LOGINHe did it again. And again. Light, deliberate slaps right on my dripping pussy, each one making wet, filthy sounds and sending jolts of overwhelming pleasure through my clit.“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, spanking my pussy once more before rubbing his palm over my soaked folds. “Getting your cunt spanked by Daddy while you’re bent over like a whore.”“Yes— fuck— I love it,” I sobbed, pushing back against his hand. “Spank my pussy harder, Victor— please—”He gave me exactly what I begged for — several more firm, wet slaps on my pussy that left me shaking and dripping even more. My ass was burning, my pussy throbbing and swollen, and I was so close to coming again just from the humiliation and pleasure of it.Victor finally stopped. I heard the rustle of fabric as he shoved his lounge pants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang free and slapped against my ass.Then, without any warning, without teasing, without asking — he lined up the thick, blunt head of his cock against my ent
Then he stopped teasing.Victor buried his face between my thighs like a starving man. His tongue licked broad, hungry strokes through my folds, circling my clit before dipping down to push inside me. He devoured me with filthy, obscene sounds — loud, wet slurping as he sucked on my swollen lips, flicked my clit rapidly, then sealed his mouth around it and sucked hard.I cried out, one hand gripping his silver-threaded hair, the other bracing on the island behind me. My thighs trembled around his head.“Victor— fuck— that feels so good,” I moaned, hips rolling against his face. “Your tongue… oh god, don’t stop—”He growled and doubled down. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, stretching me open as his mouth focused relentlessly on my clit. He curled those fingers perfectly, stroking that sensitive spot on my front wall while sucking my clit in rhythmic pulses.The pleasure hit me like a tidal wave.My first orgasm crashed through me without mercy. I screamed, thighs cl
I folded the shirt neatly and left it on the bed. Instead, I tightened the towel just enough that it wouldn’t fall immediately, took a deep, steadying breath, and walked barefoot back toward the open living area.Victor was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a fresh glass of whiskey. He’d changed into a simple black t-shirt that stretched deliciously across his powerful back and shoulders, the fabric clinging to the hard lines of muscle beneath. The city lights sparkled behind him like a glittering backdrop.The moment he heard my footsteps, he turned.His grey eyes locked onto me and darkened instantly — pupils blowing wide with raw hunger. His gaze dragged slowly down my body: from my damp hair, across my barely-covered breasts, down my bare legs, then back up again. I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard. His free hand flexed at his side.“Riley,” he said, his voice noticeably rougher, deeper. “I left a shirt for you on the b
The rain was merciless, slamming down in heavy sheets that soaked straight through my thin hoodie and leggings. I stood shivering under the tiny awning of my apartment building, arms wrapped around myself, phone pressed to my ear with freezing fingers. My keys were sitting mockingly on the kitchen counter inside. Jake, my boyfriend, was three states away on a work trip until Sunday. The building super wasn’t answering, and every friend I’d texted was either asleep or too far away to help at this hour.I had one last option. One extremely dangerous, extremely tempting option.Victor Hale — my boyfriend’s father.I hesitated for several long seconds, thumb hovering over his name, before finally pressing call. My heart hammered as it rang.“Riley?” His deep, velvety voice came through the line immediately, calm and concerned even at 1:17 a.m. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”Just hearing him say sweetheart in that low rumble sent an unwanted flutter through my stomach. Victor had always had t
The next day passed in a delicious, filthy haze. Nikolai and I barely left his room. We fucked on his bed, in his shower, against his desk, and even quick and dirty on the couch downstairs while we pretended to watch a movie. Every time he filled me up, he’d push his cum back inside me with his fingers and tell me to keep it there like a good little sister.By evening, Mom and Dad still weren’t back, and Nikolai had a scheduled ranked stream at 9 p.m.I spent an hour getting ready in my room, heart racing with wicked excitement. I wanted to push him further. I wanted to break him on camera again.I dressed in the sexiest schoolgirl outfit I owned — a tiny white cropped blouse that tied under my tits, leaving my stomach bare, and a pleated plaid skirt so short it barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties. Thigh-high white stockings with little bows, and my hair in high pigtails with pink ribbons. I looked like the ultimate forbidden fantasy — the naughty stepsister playing innocent.Wh
Nikolai carried me across the room like I weighed nothing, his thick cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. Every step made his shaft shift inside me, pushing more of his load out to drip down my thighs and onto the hardwood floor. I clung to his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist, moaning softly with every movement.He dropped me onto his bed on my back, following me down without ever pulling out. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled between my spread thighs, grey eyes burning down at me with raw hunger.“You really planned this, didn’t you?” he growled, slowly rolling his hips, fucking his cum deeper into me. “Coming into my room dressed like a little slut, no panties, dripping for your stepbrother while I was live on stream.”I bit my lip and nodded, arching my back to take him even deeper. “Yes… I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long, Nikolai. Every night I hear you gaming through the wall and I touch myself wishing it was your cock instead of my fi







