Tempting stepdaddy

I woke up the next morning with Thorne’s dried cum still crusted on my inner thighs. My pussy felt deliciously sore from the pounding he’d given me on the kitchen counter. He’d tried to run away last night, acting all conflicted and guilty, but I knew better. I’d felt how hard he came inside me. How desperately he’d fucked his stepdaughter like he’d been starving for it.

Time to break him completely.

I showered quickly, then dressed with purpose. A tiny pink tank top with no bra, my full tits bounced freely with every step, nipples already stiff. Tiny white shorts that rode up my ass like panties, the kind that showed the bottom curve of my cheeks. No underwear. My long hair loose and wavy, a little gloss on my lips.

Down in the kitchen, I made “breakfast” arranging it neatly on a tray. My heart raced with excitement as I carried it upstairs to his home office. The door was slightly ajar. I could hear him typing, probably trying to bury himself in work to forget what happened.

I knocked softly and pushed inside without waiting. “Morning, Daddy. I brought you breakfast.”

Thorne looked up from his desk and froze. His eyes dragged slowly over my body, lingering on my hard nipples poking through the thin tank top and the way my shorts barely covered anything. His jaw tightened. “Alicia… we need to talk about last night.”

I smiled sweetly and closed the door behind me, locking it with a soft click. “We can talk. After breakfast.” I set the tray on the edge of his desk and sauntered around to his side, swaying my hips. Before he could protest, I slid onto his lap, straddling him in his big leather office chair. My barely covered pussy pressed right against the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hands instinctively gripping my waist. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“That’s the plan,” I whispered, grinding slowly against him. I could feel his cock thickening rapidly beneath me. I leaned in, brushing my tits against his chest as I kissed along his jaw. “You fucked me so good last night, Daddy. I’ve been dripping your cum all morning. Don’t you want more of this tight little pussy?”

He tried to resist for about ten seconds. His hands flexed on my hips like he might lift me off, but instead they slid down to squeeze my ass. “This is so fucking wrong,” he muttered, voice already husky. “You’re my stepdaughter…”

“And I’m dripping for my stepdaddy’s big cock,” I replied, reaching between us to tug his sweatpants down. His massive dick sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking precum. I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly. “Look how hard you are for me again. You want this just as bad.”

Thorne cursed under his breath, then yanked my tank top up, exposing my tits. His mouth attacked them hungrily, sucking, biting, licking my sensitive nipples while I moaned and rocked against his shaft. I pushed my shorts to the side and rubbed my soaked pussy along his length, coating him in my juices.

“Ride me,” he finally growled, giving in completely. “Show me how bad you want it, you little brat.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Rising up on my knees, I lined up his fat cockhead with my entrance and sank down slowly, savoring every thick inch stretching me open. “Oh my god… so big,” I whimpered, my walls fluttering around him. When I bottomed out, my ass resting on his thighs, we both moaned.

I started riding him hard in the chair, my tits bouncing in his face as I gripped his shoulders for leverage. The chair creaked beneath us with every downward slam. Thorne’s hands were everywhere, groping my ass, slapping it lightly, pinching my nipples. “That’s it, baby. Fuck your stepdad’s cock. Such a greedy little slut.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, bouncing faster. The angle hit my G spot perfectly, and I was already close. My juices ran down his shaft, soaking his balls. He thrust up to meet me, driving deeper, his grip on my hips.

I came first, hard, my pussy clamping down around him as waves of pleasure ripped through me. “Fuck, Daddy. I’m cumming!”

He didn’t let me slow down. With a primal growl, he stood up, still buried inside me, and swept everything off his desk in one violent motion. He bent me over the desk, face down, ass up, and slammed back into me from behind.

The new angle was brutal. His huge cock pounded me relentlessly, balls slapping my clit with every thrust. “This pussy is mine now,” he snarled, one hand fisting my hair while the other smacked my ass. “I tried to fight it, but I can’t stop thinking about you. How tight you are. How wet you get for me.”

I moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Then don’t stop. Fuck me whenever you want. I’m yours, Daddy.”

Thorne’s pace turned feral. He reached around to rub my clit, forcing another orgasm out of me. As I clenched and screamed, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. So much it overflowed, dripping down my thighs onto the office floor.

We stayed like that for a moment, panting, his cock still twitching inside me. Finally, he pulled out and turned me around, kissing me deeply.

“I’m obsessed,” he confessed against my lips, voice rough. “I’ve wanted you for so long. This is dangerous… but I can’t give you up. Not now.”

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go either. Mom will never know. This is our secret.”

We spent the rest of the morning cleaning up the desk… only to fuck again on it twenty minutes later. The affair had officially begun.