Locked Down With Stepdaddy

I stayed exactly where I was, bent over, his cock pressed against me and his hand still between my legs.

“So what if that’s why I ran?” I said. “What are you going to do about it? Do you wanna have s3x with the daughter of your wife?”

Mark didn’t even pause.

“We get to decide that,” he said, completely shameless.

I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s your answer? We get to decide?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re really naughty.”

“And you’re still not moving away.”

He gripped my hips tighter and pulled me further back against him so the hard length of his c0ck nestled right between my ass cheeks through the leggings.

“Since we’ve both been watching each other come for months,” he muttered, “it only makes sense to make it real at some point.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m just saying.”

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see my face. “I’m only accepting the tutorial. Nothing more.”

“The stretch tutorial.”

“Yes, the stretch tutorial. That’s all this is.”

“Right.”

I bit my lip and, against every smart thought in my head, pushed my ass back against him a little more. The thick shape of him felt even better when I did it on purpose.

Mark let out a low breath. “Your ass is fucking soft.”

Both of his hands moved to grab it, squeezing through the leggings. His palms were big but even they couldn’t fully contain everything.

“That’s not part of the tutorial,” I muttered, though I made zero effort to stop him.

“I guess,” he said.

“You guess?”

“I’m improvising.”

“You’re terrible at this.”

“At what? Teaching yoga or pretending I don’t want to fuck you?”

I choked on a laugh. “Both, apparently.”

He kept his hands on my ass, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh while he slowly rolled his hips against me once. The friction made my eyes flutter for a second.

“You’re enjoying this,” he said.

“I’m tolerating the tutorial.”

“You’re pushing back on my cock.”

“It’s called adjusting my form.” I replied sharply

“Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Yes.” I said

“Okay. Then adjust a little more.”

He pulled my hips back again, firmer this time, and the pressure of him against me sent a stupid spark of heat straight between my legs. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound.

“Mark.”

“Hmm?”

“This is getting out of hand.”

“It’s been out of hand since you started recording me in the shower.”

“That was different.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

His hands slid up to my waist, then back down to cup my ass again, squeezing like he was testing how it felt in his palms.

“You have no idea how many times I watched you on that camera and wanted to walk into your room,” he said.

“You’re not helping the ‘this is just a tutorial’ story.”

“I’m not trying to.”

I let out a shaky breath and still didn’t move away. My body had already chosen a side and it wasn’t the smart one.

“You’re really not going to stop, are you?” I asked.

“Not unless you make me.”

I stayed bent over the mat with his cock pressed against me and his hands on my ass.

Mark’s hands left my hips. He pulled me upright and turned me to face him. Before I could say anything his mouth was on mine.

The “tutorial” excuse died right there.

The kiss was messy from the start. His tongue slid against mine and I made a soft sound into his mouth. One of his hands went straight to my breast, squeezing through the thin yoga top. He felt that I wasn't wearing anything underneath immediately and groaned, thumb dragging over my nipple until it hardened under the top.

His other hand gripped my ass hard, pulling me flush against him so I could feel every inch of how hard he was.

My arms went around his neck and I pulled him closer, kissing him back just as deep. Our teeth clicked once.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips, then kissed me again, harder.

His hand went under my top and shoved the top up without breaking the kiss. He pulled it the rest of the way off and dropped it somewhere behind me. I just kept kissing him with my bare chest pressed against his shirt.

Mark broke the kiss only long enough to look down.

“Christ, look at you.”

Then his mouth was on me again. He licked a slow path down the center of my chest, between my t!ts, before closing his lips around one nipple.

“Ahh—oh my god…”

The sound left me without permission. His tongue flicked over the tip while he sucked, and my fingers slid into his hair, holding him there. He switched to the other side, giving it the same attention, licking and sucking until both n!pples were wet and tight.

“Mark… fuck…”

He made a low sound against my skin and kept going. Every pull of his mouth sent heat straight down between my legs. I could feel how wet I already was.

“You like that,” he said, voice rough, lips still brushing my n!pple.

“Yes...”

He sucked harder. My head fell back and a longer moan slipped out.

“Ohhh… god, yes…”

His hand on my ass squeezed tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh through the leggings. I pulled him closer by the hair, almost on my toes, pressing my chest into his mouth.

“Daddy...”

The word came out before I could stop it. Soft, needy, completely accidental.

Mark went still for half a second. Then he groaned against my breast like the word had hit him physically.

“Say it again.”

I bit my lip, already embarrassed, but his mouth was back on my nipple and the suction was perfect and rendered my brain completely useless.

“Daddy… please…”

“Fvck.”

He licked across to the other breast and sucked that one just as hard. My moans got louder, messier. I kept pulling him closer, one hand in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder like I needed the support.

“That feels so good… don’t stop…”

He kept alternating between my n!pples, licking, sucking, occasionally grazing with his teeth just enough to make me gasp. His hand never left my ass, kneading and pulling me against the hard line of his c0ck.

I was standing in the middle of the house half-naked with my stepdad’s mouth on my t!ts, calling him daddy, and I had never been more turned on in my life.