Caught My Step Dad Moaning My Name 4

~Nastya

The view from above was dizzying.

Here was this imposing, insanely fit man, an owner of a massive gym, built like a brick wall kneeling on the hard floor, his gaze fixed on me like I held the keys to his entire world.

The power buzzing through my veins made my skin tingle.

I slid my hands down the sides of my tight dress, slowly gathering the hem and pulling it up past my hips.

The cold air of the study hit my bare thighs, but my core was burning up. I didn't take my eyes off him for a second as my fingers hooked into the sides of my wet lace panties, tugging them down my legs until I could step completely out of them.

George’s chest heaved, a harsh, ragged breath hitching in his throat as the tiny scrap of fabric dropped to the rug.

His jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek, his thick hands gripping his own knees to keep from reaching out to touch me.

I reached up, my nails digging into his jaw to force his dark eyes to meet mine. "What do you want to do to your stepdaughter, George?"

He didn't flinch. He leaned in, his answer steady and bold, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I want to fuck you until you crawl out of this room naked, holding your clothes in your arms, with a deep ache between those sexy legs of yours.”

"Watch, daddy," I whispered, my voice dripping with sweet poison.

I spread my legs slightly, sliding two fingers straight down into my pussy. A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips at the instant, searing contact.

I began to stroke myself right in front of his face, slowly, and filthy just like I had on my bed the night before.

George let out a low, guttural groan, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His dark eyes tracked every single slide of my fingers, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sight and scent of me completely helpless to my own touch.

"Fuck, Nastya..." he rasped, his hands tightening on his knees until his knuckles turned ghostly white. "You're going to drive me fucking insane."

"Do you like what you see?" I purred, arching my back slightly, my hips moving in a slow, rhythmic circle against my own hand. "This is what I was doing while I screamed your name..."

He couldn't take it anymore. With a low growl, George reached out, his massive, warm hands wrapping tightly around the backs of my thighs, pulling me a bit of an inch closer to his face.

"I don't just like it," he murmured, his hot breath fanning directly against my wet center, making my knees buckle. "I want a taste.”

"Then come have it," I whispered, my voice dripping with pure invitation.

I pulled my fingers from between my legs, wet and shining with juice, and slid them straight into his mouth.

George wrapped his lips around them, sucking hard with a low, desperate moan that echoed through the study.

Without a word, he stood up in one powerful motion, his hands gripping my waist to lift me like I weighed nothing, setting me down on the edge of his desk.

He went on his knees again and hooked one of my legs over his broad shoulder, leaning down, and buried his face between my thighs, eating me like a man starved.

His tongue was relentless, licking, swirling, and pressing into every sensitive fold until my back started lifting itself involuntarily off the desk.

I screamed out loud, my hands clutching his dark hair as I whimpered, "Daddy... fuck... Daddy..."

I gasped for air, looking down at the top of his head. "Does my mum even taste this good?"

George paused for a second, his chin wet with my mess, his dark eyes looking up at me with raw intensity. "She's not even attractive," he rasped out, his voice thick with lust. "No one is as sweet as you. You're naughty... sweet... nasty..."

I placed a trembling finger over his lips, a wicked smirk playing on my mouth. "Nasty? That's me. You can't say Nastya without saying nasty."

I leaned back on my elbows, staring down at him. "Now let me feel what you make me feel when you're fucking me in your imagination. Stand up and drop that barrier. Let your cock out of its bondage."

He didn't hesitate. George stood tall, unbuckling his belt and shoving his trousers down.

When his cock sprang free, my heart slammed into my throat, I almost regretted what I had just requested.

It was thick, veiny, and somehow looked even larger than it had through the crack in the door yesterday.

He stepped right between my knees, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder again and spreading the other wide.

Before I could process the size of him, he thrust two thick fingers deep inside my soaking heat.

At the same time, his mouth clamped onto my breast through my dress, sucking hard like a hungry baby.

I gasped as he slid a third finger in, stretching me open until my hips started bouncing off the desk, those three calloused fingers alone felt thicker than most guys' entire dicks.

He finger fucked me wildly until a sudden, violent spasm wrecked my body, sending a rush of juice exploding over his hand.

Breathing heavily, he pulled his fingers out and held them up to my mouth, forcing me to lick every drop clean.

Before I could recover, he pushed me flat onto my back on the desk.

"How about you let me take control now?" he growled softly, reaching under the desk to pull out a thick leather strap.

"Whatever you wish, Daddy," I panted, totally intoxicated by the danger.

He gently gathered my wrists, securing them tightly to the top edge of the wooden frame. He walked back down to my legs, lifting both of my thighs to rest high on his shoulders, exposing me completely.

His large palm swung down, landing two sharp, stinging spanks right across my bare ass cheeks that made me groan out loud.

George lined the head of his massive cock up at my entrance, rubbing the wet tip up and down my core so fast I thought I’d lose my mind.

Looking down at the size of him resting against me, it didn't look like it could possibly fit.

"This might hurt at first," George muttered, his knuckles white against my hips. "But trust me, once I thrust like five times, it'll…"

"Just fuck me already!" I cut in, my voice laced with desperate, wild urgency. "Don't stop, no matter what I say, just fuck me, George!”