Daddy’s Little Pest Pt 3

~ Troy

I didn't get a single thing done today, all that clouded my mind was Lauren.

The moment she walked into that kitchen half dressed everything else stopped moving. I couldn’t hear the sound of the eggs or even remember the meetings I had been preparing for all week.

They blurred into white noise behind the image of her nipples pressing against that paper-thin, begging to be pinched, to be touched and sucked/

I groaned and leaned back in my office chair, dragging my hand down my face.

Fucking someone wouldn’t help, not when I knew the only image that’d get me off was my goddamn stepdaughter just saying my name like it was the filthiest thing in the world.

And fuck it was.

Which made it so much worse that I wanted to hear it again, over and over again.

My cock hardened again, straining against my pants.

Rosa, my assistant, peeked her head in. “Mr. Vance, your two thirty was moved to tomorrow. Do you want me to—“

“No,” I cut her off, sharper than I meant to. “Just hold all calls.”

“Okay sir.”

I dug my hand into my pocket and froze-

I pulled it out slowly, a black lace, barely enough fabric.

That fucking pest slipped her thing, the one from this morning into my pocket and I hadn’t even noticed.

I pull them to my nose before I can stop myself, my other hand undoes my belt and pulls my cock and jerks off hard as I hold them over my face.

I breathe in her scent as I stroke my cock even harder, I punish myself for letting her get the better of me.

It only takes seven strokes and seconds of breathing in her scent before I cum in my hands, thick streams of sperm run down my cock, lubing my hand as I continue to stroke.

Fuck. This girl is driving me fucking nuts.

I need to get my act together now.

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I was hard all day just thinking about the panties still in my pockets that I fumbled with my words during a private we had.

I purposely made sure to get home late, when I knew she’d be fast asleep.

I walk in the door, and the house is quiet. As I walk down the hall, I listen for sounds of Lauren praying to the heavens she’s anywhere but around.

I couldn’t handle another encounter with her.

I climb onto my bed and lie back, her pantries on my stomach. I see them there as. Grab my cock with both hands and start to stoke, I’m so hard it feels like I’m about to burst, I close my eyes and lay my head back.

I breathe in and out, I smell faint traces of Lauren’s pussy, thinking it’s just her panties but as I breathe deep and let the sweet smell fill my lungs I realize it’s stronger. I work my hands up and down my cock, with two hands and turn my head to the side.

As I turn my head I realize the scent is stronger . I sit up immediately, confused, planting my face into the pillow.

Shock tears ripple through me when I realize what she’s done.

She fucking rode that pillow until it smelt like her, did she cum on it?

Fucking hell.

She’s playing the long game teasing the wrong man and I’m done being gentle.

She wants me to smell her Pussy? To taste every drop that comes out of her little stubborn Pussy? She wants me cock deep in that fucking pussy? Then fine.

I grab the pillow and get out of bed stalking out of my room, stark naked and hard as steal, I’m so fucking horny that I don’t stop to think my actions through.

My cock points forward towards my belly button and hardly moves as I open the door to her room.

“Get up.” I growl as I turn the light on and jerk back the covers.

She opens her eyes slowly and then suddenly she’s wide awake and crawling back on the bed.

Oh now she’s scared? Too late, pretty princess.

“You don’t shy away from what you’ve caused, love.” I halt her movements with just my words tossing the pillow at her.

“You went into my room, came on my pillow and slipped your panties into my pocket.”

I look down at her, she’s bare chested with only white panties on.

“Spread your legs, Lauren,” I say, and climb to the bed.

“Troy, please. I didn't…”

“I'm not asking you, pest. Spread your fucking legs now.”

She swallows audibly and nods her head, slowly reaching down to pull her white panties with a shaky finger revealing her bare pussy.

Her legs are spread wide and I can see her opening, I squeeze my fist around the head if my cock and stroke it pretending it is her pussy.

“Youre already dripping for me, you knew I’d break soon right?”

“Yes,” she whiskers so softly I barely hear it over my own sounds.

How the fuck does she manage to wear innocence like a fucking brand but still pull stunts like riding my fucking pillow.

I stop jerking and stretch my hand out to her.

“Spit on it.” I growl, waiting for her to do it.

She leans forward and spits in my hand, dropplets spilling on her lower lip.

