The house wasn’t quiet anymore.A creak on the stairs. My father’s voice, calling her name.But I was too far gone.Her ass clenched around me, hot and tight, milking every thrust I gave her. I drove harder, pounding her against the counter, my cock buried so deep I swore she’d never walk the same again.She tried to turn, to protest, but I wasn’t having it. I slammed my palm over her mouth, pinning her scream down into nothing but muffled whimpers.“Stay still,” I growled into her ear, my breath ragged, sweat dripping down my spine. “You’re gonna take all of Daddy’s cum right here while the real dad calls for you upstairs.”Her nails clawed the countertop, body jerking with every brutal stroke. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoed through the kitchen, reckless, obscene.“F-fuck…” I hissed, feeling the pressure burn at the base of my cock. My balls tightened, heavy, desperate for release.“Baby?” My dad’s voice boomed again, closer this time, sharp with suspicion.Her
Her mouth was still wet on my cock when I yanked her up by the hair, dragging her back against me. Strings of spit clung from her lips to my dick, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, tits bouncing right in front of me.“On your knees wasn’t enough,” I growled, spinning her and bending her over the nearest counter. My cock slapped heavy against the swell of her ass as I forced her down, one hand between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned.Her tights stretched over her curves, clinging to that fat ass like they were painted on. My palm cracked down hard, the smack echoing through the kitchen. She whimpered, arching.“God damn,” I hissed. That view, her ass naked, trembling, begging without words made my cock twitch so hard it hurt.I didn’t wait. Didn’t give her time to think.My tip pressed against her slit, dragging through her wetness before sliding up to her tight entrance. She froze, her fingers clawing at the countertop.“Elijah—”“Daddy,” I corrected with a sharp smack
I leaned in close, my grip on her wrist still firm. “I swear on all fours,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous, dripping with hunger, “if you give me this overwhelming stuff I’m seeing right now… I won’t ever think of going near your daughter again.”She shuddered, torn between anger and something else, something her body couldn’t quite hide. Her chest heaved, making her breasts bounce, nipples straining through the thin fabric as if they were begging me to bite down on them.My smile turned into a grin, sharp and feral.“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been craving this, do you?” I whispered, letting my free hand slide from her arm to the swell of her waist, brushing the edge of her bra. “You think I’ve only been looking at Lily? No. I’ve seen you, every damn day. Walking around this house like you don’t know how tempting you are. And now…” My thumb grazed just under her breast, making her gasp. “Now you’re mine.”Her lips parted, her eyes flicking with horror and heat all at onc
~ElijahLily ran out of the kitchen like the floor was on fire, her hair flying, her face red and wet with shame. She didn’t even look back.I stayed where I was. My chest was rising and falling, my cock still rock hard, wet from her. Her mum, she just stood there. Frozen. One hand clutching the counter as though it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her eyes were wide, darting between me and the space her daughter had just filled.She’d seen it. All of it. Her baby girl bent over, my hands on her hips, my cock buried inside her.I didn’t flinch. I didn’t apologize. I just looked at her, steady, like daring her to say something.I knew what was going through her head. Shock. Horror. A thousand questions twisting at once. How long? Why? What the hell did she just walk in on?But she didn’t speak. Couldn’t.And me? I wasn’t worried. Not really. As long as she didn’t run to my dad, everything was fine. And I knew she wouldn’t. She didn’t have the guts to blow this up. She’d swallow
From down the hall, the faint sound of Mom shifting in her bed creaked through the silence.“Shit,” Elijah hissed, scrambling up and yanking my shorts back up over my wet thighs. My chest was still heaving, my knees barely holding me up as he grabbed my hand.We bolted down the rest of the stairs, breathless, hearts hammering, slipping into the kitchen before the bedroom door upstairs could even creak open.I leaned against the counter, still trembling, still soaked, still tasting the aftershocks of his tongue. Elijah pressed close behind me, his lips brushing my ear.“You screamed so loud,” he whispered, almost smug. “Bet she heard.”I swallowed hard, my whole body still on fire. And I couldn’t even deny it, part of me wanted her to.The kitchen light hummed faintly above us, shadows stretching across the tiled floor. My body was still twitching from that orgasm when Elijah suddenly grabbed me, lifting me up and laying me flat across the cool surface of the fridge.The shock of cold
I pulled her from the wall, her body trembling, legs barely holding her up. I dragged her back toward the couch, tossing her down onto the cushions like she was nothing but mine to use.“Spread those legs for me, little girl,” I ordered, breath ragged, cock still hard and glistening from her wetness.She obeyed instantly, legs parting, pussy swollen and dripping, begging for me. I climbed onto the couch, pressing my chest to hers, but then I grabbed one of her thighs and swung it across my waist, locking us together sideways.“Scissors,” I growled, positioning myself.Her eyes widened, breath quickening as my cock nudged her entrance again. She was already soaked, already quivering, and when I thrust into her from that angle, her cry shattered the silence of the room.“Oh fuck, brother!” she screamed, nails clawing at my chest as I slid deep, the angle hitting spots that made her body jolt with violent pleasure.I ground my hips against hers, every stroke deep, angled, her pussy tigh