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2026-06-11 17:38:31Monalisa sat across from Sophie at their favorite café near campus, stirring her latte nervously. It was her second day back at school, and she already felt like two different people, the quiet student trying to catch up on missed lectures, and the secret lover who spent her nights screaming “Daddy” while her stepfather ruined her.
Sophie leaned forward, eyes wide with concern and curiosity.
“Okay, spill,” Sophie said, lowering her voice.
“Who’s the guy following you? I saw him yesterday and again today. Tall, scary-looking, always keeping distance but never too far. Is he, like… a stalker? Should I call the police?”
Monalisa’s stomach twisted. She forced a small smile.
“It’s not like that,” she said softly. “He’s… protection. My stepfather arranged it. He’s been really worried about me since Mom died and doesn’t want me going anywhere alone right now.”
Sophie blinked, then let out a soft laugh of relief.
“Wow. Damien is really going all out, huh?
That’s actually kind of sweet. He’s being a good father figure, looking out for you like that. Most stepparents wouldn’t care that much.”
Sophie reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “I’m glad he’s protecting you. You deserve to feel safe after everything you’ve been through.”
Monalisa’s cheeks burned, “father figure”. The words felt like a slap. If only Sophie knew what Damien was really doing to her every night, how he pinned her down, made her call him Daddy, and filled her with his cum while growling that she belonged to him.
“Yeah,” Monalisa murmured, looking down at her coffee. “He’s… very protective.”
Sophie chatted excitedly about classes and campus gossip, but Monalisa could barely focus. Every time she shifted in her seat, she felt the soreness between her legs, a constant reminder of Damien’s rough claiming the night before.
By the time she got home that evening, the sun was setting. The moment she stepped through the front door, strong arms pulled her inside and pinned her against the wall.
Damien’s mouth crashed down on hers in a hungry, possessive kiss. His hands roamed her body greedily, sliding under her blouse to cup her breasts, then down to squeeze her ass.
“You’re late,” he growled against her lips. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about you.”
Monalisa moaned softly, kissing him back with equal hunger. “I’m sorry, Daddy… I had to talk to Sophie.”
Damien lifted her effortlessly, carrying her upstairs to his bedroom while kissing her neck. He kicked the door shut and tossed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her immediately.
He took his time undressing her, kissing every inch of skin he revealed. When she was naked beneath him, he spread her legs wide and buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking her clit with raw hunger.
Monalisa cried out, her fingers gripping his hair. “Daddy… oh god…”
He pushed two thick fingers inside her, curling them while devouring her pussy. Monalisa came hard within minutes, shaking and moaning his name.
Damien rose, stripped off his clothes, and freed his massive, throbbing cock. He rubbed the thick head against her soaked entrance, teasing her.
“Tell me how much you missed Daddy’s cock today,” he demanded.
“I missed it so much,” Monalisa whimpered, hips lifting desperately. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”
Damien thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Monalisa screamed in pleasure as he started fucking her hard and deep, the bed creaking violently beneath them.
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned, pounding into her relentlessly. “This pussy belongs to me. Say it.”
“It’s yours, Daddy! All yours!”
He fucked her through two more orgasms, flipping her into different positions, missionary, doggy style, then riding him as he sat against the headboard. Monalisa rode him desperately, her breasts bouncing as she chased another climax.
When they finally came together, Damien roared and filled her womb with thick ropes of cum, holding her down on his cock as he emptied himself completely. They collapsed together, breathing heavily. Damien pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair tenderly.
“You did well today,” he murmured. “But next time, come straight home. I don’t like waiting for what’s mine.”
Monalisa nodded, snuggling closer to his chest. For a moment, everything felt perfect, dangerous, but perfect.
Then they heard the front door opening downstairs. A woman’s voice echoed through the mansion, sweet but confident.
“Damien? Darling, are you home? I brought those documents you asked for last week.”
Footsteps started climbing the stairs, Monalisa froze in Damien’s arms. Natalia’s voice grew louder, heading straight toward the master bedroom.
“Damien? I know you’re here. Open the door, I need to see you.”
A sharp knock sounded on the bedroom door.
Damien and Monalisa stared at each other in pure panic, still naked and tangled in bed, his cum still leaking from between her thighs.
Natalia knocked again, more insistently this time.
“Damien… is everything okay in there?”
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