Daddy doesn't stop

He smirks and goes out.

My legs felt weak at the moment. I could believe I just fucked my stepdad. I haven't had such amazing sex before. I smiled thinking about the way he touched me, the way he kissed me…sucked me…licked me…god! It felt like heaven. 

I covered myself with the blankets there and dozed off.

**

I woke up with a start, my body still aching in the most delicious and sinful ways. The morning light was already filtering through the curtains. Derek stood at the edge of the bed, fully dressed in a crisp black shirt and trousers, looking far too composed for a man who had just destroyed me a few hours ago.

“Wake up, princess,” he repeated, his voice low and commanding. 

“You have ten minutes to shower and come downstairs. Breakfast is ready.”

I pulled the blanket tighter around my naked body, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze. 

“Derek… last night—”

“Was exactly what you needed,” he cut in smoothly. His eyes darkened as they roamed over the blanket, as if he could see right through it. 

“And it won’t be the last time.”

He turned to leave but paused at the door. 

“Oh, and wear that little white sundress I like. No panties.”

Before I could protest, he was gone.

My heart was hammering as I dragged myself to the bathroom. Every step reminded me of how roughly he had taken me….my thighs were sore, my pussy still tender and slightly swollen. When I looked in the mirror, I saw faint red marks on my neck and breasts where he had sucked hard. I touched them gently, a shiver running down my spine.

What the hell am I doing? I thought as the hot water cascaded over me. He was my stepdad. 

This was wrong on so many levels. But God… the way he commanded my body, the way he made me call him “Daddy” while he fucked me senseless… I had never felt so wanted, so owned.

I slipped into the white sundress like he ordered. It barely reached mid-thigh and the thin fabric did nothing to hide how hard my nipples were. Going without panties made me feel exposed and strangely excited.

Downstairs, Derek was seated at the dining table, sipping coffee just like last night. Only this time, sunlight poured into the room. He looked up when I entered, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his face.

“Good girl,” he murmured approvingly. His eyes lingered between my legs for a second too long.

 “Come sit.”

I sat across from him, but he immediately pointed to the chair right beside him. 

“Here.”

I obeyed.

He pushed a plate of eggs, toast, and fruit toward me, but his hand soon disappeared under the table. His fingers brushed my bare thigh, sliding higher until they found my already-wet pussy.

“Derek…” I whispered, glancing nervously at the open kitchen.

“Shh. Eat your breakfast, princess.”

Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I gasped, gripping the edge of the table. 

He pumped them slowly, lazily, while casually drinking his coffee with his other hand, like he wasn’t finger-fucking his stepdaughter at the breakfast table.

“You’re still so fucking wet for me,” he said quietly, his thumb circling my clit. 

“Did you dream about Daddy’s cock while you slept?”

I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan. My hips started moving on their own, grinding against his hand.

Just as I was getting close, the sound of the front door unlocking made my blood run cold.

Derek didn’t stop. If anything, his fingers moved faster.

My eyes widened in panic. 

“Derek…someone’s here!”

He only smirked, curling his fingers against that spot inside me that made my toes curl.

The door opened.

And my mother walked in, suitcase in hand, looking exhausted from her business trip.

“I'm back home everyone”

Mom said, dragging her suitcase and walking towards us. Derek's finger slipped away instantly, his expression unreadable as he picked up his coffee. My face burned. I shoved a piece of toast in my mouth, but my hands were shaking.

“You're back early,” Derek said, standing to kiss her cheek. Casual and normal like he hadn't just had me trembling under the table two seconds ago.

“Mom” I said as I stood up to give her a hug.

“How are you sweetheart” she came towards me and hugged me.

“Thought I'd surprise you both. How are you enjoying your time with Derek? I know it's hard for you to easily trust someone but trust me he's actually a good person and I love the bond I see here. Breakfast together? Interesting”

Mom said, her eyes flicking between us.

My throat went dry. Derek set his coffee down.

“Your daughter made it,” he said smoothly, leaning back.

“Wanted to surprise me”

I forced a laugh that sounded fake even to me. 

“Yeah, thought I'd try”

“I'm super proud of you honey,” he said, giving me a kiss on my forehead.

“What's that on your neck?” Her fingers lifted towards the mark Derek left last night.

Panic slammed into me. Derek's stare pinned me from across the table.

“Curling iron,” I blurted. “I’m a mess this morning.”

Mom's fingers hesitated, then brushed my hair back instead.

“You've always been clumsy when you're nervous”. She looked at Derek.

“Take care of her for me?”

“Always,” Derek said, his voice was soft and possessive.

“I'm going to shower. I had a long flight.

I watched Mom disappear up the stairs, her footsteps fading toward the master bedroom. The second her door clicked shut, Derek’s hand was back under the table, sliding up my thigh like he owned every inch of me.

“Stay right there,” he murmured, voice low and rough. His fingers found my soaked pussy again, two thick digits pushing deep in one smooth thrust. I whimpered around the toast still in my mouth, my thighs clamping around his wrist instinctively.

“Derek… she’s right upstairs,” I breathed, panic and arousal twisting together in my stomach.

He curled his fingers against that perfect spot, stroking it mercilessly while his thumb pressed firm circles on my swollen clit. “And you’re dripping down my hand like a filthy little girl who doesn’t care. You like this, don’t you? Risking everything for Daddy’s fingers.”

I gripped the edge of the table, hips rocking shamelessly now, chasing the pleasure he was forcing on me. The sound of the shower starting upstairs made my heart hammer even harder. Mom was having her shower completely unaware that her husband was knuckle-deep in her daughter’s cunt at the breakfast table.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, voice shaking.

“Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving me empty and throbbing. I nearly cried out in frustration.

Derek stood, towering over me, and grabbed my chin, tilting my face up. His eyes were dark with lust.

“Go to the living room and bend over the couch. Ass up, sundress around your waist. Don’t make me wait.”

I should have said no. I should have run upstairs and pretended none of this was happening.

Instead, I obeyed.

My legs were trembling as I positioned myself exactly as he ordered….bent over the back of the couch, the short white sundress rucked up to my hips, my bare, glistening pussy exposed to the cool morning air. I could hear him moving behind me, the quiet clink of his belt buckle. My nipples ached against the thin fabric, and my clit throbbed painfully with need.

The shower was still running upstairs.

Derek stepped up behind me. I felt the thick, hot head of his cock nudge against my entrance, rubbing up and down my slick folds, teasing my clit until I was biting my arm to stay quiet.

“You’re going to take every inch while your mother showers,” he growled, gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “And you’re going to stay quiet like a good girl.”

He pushed inside me in one brutal thrust, stretching my still-sensitive pussy wide around his thick cock. I choked on a moan, my walls fluttering desperately around him. He didn’t give me time to adjust…just started fucking me with deep, punishing strokes, the wet sounds of our bodies obscene in the quiet house.

Every thrust shoved me harder against the couch. My tits bounced inside the sundress. I was so close already, trembling on the edge..

Then the shower shut off.

Derek’s pace didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked me harder, one hand snaking around to rub my clit furiously while the other clamped over my mouth.

“Better cum fast, princess,” he rasped against my ear, voice dripping with dark amusement. 

“Because she’ll be down any second… and I’m not pulling out until you milk Daddy’s cock.”