My Ex-Stepdaddy Took My Virginity 4.

Adrian moved to the bed and sat down on the edge, his legs spread wide. His big balls rested against the sheets as he leaned back slightly and continued stroking his cock.

The movement was unhurried. His big hand slid from base to tip, squeezing just under the swollen head before sliding back down.

A thick bead of precum oozed from the slit and coated his fingers.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Still so hard for me. That pretty cock of yours is begging to come out and play. You want to stroke it while you watch me, don’t you? You want to see how a real man handles his dick.”

I pressed my back harder against the door, but my eyes stayed glued to his hand moving over that massive cock. It was so thick, veins bulging along the shaft, the head dark and shiny.

Damn.

“I bet you’ve jerked off thinking about this cock so many times, imagining me bending you over and sliding every inch into that tight virgin ass.” He said, his voice dripping with filth. “You want daddy to ruin you, don’t you, stepson? Want me to fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days.”

He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, spreading the precum all over his length. The wet, slick sounds filled the room. His abs flexed with every stroke. His free hand moved down to cup and roll his heavy balls.

I could feel my own cock throbbing painfully inside my jeans and briefs. The front of my underwear was soaked with precum. My balls ached. Shame burned through me but my body refused to listen.

Adrian’s strokes grew a little firmer, still slow and deliberate. “That’s it. Keep watching. See how hard I am for you? This cock could stretch you so well. I will start slow, push the head past your tight ring, then feed you every thick inch until I’m balls deep. You will moan like a little slut for me, your ex-stepfather.”

He groaned softly, his head tilting back for a moment before his eyes returned to me. His hand sped up just a fraction, the rhythm hypnotic. Precum dripped steadily now, making his shaft glisten under the low lights.

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to fight the pressure building in my groin. It was too much. The sight of him, the dirty words, the memory of him swallowing that guy’s load earlier.

My cock twitched hard.

Adrian’s breathing grew heavier. His hand moved faster, pumping his thick cock with long, sensual strokes.

“Fuck, I’m getting close. Imagine this load shooting inside you instead. Or painting your face. You will look so pretty covered in my cum on your birthday.”

His muscles tensed. His thighs spread wider. The head of his cock swelled even more, turning a deep purple-red. He stroked faster now but still controlled, savoring it.

“Here it comes, Kai. Watch me cum for you.”

His body jerked. The first powerful spurt shot out in a long rope, landing across his abs and chest. Then another, thicker and stronger, followed by several more heavy pulses. Cum kept pumping out as he groaned deeply, his hand milking every drop.

Thick white streaks covered his skin, dripping down his abs toward his still-hard cock. He kept stroking slowly through the orgasm, drawing it out, his face twisted in raw pleasure.

At the exact same moment, my own cock exploded in my briefs. I came hard without even touching myself. Hot spurts flooded my underwear, soaking through the fabric. Cum ran down my inner thighs in sticky trails, seeping into my jeans.

My knees shook. The orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave of unwanted pleasure crashing through me.

Adrian’s eyes dropped to the wet spot spreading on my jeans and the cum dripping down my leg. He chuckled, still slowly stroking his softening cock.

“Look at that. My dirty little ex-stepson came in his pants just from watching me. Pathetic.” He groaned. “And so fucking hot.”

Tears burned in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I yanked the door open and ran.

I drove home like a madman, the cum cooling and sticking to my skin. The second I got inside, I went straight to the bathroom and stripped, throwing my ruined clothes aside. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on hot, breathing heavily as the spray hit my face.

I couldn’t tell Mom. Not after what Adrian said. There were no signs they were divorced. No separate rooms, no arguments, nothing. They still slept in the same bed. They still acted like a couple around me.

Was everything truly a lie?

Or was he messing with me?

My head spun as the water pounded down. My breathing turned shaky. The tears came back harder. My legs gave out and I started to fall.

A pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed me from behind, holding me up against a hard, naked chest.

I turned my head.

Adrian.

I shoved him away with all my strength and bolted out of the shower, grabbing a towel as I ran. Water and tears blurred my vision.

Adrian followed me calmly into the room. And fuck… he was completely naked, his cock half-hard again—even right now… at home?

Is he crazy?!

He smiled as his eyes dropped to my exposed cock. “Nice size by the way, Kai.”

His words pounded in my ears.

Bigger than I expected. Thick head, good length. Maybe 7 inches? You’re going to make me proud.”

I snarled.

“I came here to comfort you,” he said softly, but the smirk on his face said otherwise. “Seems you don’t need my help.”

He walked towards the door, picking up his own clothes on the floor.

“Beautiful man, beautiful sin.” He winked at me. “Sweet dream, ex-stepson. Cum all over your sheets for me.”

Immediately he was gone, I locked myself in my room and didn’t sleep the entire night. I tossed and turned, replaying everything. The images wouldn’t just leave my head.

The next morning, I heard a knock.

“Ash?”

That was my mother’s voice.

I rushed to open the door for her.

“Good morning, Mom.” I said, forcing a smile.

She smiled but looked concerned. “You look stressed, honey. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I lied. “Just studying for my upcoming exams. Lots to prepare for.”

She nodded and kissed my forehead. “I’m going on a day trip with my friends. I’ll be back tomorrow evening. Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Wait—” I started, my eyes wide. “You’re going on a trip?”

The thought of staying home alone with Adrian frightened me.

“Is there anything wrong, my love?” She asked, softly.

“Uh…” I fought hard to find the right words. “No… everything is fine.”

“Take care, baby,” she said, planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Mom, you didn’t wish me a happy birthday?” I said… more like questioning her.

Her expression dulled instantly.

“Hey,” I started. “That’s in the past now. Dad died on my birthday doesn’t mean I’ll stop living. I know you’re going on this trip to not remember him.”

She acted like I hadn’t just said anything. “Bye.”

As soon as she left the house and the front door closed, I shut my own room’s door too.

My body still felt heavy from no sleep. But I don’t care, I need to pack the necessary items that I would need and head over to May’s house. I’ll be much safer and comfortable with her than with Adrian.

I grabbed the bag and sprinted towards the door.

Flipping the door open, Adrian was standing right there in my doorway. I gulped hard as I stared at his wet hair. A drop of water fell on his chest and it traveled downward towards his—

I breathed heavily.

His hand was wrapped around his fully hard cock, stroking it slowly.

My gaze slowly went back up.

His face was already contorted with pleasure, eyes half-lidded as he looked straight at me.

“Why don’t we have our own private home trip?”