Sinful Stepover part v

Sophia POV

We froze.

Mr. Luke’s cock was still buried balls-deep inside me, thick and throbbing. His hot cum from earlier mixed with fresh wetness as my pussy clenched around him in pure terror. We were bent over the dining table, my breasts pressed against the cool wood, his hips flush against my ass.

Footsteps.

Soft, sleepy footsteps coming down the stairs.

Stacy was awake.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might explode. Panic flooded every inch of my body. If she walked into the living room right now, she would see everything — her father’s thick cock buried deep in her best friend’s cum-filled pussy, my legs spread wide on their dining table, the smell of sex thick in the air.

Mr. Luke didn’t pull out.

Instead, he stayed perfectly still for a second, then slowly rolled his hips, thrusting into me with shallow, careful movements. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying desperately not to make a sound.

“Shhh,” he whispered hotly in my ear, his voice rough and strained. “Don’t make a sound, baby. Stay quiet for me.”

Stacy reached the bottom of the stairs. Her footsteps moved toward the living room.

Mr. Luke kept fucking me. Quiet but deep. His thick cock slid in and out of my soaked, cum-filled pussy in slow, deliberate strokes. The danger made every sensation a thousand times stronger. I was terrified, but I had never been more turned on in my life. My pussy fluttered and clenched around him uncontrollably.

“Where is Sophia?” Stacy muttered to herself, her voice clear in the quiet house. “Did she not come to the bedroom? Or did she leave already?”

She was standing right at the entrance of the sitting room, looking around.

Mr. Luke didn’t stop. He thrust a little deeper, grinding his hips against my ass. I whimpered against his hand as he covered my mouth. His cock throbbed inside me. He fucked me slowly, his thick length dragging against that perfect spot with every movement.

Stacy took a few steps closer. “Sophia? Are you down here?”

My eyes widened in panic. Mr. Luke’s hand tightened on my hip. He rolled his hips again, fucking me in shallow, controlled thrusts while his daughter stood just a few steps away. The risk was insane. His daughter was literally right there, and his cock was buried deep inside me.

The fear mixed with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell which was stronger. My pussy fluttered and clenched around him uncontrollably. I was so close again.

Stacy stood there for what felt like an eternity, looking around the living room. “Weird… I thought she was sleeping in my room.”

Mr. Luke kept thrusting. Slow. Deep. Teasing. His free hand slid between my legs and rubbed my clit in perfect circles. I was shaking. My legs trembled. I was so close to cumming again while Stacy was searching for me.

Finally, Stacy sighed. “Maybe she went to the bathroom or something. Or maybe she left early. Whatever.”

She turned and walked back upstairs. We heard her bedroom door close.

The moment the door clicked shut, Mr. Luke lost all control.

He pulled out, sat on the couch, and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him immediately, facing him in cowgirl position. I sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion, taking every inch.

“Ride me,” he growled.

I started moving. Slow at first, then faster. I rolled my hips, grinding my clit against him with every downward stroke. My hands gripped his shoulders as I bounced on his cock. The wet sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his shaft filled the room.

Mr. Luke gripped my ass, helping me ride him harder. His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard while I fucked him.

“Fuck, Sophia,” he groaned. “Look at you riding your best friend’s father’s cock while she sleeps upstairs.”

I rode him faster, my breasts bouncing in his face. The angle was perfect. Every time I slammed down, his thick cock hit deep inside me. I was moaning softly, lost in the feeling.

He suddenly thrust up hard to meet me. The slap of skin on skin grew louder. I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest as I rode him desperately.

The pleasure built fast. I was so close again.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his hands squeezing my ass. “Cum all over my cock while my daughter is right upstairs.”

I exploded. My pussy clenched hard around him as the orgasm ripped through me. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my moan, my whole body shaking.

Mr. Luke groaned loudly and thrust up into me one last time. He came hard, pumping another thick load deep inside me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, my body still straddling him, his cock still inside me.

The night was ending.

But the addiction had only just begun.