The Stepfather’s Best Friend (part 4)

The sky outside the window had turned a soft, pale grey.

Elias knelt between my open thighs, cock still thick and heavy, glistening with everything he had already poured into me. My wrists were free now, but I kept them above my head anyway, palms open, offering myself completely. The sheets beneath us were ruined—soaked with sweat, cum, and the endless wetness he had forced from my body for hours.

He didn’t rush.

He looked at me like he was memorizing every detail: the flush across my chest, the swollen state of my pussy, the way my stomach still fluttered with aftershocks. One of his hands stroked slowly up the inside of my thigh, thumb brushing through the thick mess leaking out of me.

“You’ve given me everything tonight,” he said, voice low and rough with leftover hunger. “Every moan. Every orgasm. Every drop of that sweet cunt. And I still want more.”

I reached for him.  

“Then take it. Please, Daddy. I need to feel you one last time before the morning takes you away from me.”

Something in his eyes softened and darkened at the same time.  

He leaned down and kissed me—slow, deep, filthy. His tongue slid against mine like he was still tasting every place he had been. I moaned into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

He guided the head of his cock back to my entrance.  

I was so swollen and sensitive that even the gentle press made me gasp. He pushed in slowly this time, inch by thick inch, letting me feel every ridge, every pulse, every bit of the stretch. When he finally bottomed out we both exhaled like we had been holding our breath for hours.

He stayed still, buried deep, forehead resting against mine.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

I did.  

I kept my eyes on his while he began to move with long, deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive place inside me. There was no urgency now, only intensity. Every stroke was deliberate. Every time he sank back in, he ground against my clit just enough to make my breath hitch.

“You feel that?” he asked, voice rough. “That’s Daddy’s cock claiming what’s his. This cunt belongs to me now. Every time you walk, every time you sit, every time you touch yourself when I’m not there… you’ll still feel me.”

“I already do,” I whispered, tears of pure need gathering at the corners of my eyes. “I feel you everywhere. I don’t want it to stop.”

“It won’t.”  

He fucked me deeper, still slow, still devastating. “I’ll take you again. And again. Whenever I can get you alone. I’ll keep this pussy full and aching and desperate for me. You’ll never stop wanting it.”

My legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him closer. The wet, intimate sound of his cock moving in and out of my cum-filled cunt was softer now, but no less filthy. I moaned with every thrust—low, continuous, broken sounds that rose every time he bottomed out.

“Daddy… I’m so full of you… I can feel every drop you already gave me and I still want more—”

“You’ll get more.” His hand slid between us, two fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow, perfect circles in time with his thrusts. “Come on my cock one more time. Come while you’re looking at me. Let me feel this cunt squeeze every last bit of me.”

The orgasm built like a slow wave this time—deeper, heavier, almost overwhelming. I kept my eyes locked on his as it crashed through me. My back arched, a long, trembling moan spilling from my lips, pussy pulsing and fluttering hard around his thick shaft. I came so intensely that fresh wetness spilled out around him, soaking us both even more.

Elias groaned like the feeling of me coming undone on him was too much.  

His rhythm finally broke. He drove into me harder, deeper, chasing his own release while my body still clenched around him. When he came it was with a low, guttural sound against my mouth, thick, hot pulses flooding me so deeply I could feel them. He kept thrusting through it, grinding, locking himself inside me until the last spurt left him.

We stayed joined for a long time afterward.  

His weight rested carefully on me, his cock still buried, still twitching with aftershocks. One of his hands stroked my hair. The other held my thigh open so he could stay as deep as possible. I could feel his heart beating against my chest.

“I’ve wanted you since the first moment you looked at me,” he said quietly against my lips. “Every week I left with a hard cock and the taste of you already in my mouth even though I’d never touched you yet. Tonight I finally took what I’ve been starving for… and it still isn’t enough.”

I kissed him softly, slowly, tasting the truth of it.  

“It’s not enough for me either. I already miss your cock and it’s still inside me.”

A low, dark laugh rumbled in his chest.  

He kissed me again, deeper this time, then slowly pulled out. The rush of cum that followed was thick and heavy, spilling out of my used, swollen pussy onto the sheets. Elias watched it for a moment with open possession, then gathered some on his fingers and brought them to my lips.

I sucked them clean without being told.

He cleaned me gently after that with warm cloth, careful hands, soft kisses against the insides of my thighs while I trembled. When he was finished he pulled me into his arms, my back against his chest, his half-hard cock resting against the curve of my ass. One of his hands settled low on my stomach, possessive and warm.

Outside, the world was waking up.  

Inside, I lay in the circle of his arms, body sore and thoroughly claimed, heart still racing with the kind of yearning that didn’t fade even after being filled so completely.

I knew this night was ending.  

I also knew it was only the beginning.

Because now that I had taken every inch of him, every drop, every filthy word… I would never stop aching for more.

And neither would he.