God her mouth would feel so good wrapped around my cock.

I put my hand back on my cock and look back at her exposed pussy, I jerk off hard and stare at her opening.

Fuck.

“I promise to fuck you so hard for the little trick this morning and for teasing me with your pussy over that pillow.”

I see her pussy start to clench at my words and her juices start to drip out and I realize she loves this as much as I do.

I spread her legs wider, slipping a hand down between us as I stroked my cock even harder.

Fuck I’m so close, I can’t cum on my hands. Not now, I need to be deep inside her pussy.

I stop myself from cumming, bending my head to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently fluttering my tongue around the taut peak.

Lauren was squirming now, her eyes pleading for me to fuck the shit out of her.

I lift one leg and sling it over my hip as I position myself at her warm pussy.

“I’m not even in yet and your pussy is about to swallow me whole,” I say huskily.

Holding her still I push myself in and pause, giving her a brief moment to get accustomed to my size.

A sharp bite hits my shoulder and I don't dare to move, I wanted to ask if she could take more but fuck it. She knew what she wanted and I'm giving it to her now.

I lift her hips, straightening my own body as I rub on her clit still moving slowly.

I withdraw just an inch and then pause again, Lauren’s hands grip my shoulder pushing me back into her.

“Please fuck me hard, daddy. Punish my pussy.”

That does it.

My hands circle around her neck as I plunge deeper into her pussy without the care in the world.

“This what you want? You want daddy’s cock right?”

“Fuck yes, I love your cock. Please don't stop.”

~ Lauren

“Needy little thing.”

“You want my cock? Then fucking get on top and ride it” he says coolly.

He pulls out of me, leaving me hungry.

“Get on my fucking cock already, Lauren,” Troy growls, his composure finally cracking as he wraps his arm around my back, lifting me effortlessly until I’m straddling him.

Chest heaving, I lick my lips and brace one hand on his shoulder while guiding him inside me with the other.

I clench my teeth, gripping his shoulder harder as I slowly work him into my sex, trying to take him deeper, sweat dripping down my spine.

“Fuck, you’re so big… so freaking biggg—” My head falls back on a low drawn-out moan as he keeps stretching me, filling me, pushing deeper than I thought possible.

“You’re doing good, baby girl. Taking me so well.” His voice is a husky drawl, thick with praise. “That’s it, love… yessss.” He grabs my hip tightly as I finally take him fully, our pelvises kissing.

And then he kisses me, deeply and hungrily. Like he hasn't kissed a woman in years. Like he’s been starving for me for years.

And I drink it all in greedily, moaning against his lips, stuffed so full with him I can feel him everywhere.

When he breaks the kiss, I’m gasping for air, but he doesn’t even give me a second to recover before he begins moving me on his cock.

My hands reach out blindly behind me, slapping against the edge of the desk for support as I ride him slowly, a tsunami of pleasure barreling through me.

His hands roam my body lazily, tracing every inch like he has all the time in the world. He cups my tits, using his thumb to play with my already oversensitive nipples, then slides down my belly, dipping into my navel seductively, thrusting in and out in the same rhythm as his cock.

I jolt, sucking in a sharp breath as his fingers circle over my clit, stoking my pleasure higher and higher with each precise stroke until I’m delirious, lost in sensation.

I grind down harder, trying to move faster on him—my climax is soooo close—but his hand clamps around my waist, holding me steady. I moan, long and desperate, pleasure mixing with frustration and a tiny bit of pain from how he’s drawing it out.

“Troy, please⁠—"

Then he presses down on my clit, and it’s like triggering a detonator. My head snaps back so violently, my neck protests as I explode, screaming his name while sweet tears stream down my cheeks.

Troy snarls against my skin, and his rhythm turns wild, his pace breaking from steady control into raw, erratic thrusts.

And somehow, knowing he’s about to climax sends another surge of pleasure soaring through me.

Then he’s cumming, his balls slapping against my ass as his cock pulses inside me.

His hot semen triggers aftershocks that ripple through me, and I convulse around him, our cries of pleasure mixing.

Finally spent, I collapse against his shoulder, my heart racing a mile a minute, body hot and slick with sweat.

With a blissful sigh, I place my palm on his chest, loving the way his heart matches the frantic state of mine.