chin. My eyes watered. He didn’t ease up.

“That’s it. Take it like you imagined. Better than that soft little cock you’ve been settling for.”

He kept talking while he used my mouth. Told me how many times he’d heard me fake it with Jake.

How he’d jacked off in the shower thinking about bending me over the kitchen counter. How he was going to ruin me for anyone else. When I tried to pull back for air he gripped my hair tighter and pushed deeper until I was choking and drooling all over his balls.

He pulled out before he came. Wiped his cock across my wet cheek.

“On the bed. Ass up. Face in the mattress.”

I scrambled up. He shoved my knees apart, gripped my hips, and slammed into me in one hard thrust. No warning. No gentle inch. Just the full thick length of him stretching me open until I cried out into the sheets. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started pounding, deep and relentless, the sound of skin smacking skin filling the room.

“Fuck , look at this cunt. Swallowing me like it was made for it. My son’s girlfriend. My future little whore of a wife.”

The words hit harder than his cock. I clenched around him and he laughed, low and dark.

“Yeah, you like that. You like the idea of marrying Daddy. Becoming the stepmom. Walking around this house with my cum dripping out of you while Jake calls you Mom.”

He reached under and rubbed my clit in rough circles while he fucked me. I came hard, shaking, gushing around him, but he didn’t stop. He kept driving into me through it, overstimulating me until I was babbling and trying to crawl forward. He dragged me back by the hips and went harder.

“You’re not going anywhere. This pussy is mine now and you’re going to take every drop and then you’re going to thank me for it.”

He flipped me onto my back, shoved my legs up, and folded me nearly in half so he could drive even deeper. His face was right above mine, eyes dark, jaw tight. Sweat dripped from his temple onto my chest.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to come in me,” I gasped. “Please—fill me up—”

“Not good enough.”

“I want you to breed me. I want to marry you. I want to be your wife and Jake’s stepmom while you keep fucking me like this every night.”

He groaned like the words physically hit him. His thrusts turned brutal. The headboard slammed the wall. I came again, harder, vision going white, cunt spasming around him. He followed a few seconds later, burying himself to the root and pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside me. I felt every pulse. Felt it flooding me, hot and heavy.

He stayed in me, still hard, grinding slow while our breathing slowed. Then he pulled out. Cum immediately leaked out of me onto the sheets. He watched it, then scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back into my cunt.

“Keep it in. I want you walking out of here full of me.”

He made me stay there while he cleaned his cock off on my tits, then had me suck him clean again until he was half-hard in my mouth. Only then did he let me get up.

I dressed on shaky legs. His cum was still leaking down my inner thighs, soaking into my panties. He watched me the whole time, leaning against the dresser, arms crossed.

“Jake gets home at midnight,” he said. “You’re going to let him fuck you if he wants. And while he’s inside you, you’re going to think about the load I just left in that cunt. Tomorrow you’re coming back. And the day after that. Until you stop pretending this is anything but permanent.”

I nodded. Couldn’t speak. My voice was wrecked from the face-fucking and the screaming I’d done into the mattress.

He walked me to the door, kissed me once—hard, possessive—and opened it.

“Go home, future Mrs. whatever-my-last-name-is. And don’t you dare wash me out.”

I drove home with his cum still inside me, thighs sticky, cunt sore and pulsing. When Jake got in at 12:40 he was tired and horny. I let him push me onto the bed and slide into me. I was still wet from his father. Still full of his father’s cum. Jake didn’t notice. He just groaned and started thrusting, happy and oblivious.

I came twice while he fucked me, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, replaying every filthy thing Richard had said.

Marry your daddy.

Be the stepmom.

Keep the secret while you take both of them.

I definitely knew I was going to go back tomorrow.

And the day after that.

And the day after that.

And every day he told me to.