CHAPTER 7: MY STEPDADDY DIDN’T STOP UNTIL MY MOTHER WALKED IN

His hand presses flat between my shoulder blades and pushes me down into the mattress.

My face hits the pillow and I can smell myself on the sheets, sex and sweat and the wet, musky evidence of what just happened, and before I can catch my breath his knee shoves my thighs apart from behind and I feel him again. The thick, blunt head of his cock dragging through the mess between my legs, sliding through his own cum leaking out of me, and the sound it makes is filthy. Wet and sloppy and loud in the dark room.

“Dominic, I need a second—”

“No you don’t.” He grabs my hips and yanks them up, angling me so my chest stays pressed to the bed and my ass is in the air, and the position opens me in a way that makes me feel completely, devastatingly exposed. I can feel everything, the cool air on my swollen, dripping pussy, his cum sliding down my inner thigh, his thumbs spreading me open to look. “You don’t need a second. You need another round.”

He pushes in.

The stretch is different from this angle. Deeper. He slides in easier now, I’m so wet, so full of him, that there’s almost no resistance — but the depth makes my fingers twist in the sheets because I can feel him in places I didn’t know existed. The head of his cock pressing against the deepest part of me, nudging something that sends sparks shooting up my spine.

“Fuck—” I bury my face in the pillow.

He pulls my head back by my hair. Not hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to control.

“I said I want to hear you.” He rolls his hips and sinks in to the root and I moan, loud, broken, the kind of sound that would humiliate me if I could think clearly. “Every sound. Every word. Don’t you dare hide from me.”

He starts to move, and this time he’s not slow.

Deep, steady, punishing strokes that slam his hips against my ass with a sharp clap on every thrust. The sound fills the room, skin on skin, the wet slap of our bodies connecting, the squelch of his cum being fucked deeper into me with every push. My fingers claw at the sheets and I can’t hold myself up, my arms give out and I collapse forward, face turned to the side, mouth open, drooling on the pillow.

“Look at you.” His voice is low and rough and thick with something that sounds like awe. “Falling apart on my cock. Your little pussy can barely handle me and you still don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No, god, don’t stop—”

“Greedy.” He spanks me. One sharp crack across my right cheek that makes me yelp, and then his hand stays, gripping the stinging flesh, spreading me wider so he can watch himself disappear into me. “Greedy little stepdaughter. One load of my cum dripping out of you and you still want more.”

I do. That’s the horrifying truth. I can feel his first load leaking out of me every time he pulls back, warm and thick and running down to my clit, and instead of being disgusted I’m clenching around him, trying to keep him inside, trying to pull him deeper.

“You feel that?” He grinds in deep and holds, rotating his hips in a slow circle that drags his cock across every nerve ending I have. “Feel how full you are? Full of your stepdaddy’s cum. What would your mother say?”

“Don’t—” I gasp, but the mention of her sends a shock of adrenaline through me that tightens everything. He feels it. His groan tells me he feels it.

“That made you tighter.” His voice is dark. Delighted. “Thinking about her makes you squeeze. You’re more fucked up than I thought.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

He laughs. Low and dangerous. And then he gives me exactly what I asked for.

His pace doubles. Brutal, relentless, his grip on my hips so tight I’ll have bruises shaped like his fingers tomorrow. Every thrust drives me forward on the bed and he drags me back onto him, impaling me, using me, and the pleasure is so intense it’s blurring into something close to pain.

“Dom, Dominic, I’m, oh fuck I’m coming again—”

“Already? Three times tonight.” He doesn’t slow down. If anything he gets harder, deeper, adjusting his angle until he’s hammering that spot inside me that makes my legs shake uncontrollably. “Three times and I’ve barely started. Imagine if your little ex could see you now.”

The orgasm hits me sideways. No warning. No build. Just a sudden, violent clenching that locks my entire body and rips a scream out of my throat that I couldn’t muffle if I tried. I’m gushing around him, I can feel it, hot liquid squirting out of me with every contraction, splattering against his thighs, soaking the sheets under my knees.

“There it is,” he groans. “There it fucking is. Making a mess all over Daddy’s cock.”