Fucking my Stepdad End

Thompson’s POV

Ariana ran upstairs, her clothes clutched in her hands, her bare ass bouncing with every step. I couldn’t stop staring, my eyes glued to her curves until she vanished around the corner.

My cock was still half-hard, twitching in my pants, and I groaned, pissed off at whoever was knocking. That idiot ruined the best moment of my life. I’d been dreaming about fucking Ariana since the day I met her, those full lips, her round breasts, the way her hips swayed. She’s my wife’s daughter, so I tried to act right, ignoring her flirty looks and tight outfits.

But today, watching that p**n with her on the couch, her thighs pressed together and her nipples poking through her top, I lost it. Her vagina was so tight, squeezing my cock like a glove, and the way she moaned “Zaddy” while I fucked her deep made me never want to stop. Even her mouth, sucking me off, gagging on my cock while I came down her throat it was better than I’d ever imagined.

Another loud knock snapped me out of it. I stuffed my penis back into my pants, my face hot with anger, and stomped to the door. I swung it open, ready to curse out whoever it was, but it was just a delivery guy holding a pizza box. Shit, I forgot I ordered pizza earlier. Of all the fucking times for this guy to show up.

“Here’s your order, sir,” he said, looking bored. I grabbed the box, muttered a thanks, and slammed the door, my mind still on Ariana’s dripping pussy and the way her body shook when she came.

I set the pizza on the table, my hands shaking, my erection still straining against my zipper. I wanted her back down here, bent over this table, my cock buried inside her again. “Ariana!” I called up the stairs, my voice rough. “Get your ass back down here, we’re not done.”

I heard her footsteps, soft and quick, and she appeared at the top of the stairs, still naked, her breasts jiggling as she walked down. Her thighs were shiny with her juices, and her lips were swollen from sucking me. My cock throbbed at the sight.

“Who was it? She asked her brow raised in curiosity.

“No one important just a delivery guy, Pizza’s here,” I said, smirking,

“but I’m still hungry for you.”

She smiled, biting her lip, and walked over to me. I grabbed her waist, pulling her close, my hands sliding down to grip her butt. I lifted her onto the table, the pizza box pushed aside, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was pink and dripping, ready for me. I unzipped my pants, my penis springing out, hard and ready. I rubbed the head against her wet folds, teasing her clitoris, and she moaned, her head falling back.

“Fuck me, Zaddy,” she said, her voice low and needy.

I thrust into her hard, my cock filling her up, her pussy so tight it made me groan loud. The table creaked as I pounded into her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, still sticky with my cum from before. Her hands grabbed my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, and her moans got louder, filling the room. My balls slapped against her ass, the sound mixing with the wet noises of her vagina taking me in. I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tasting my own cum on her skin as I fucked her deeper feeling her evening inch.

“Oh, yeah, right there, Zaddy,” Ariana moaned loud, her voice shaking as her pussy clamped tight around my penis. I thrust harder, feeling the pressure build in my balls, my body tense. I couldn’t hold back anymore and came hard, my cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up. She’s a grown woman now, 21 and old enough to handle it, her body trembling as she took every drop.

She stood up, her naked body slick with sweat, and got on her tiptoes to kiss me. Her lips were soft and wet, pressing hard against mine. I grabbed her waist, lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around my hips, her pussy brushing against my cock. I was still hard, ready for more. I pushed my penis back inside her, sliding in easy with her juices and my cum mixing together. She screamed, her head falling back, her breasts bouncing against my chest.

“Don’t stop, Daddy,” she moaned, her voice shaky, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“I’m never stopping, baby,” I grunted, my cock throbbing inside her tight pussy. The pleasure hit me hard, my hips moving on their own, thrusting deep as I carried her to the couch. Each step made my penis slide in and out, her moans getting louder, her legs squeezing my waist.

I set her down on the couch, turning her around so she was on her hands and knees, her ass up in the air. Her pussy was dripping, cum leaking down her thighs, and I grabbed her hips, spreading her cheeks wide. I plunged my penis into her from behind, the angle letting me go deeper, hitting her cervix. She gasped, her body rocking forward, her breasts swinging under her. The couch creaked loud as I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her clitoris with every thrust. Her moans filled the room, mixed with the wet sounds of our bodies.

“Harder, Zaddy,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me, her pussy squeezing me tight. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. I leaned forward, my chest against her back, and reached around to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.

My cock slid in and out, slick with her wetness, and I felt another orgasm building, my balls tightening again.

The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air.

Her hair stuck to her neck, and I brushed it aside, kissing her shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin as I kept thrusting, her body shaking under me.

I thrust hard one last time, my penis deep inside Ariana’s pussy, and came, my cum pouring into her, filling her up. Her body shook under me, her vagina squeezing me tight as she moaned loud, her own orgasm hitting. We collapsed onto the couch, my chest heaving, sweat dripping down my face. Her naked body pressed against me, her breasts sticky with my cum from before, her thighs wet with our juices.

“That was intense,” she said, her voice rough, catching her breath.

“Yeah, you’re so sweet,” I said, wiping sweat off my forehead. She looked up at me, her lips curling into a smile, her eyes bright in the dim room.

I knew this was risky. If her mom found out, it’d be a mess, probably end my marriage. But I didn’t care. Ariana’s pussy was too tight, too wet, too perfect. I’d been wanting her since I met her, and now that I’d fucked her, heard her moan “Zaddy,” and felt her swallow my cum, I was addicted. I’d never stop fucking her, no matter what.