STORY 2: STEPDAD IS MY FILTHY BOOK AUTHOR!1

Chapter 1

Mia’s POV.

My heart was hammering so fucking hard in my chest it felt like it might bust right out as I propped my phone up on the dresser in my bedroom late that afternoon, the golden light spilling across my messy sheets.

I hit record, legs already spread wide like the desperate little slut I was, wearing nothing but this tiny cropped tank that barely covered my heavy tits and a pair of soaked panties clinging to my dripping cunt.

“Hey Daddy… R. Kane,” I moaned loud right into the camera, my voice all breathy and needy while I picked up his latest book from the bed, flipping it open to the filthiest page I could find.

My fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit as I read his words out loud, stuttering through the dirty parts.

“Fuck, listen to this… ‘He grabbed her by the throat and slammed his thick cock balls-deep into her greedy little cunt, stretching her wide while she begged like a filthy cum-dump,’”

I gasped, shoving two fingers inside my soaked hole with a wet squelch that echoed in the room.

“That’s what I want you to do to me, Daddy. Ruin my tight little hole… please, I need your cock splitting me open, pounding me until I’m leaking your cum down my thighs.”

I fingered myself harder, teasing my g-spot just like he’d probably want, my hips bucking up off the bed while my other hand yanked my tank up so my tits spilled out, nipples stiff and begging.

I kept reading, moaning louder with every line, “God, Daddy, I’d let you breed me right here… fill this sloppy pussy until it overflows. I’m your filthy slut, edging just like you said—fuck, I’m so close but I won’t cum, I promise.”

My fingers plunged in and out faster, making those obscene wet sounds, my juices coating my hand and dripping onto the sheets.

I pinched my clit, slapped my pussy lightly, all while staring dead into the lens, showing every desperate expression on my face.

“Please approve this, Daddy… tell your little cumslut she did good.”

I sent the video off with shaking hands, typing a desperate message: Daddy, I filmed this just for you like a good girl. Watched myself get so fucking wet reading your book. Please tell me I’m your favorite hole to ruin. I need you so bad.

Then I waited, my pussy throbbing, with my clit aching, but nothing came back right away. He always reply immediately, guiding how to wreck my pussy guess he’s busy today.

The horniness hit me like a truck, desperate and dripping, I couldn’t wait anymore.

I grabbed my thick 7-inch dildo from the drawer, the realistic one with heavy balls, and sank it straight into my greedy cunt in one hungry push.

“Ohhh fuck yes,” I groaned loud, starting another video, holding the phone close so it caught my face twisting in pleasure, my tits bouncing as I pressed them together hard with my free hand.

I licked my fingers clean of my own slick, moaning right into the camera, “Mmm, tastes so fucking good, Daddy… wish this was your cum.”

I fucked myself deep with the dildo, long messy strokes that made my cunt squelch and grip around it, my moans turning into sloppy whines.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy—ruin this pussy!” I slammed it in balls-deep, grinding my clit against the base while I squeezed and slapped my tits, nipples pinched between my fingers.

My face was flushed, eyes half-lidded, mouth open as I panted and cursed, showing everything because I knew he’d love seeing his little secret slut lose it.

“I’m your cum-dump, Daddy… this hole is so fucking full but I still need more.”

I kept going, edging myself stupid, the dildo stretching me wide with every thrust until my legs shook and my toes curled, but I pulled back just before I could cum, whimpering like a denied whore.

I knew deep down it was likely we’d never actually meet, but fuck, that made it hotter, the fantasy of him watching me fall apart like this.

Energized and still dripping down my thighs, I checked my notifications, scrolling fast, and there it was: the announcement for that masked dark romance author meet-up happening the same in 30 minutes right in the city.

R. Kane confirmed to appear. My pussy clenched hard around nothing just reading it.

“Holy shit, what am I doing!” I muttered to myself, a wild grin spreading across my face.

Thrilled and impulsive as hell, I jumped up, wiping my slick hands on the sheets before slipping into this short black dress that hugged every curve of my body like a second skin, i wasn’t wearing bra so my tits bounced free with every step, my nipples poking against the thin fabric.

I let my hair down, messy and wild, grabbed a mask, and snuck out of the house while Mom was busy in the kitchen. On my way out the door, I bumped into Marcus, my stepdad, heading out too, looking sharp in that dark suit.

“Where are you going, Mia?” he asked, his deep voice cutting through the hallway like it always did, making me pause for a second.

“Uh, just an assignment for class, nothing big,” I lied quickly, forcing a casual smile even though my cunt was still tingling from the dildo.

“What about you?”

“I have some emergency at the office, late night as usual,” he said, shrugging those broad shoulders, his eyes flicking over me for a beat before he nodded.

“Be safe out there.”

We parted ways, and I hurried off, heart racing all over again as I headed to the venue.

I arrived at the dimly lit spot, mask firmly in place, nerves and excitement twisting in my gut like a live wire while the event kicked off around me.

People milled about in shadows and masks, the air thick with anticipation.

The host stepped up to the mic, his voice booming through the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give a huge welcome to our special guest tonight, the one and only R. Kane!”

A tall, muscular masked figure stepped onto the stage under the harsh spotlight.

The silver-fox hair peeked at the edges of his mask, with familiar tattoos snaking out from his sleeves, and he was wearing the exact suit Marcus had left the house in earlier.

My eyes widened in pure fucking shock as I took in his unmistakable build, that posture, and then his deep velvet voice rolled out greeting the crowd.

My eyes widened in shock as I recognized Marcus—my stepdad’s unmistakable build, posture, and deep velvet voice when he greeted the crowd.

“Hello everyone?” He started.

My phone nearly slipped from my hand.

Marcus was R. KANE!!?