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Chapter Three
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2026-06-18 16:55:03I WANT IT
“Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?” My stepdad asked.
I nod shyly. I wanted this too and I'm not regretting it. I have already dream about this day
Now that mom had travelled for a work project, my stepdad was so handsome and young for me to resist, I have also seen him look at me like he wants to own or claim me, so now I wasn't going to resist
But before I knew it Mr Zeal grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into him. His mouth crashed down on mine, hard and demanding.
His tongue pushed between my lips, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deeper, rougher, like he was starving for me. His big hand gripped my waist, pulling my body flush against his hard chest.
"Fuck, you taste good," he growled against my lips before diving back in.
I was already losing my mind. My hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as our tongues fought. He sucked on my bottom lip, bit it, then kissed me so deep I couldn't breathe properly. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. My pussy was throbbing, getting wetter with every stroke of his tongue.
He pulled back just enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jaw to my neck.
When he sucked hard on that sensitive spot below my ear, my knees buckled.
"Ahhh..." I whimpered. My breath heavy
He chuckled darkly and sucked harder, marking me. His teeth grazed my skin, sending shocks straight to my clit. One of his hands moved up and squeezed my breast through the thin silk slip, pinching my already hard nipple roughly.
These tits have been teasing me since yoou came in here ,” he muttered.
He yanked the straps of my slip down in one rough motion, exposing my breasts. My nipples were dark and stiff, begging for attention. He looked at them for a second like he was admiring his meal, then bent down and took one into his hot mouth.
“Oh shit!” I cried out.
He sucked hard, tongue flicking my nipple fast while his hand squeezed the other breast. He switched sides, sucking and biting, pulling my nipple with his teeth until I was moaning loudly, pushing my chest into his face.
My pussy was dripping now, juices sliding down my inner thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered against my nipple
I obeyed immediately, opening my thighs wide for him. His fingers brushed over my inner thigh, teasing me, getting closer but not touching where I needed him.“Fuck, Mr Zeal…” I moaned, legs already spreading for him.
Call me daddy…princess. The pet name sent a wave down between my legs
He kissed down my stomach, spreading my thighs wide with his strong hands. He looked at my pussy for a second, eyes dark.
“Keep your legs like that,” he growled.
He brought two fingers to my mouth. “Suck.”
I opened my lips and took them in, licking and wetting them with my tongue, tasting myself a little. He watched my mouth work on his fingers, eyes intense. When they were dripping wet he pulled them out.
He rubbed slow circles on my swollen clit. My legs shook hard, my breath rang, my heart was beating fast.
I grabbed his arm, moaning into his neck as he played with my clit, pressing and rubbing in perfect rhythm. Every stroke made me jerk.
He started with one thick finger, rubbing it up and down my slit before pushing it slowly inside me.
I gasped loud, my pussy clenching around it. He moved it in and out, curling it to hit that spot that made my toes curl.
Daddy…” I moaned, my head falling back.
“This pussy is dripping for me.”
“You like when Daddy touches your little clit?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes… fuck yes ahh, Da..ddy,” I moaned, grinding against his hand.
He pushed one thick finger inside me slowly, stretching my tight walls. I gasped loud, my pussy clenching around it. He started pumping it in and out, slow and deep, while his thumb kept rubbing my clit.
“So tight,” he growled. “You’re squeezing my finger like you want to keep it.”
Ahhh…fuck daddy please, I begged not knowing the reason for my begging.
Please…what? he muttered his breath hot in my ear.
Fuck me da..ddy, my head rolled back while I rolled my eyes the sensation was too much.
“Such a pretty wet pussy,” he growled.
Then he bent his head, inside my pussy he started slowly. Flat tongue, long licks from the bottom of my dripping hole all the way up to my clit. Over and over. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room.
My hips jerked every time his warm tongue dragged over me.
He grabbed my thighs and held them open wider, burying his face deeper. His flat tongue moved in steady circles around my swollen clit.
Same speed. Same pressure. Never changing.
“Fuck! Daddy I’m gonna cum!” I cried, thighs shaking around his head.
Cum for me he said between my legs, his mouth was still inside me.
Fuck this man is going to be the end of me, my organism shot out making all my body vibrate.
He licked my clit very well, taking all my cums, then he stood up and crushed his mouth on me, making me taste myself.
“Princess this is the beginning of what I'm going to do to you.” He said,staring deep at me.
Let's go to my room. He carried me in a bridal style.
This is truly the beginning
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