MY STEPSON 2

MY STEPSON 2 

“Damn, these are beautiful.” He rasped, palmed both tits roughly, squeezed until I gasped. His thumbs flicked the stiff peaks, then pinched hard, twisted until pain blurred into blinding pleasure. 

“I fucking tried my best to stay away, you know. But you've decided to be a slutty bitch haven't you?” He squeezed at my boobs causing me to gasp out loud. 

“I guess dad would be surprised to know his pretty little wife is such a slut.” He said as he dipped his head and sucked one nipple deep into his scalding mouth, teeth scraped, tongue lashed, wet suction noises filled the room. His free hand slapped my other tits sharp, and stinging, watching it jiggle and redden before he mauled it again, kneading like he couldn't get enough. I combed my hands through his tousled hair, pulling at him to continue.

Enjoying every bit of it.

He pulled off with a wet pop, blew cold air over the aching bud, then attacked the other one just as viciously. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

“Lucien,...” A broken moan. 

“Is this what you wanted?” He said amidst sucks.

“Lucien…,” I mewed.

He gripped my hips tighter, and dragged me up. My pussy clenched in my panties, already missing the warmth of his hard cock that was poking there.

He stood up. Flipped me over the counter, face down on the desk, my ass up in the air.

“Hold onto it and do not let go”

I obeyed immediately, my chest pressed to the cold wood, arms trembling. 

He pulled down my skirt roughly, and tore off my panties. Cool air hit my pussy lips, reminding me how wet I was down there.

He slid his fingers through my folds, rubbing my wetness around me. 

“Fuck, you're dripping.” 

Just like that, he shoved two thick fingers into me, causing me to jolt as he stretched me out. 

“Don't fucking let go, Anna.”

I held back onto the counter, trying to steady myself as he began thrusting in and out of me roughly. 

“Someone's being a really naughty slut today.” 

“Look how soaked you are. You fucking wanted this didn't you?” 

“You'll answer me when I speak!” He hollered, pulling at my hair from behind, as he increased his thrust in and out of me.  

“Yes,.. I fucking… wanted this… for months… ungggghh…”

Two fingers circle my hole, slow, teasing, scissoring, pressing just enough that I push back like a needy slut.

“Greedy little cunt” he hisses at me

“Damn I've been dreaming of this ass for so long”.

He inserted a third finger, scissoring, stretching me open while the back of his fingers kept rubbing against my clitband, making my hips roll on their own.

I moan loud, shameless, “Lucien… please…” I needed more. 

He works me open slowly, three fingers now, twisting, curling, spreading, until I'm panting, sweat beading between my tits, nails screeching into the wood.

“Please what, Anna?” He growled from behind.

I whined my waist in response, signalling that I wanted more. He suddenly turned me over, making me face him now. 

“Hold the counter.” He ordered as my hands flew back to the edges holding on for dear life, panting, breathless.

He dropped to his knees, spread my thighs wider, pinning them open with his forearms, the rough hair on his arm scraping my sensitive skin, and he buried his face in me.

“Look how pretty you are down here,” he groaned, his voice rough against my pussy. 

He used two fingers to scoop up my wetness, he brought it to his mouth, sucking them clean while looking straight at me.

I quivered, jerking my hips forward. He hooked one of my legs over his broad shoulder, opening me completely before his face.

He lapped at my pussy with his long tongue in one slick move. My head tipped back, my body vibrated. The warmth in his tongue filled my stomach with butterflies. 

I tipped my head back, moaning at his assault. 

He sucked on my clit, hard, the suction intense and unrelenting. His tongue flicked mercilessly over the bundle of nerves while two thick fingers plunged inside my soaking channel, curling to stroke my G-spot with precise, rhythmic pressure that made my toes curl and my vision blur.

“Mnn, you taste do fucking good” he growled, inserting his tongue deeper.

I moaned, the pleasure overwhelming my senses. 

“Lucien, I'm gonna,... I'm gonna…” I screamed, holding on to the counter, my legs trembling.

Not yet, baby.” he continued rolling, licking and sucking inside of me.

My pussy walls fluttered around his fingers, the wet squelching echoing obscenely in the kitchen. “Lucien,... Ohh, Goddd… unghhh..” I cried out, grinding against his face.

When I couldn't take his torture anymore, I released on his face, the smell of my arousal filling the air, making the atmosphere more intense.

He smacked the sides of my ass, hard.

“You naughty slut.” 

“Mmmnn.. I love the way you taste” he said licking round his lips, taking my cum in his mouth, sucking me clean. 

My face heated up from his tease. I still couldn't believe I was finally getting a taste of my hot stepson.

The way he looked at me with hunter eyes, like he had been wanting to devour me for so long. 

He stood up, shoved his sweatpants down, his cock sprag free, thick as my wrist, veined and pulsing, flushed dark pink and leaking precum from the slit in shiny beads. The musky scent of his arousal hitting me like a drug.

I gasped out at his huge length, scared for my pussy. 

He rubbed his fat, mushroom head in his hand looking me straight in the eye, a wicked smirk on his lips. “Trust me, it's gonna fit perfectly.”

A moan escaped me before I could stop it. 

He lined himself at my entrance, rubbing his cap on my slick folds, coating himself in my cum, teasing my entrance with slow dips that made me whine and buck for more, the velvety skin sliding against my over sensitive clit in torturous circles. 

“Dad's gonna be so mad,”’he groaned out, voice wrecked, his cockhead nudging at my entrance, stretchi

ng me just enough to make me ache for fullness. 

“Lucien,.. please” I whined, bucking my hips forward.