Hard-To-Get Sub III: Welcome Home, Daddy

“F*ck me Daddy.”

The words barely left my mouth before Darius snapped.

He grabbed me hard, spinning me around so my chest hit the counter. His body pressed against mine from behind, one hand pinning both of mine behind my back while the other twisted in my hair.

I could feel how hard he was through his pants, thick and throbbing against my as*.

I reached back anyway, fingers working fast, unzipping him and pulling him out. It was heavy, hot, and rock hard. The second it was free he started grinding, sliding that thick shaft right between my soft as* cheeks, grinding the life out of it.

It was raw, no condom, nothing. Just skin on skin. Hard on soft.

“F*ck, Katie,” he breathed against my neck, his voice was rough and low. His hot breath rested on my skin. His hips moved slow at first, dragging his c*ck up and down, the head bumping my wet pussy with every pass. I pushed back, rolling my a*s against him passionately, feeling every vein and every inch.

He was breathing hard now, almost panting.

His free hand moved down my thigh, fingers sliding up under my skirt. He traced my p*ssy lips, spreading my wetness across my lower skin, then pushed two fingers inside me again. Deep. So fuckin deep. He pumped them slow and steady while his c*ck kept sliding between my soft cheeks. Every thrust forward made his balls press against me. I was soaked, dripping down his hand, making everything slippery and messy.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he whispered right in my ear, fingers curling inside. “My wife’s daughter. My student. And you’re this f*cking wet for me now.”

I didn’t answer. I just kept grinding back even harder on him, loving the way he filled me with his fingers while his c*ck teased my bare as*.

My n*pples were hard against the counter. My legs shook. I was so close already.

Then we heard Mom’s footsteps coming closer.

Darius pulled his fingers out fast and shoved his cock back inside his pants. I barely had time to fix my skirt before she walked in.

“Got everything you need?” she asked, smiling happily.

“Yeah,” I said, voice a little too sweet. “We’re good.”

Inside my head I was already thinking about all the ways I could push this. Sneak into his room later. Wear the shortest skirts to class now that we lived together. Make him hard while Mom was right there. The fact that he was my stepdad only made me want it more, more desperately. Yeah, there was a tiny twist of little guilt when I looked at Mom, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. I wanted him too bad.

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The next morning at breakfast I “dropped” my spoon. I bent over nice and slow right in front of where Darius was sitting, my short robe riding all the way up. No panties. I stayed down there a few extra seconds, letting him look at my bare raw p**sy.

And when I stood back up his jaw was tight and his eyes dark.

That night I left my door cracked on purpose. I lay on my bed, legs spread, and fingered myself loud enough for him to hear through the wall.

Two fingers pumping in and out with speed, my other hand rubbing my cl*t. I moaned his name on purpose.

“Professor… Darius… Daddy…”

I didn’t hold back.

He came into my room maybe ten minutes later, closing the door quietly behind him.

“This has to stop,” he started, but his eyes were locked between my legs. He dropped to his knees anyway.

His mouth was on me instantly - Was hot, wet 'n hungry. He licked me slowly, dragging his tongue all the way up my wet and slimy p**sy, then sucked on my cl*t hard.

I grabbed his head with both hands fiercely, thighs squeezing around his face. He pushed his tongue inside me constantly, f*cking me with it while his hands gripped my as*.

“Please don’t leave again, Daddy,” I whispered, grinding against his mouth. “Please.”

I held his head tight, not letting him pull away "pls don't leave me Daddy!". My hips kept moving, riding 'n grinding on his tongue.

When I finally loosened my grip he stood up fast, breathing heavy, lips shiny with my juices, a bit of it dripping from his chin. Yum. His c**k was straining hard against his pants.

I didn’t give him a chance to think.

I slid off the bed, dropped to my knees, and took him straight into my mouth. He groaned and grabbed my head with both hands. Then he started face-fucking me. Not gentle. Not sucking (f*cking). Not slow. He thrust in deep, hitting the back of my throat over and over again. Thick slimmy drool ran down my chin, dripping onto the floor in long strings as my eyes watered violently. I gagged but kept my mouth open for him, keeping it in, looking up while he used me.

“Such a greedy little sl*t,” he muttered, fucking my face harder.

After a few minutes he pulled out, the slick disgusting sound of c*ck and throat filling the quiet room instantly. Next, he yanked me up, and bent me over the bed. He slammed into my p*ssy in one hard quick thrust. Balls deep in a second. I moaned loud into the sheets as he started pounding me. His mascular hips slapped against my gentle a*s with every harsh stroke.

He spat on his fingers then one hand reached around and rubbed my c**t while the other held my hip in place, in the place for his brutality, pulling me back onto his c**k.

He f**ked me rough and deep, exactly how I wanted, NEEDED it. The bed creaked. My tits bouncing against the mattress with each savage thrusts. I came hard, clenching around him, and he kept going, chasing his own release too.

When he finally came he buried himself all the way in and filled me up, creampying my hole, groaning low against my neck as I feel his hot musculine breath rest there.

We stayed like that for a minute, catching our breath. Then he cleaned up quickly, kissed my shoulder once, and slipped back out to the master bedroom without making a sound like a criminal.

I lay there, still dripping his c*m, and grabbed my phone. I spread my legs, took a picture of my messy p**sy, and sent it to him.

**Welcome home, Daddy.**