Caught?

Clara’s POV

As he spoke, his hand moved between my thighs like it belonged there. One finger stroked through the wetness gathered there, then a second joined it, sliding through my pussy with deliberate pressure.

“I’m waiting,” he murmured. “Go on.”

“W-what is there to talk about?” I whimpered.

He didn’t answer with words. He pushed both fingers inside me in one smooth motion. The stretch pulled a broken sound from my throat. He curled them immediately, rubbing against the sensitive spot that made my hips jerk, while his thumb found my clit and pressed firm circles.

“Quiet,” he said against my ear. “Unless you want the entire party to hear what your stepfather is doing to you.”

The risk only made the pleasure sharper. I bit down on my lower lip to stop a moan threatening to slip out as he worked his fingers deeper, steady and relentless. My hands gripped his shirt. My knees threatened to give out, but his hand immediately moved to steady me.

His other hand slid up, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. He alternated between both breasts, making sure neither was starved of attention.

I gasped as the combination of both sensations drove me wild.

He lowered his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth, and I nearly exploded.

“Yesss,” I moaned, head falling backward.

Sloppy wet sounds filled the room as his fingers moved in and out of my pussy, and soon I felt a huge wave of pleasure peaking in me.

“Y-yeah… fuck. I’m gonna cum,” I whined, biting my lip.

He lifted me and placed me on his lap, my back to his chest, and increased the pace of his fingers in my pussy while his mouth kissed and bit the sensitive spot right behind my ear.

That sent a wave of orgasm flying through me, and I thrashed and trembled as I came, gripping his forearm for support.

My breath slowed as I came down from the high, and I leaned into his chest, head lolling against his shoulder.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked gently, caressing my cheek with his fingers, which were damp from me.

I nodded weakly, and before I could recover, he lifted me off his lap, placed me at the edge of the bed, and went on his knees.

He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and spread it wider to give him more access, then suddenly covered my pussy with his mouth.

The first long stroke of his tongue made my head fall back and release a trembling moan. He groaned at the sound, which sent further sparks of pleasure through me.

My soul nearly left me as he sucked and devoured my pussy like a man starved, licking, sucking, biting, and alternating.

The wet sounds were soft but filthy in the quiet room. My second orgasm built fast and heavy.

Every nerve in my body came alive, my hips rocking uncontrollably against his face.

I couldn’t stop the continuous whimpers that escaped my lips as his mouth continued to assault my clit.

I could feel the second orgasm approaching, and then suddenly it broke. I had to clamp both hands over my mouth to muffle my broken moans, thighs clamping around his head as the pleasure rolled through me in strong, continuous waves.

Daniel rose to his feet while I was still shaking, lips shining with my juices.

His face held a dark, lustful expression as he unbuckled his belt, freed his cock, and dragged the thick head through my soaked folds, coating himself in how ready I was.

“Last chance to tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough.

I didn’t. How could I when I was already this far gone?

He pushed in with one deep thrust.

The stretch burned in the best way. I cried out before I could stop myself. He filled me completely, thicker and longer than I had imagined in any of my shameful dreams. He didn’t give me time to adjust.

He set a hard, relentless pace, hips slamming against mine, the sound of skin meeting skin loud and unmistakable in the room. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. The other braced on the bed behind me so he could angle right and drive deeper.

“Fuck—Daniel—”

“That’s it,” he growled against my neck as his body leaned further against me. “Say my name while I take what you’ve been offering every time you looked at me like that.”

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was take all he had to give me—his cock and this overwhelming pleasure I was getting. This was far better than every dream I’d ever had of us together. No wonder my body could sense it before my mind could catch up.

Every thrust forced another broken sound out of me.

“Ow-w. Fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolling back.

“You feel so fucking good. Can’t believe I denied myself this pussy for so long,” he rasped as his cock slammed into me without mercy.

I felt that familiar tight pressure building inside me, sharper this time, coiling tight low in my belly. I was so close—

Suddenly, a sharp knock sounded at the door.

“Clara?” My mother’s voice came through the wood, clear and concerned. “Honey, are you in there? Ethan said he left you in your room earlier.”

My entire body locked up in panic. She was probably worried I had a panic attack and had left the party.

Surprisingly, Daniel didn’t stop. He kept fucking me in deep, unforgiving strokes, one hand sliding up to cover my mouth while the other held my hip steady.

“Clara?” Ethan’s voice joined hers. “You okay? I just wanted to make sure—”

Another knock, harder this time.

“Baby, open the door,” my mother called. “We searched everywhere for you, and I’m worried something went wrong.”

Daniel’s mouth brushed my ear, his cock still buried deep inside me, still moving in slow, deliberate thrusts that made it almost impossible to think.

“Answer them,” he whispered. “And try not to sound like you’re getting fucked.”

The audacity. Fucking his stepdaughter while his wife was just outside the door.

My heart slammed so hard I felt dizzy. I was pinned between the edge of the bed and my stepfather’s body, completely full of him, while my mother and the boy I had almost slept with stood on the other side of the door calling my name.

Before I could open my mouth to respond, the doorknob turned.