Stepdaddy's Cam Girl Part 3

I parted my lips. He didn’t shove in right away. Instead, he rubbed the swollen head across my tongue, painting it with his taste—salty, masculine, addictive. I moaned around the thick head, eyes fluttering up to meet his. He stared down at me like I was the only thing in the world.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and commanding. “Taste what you do to your stepdad. Suck it nice and slow, baby. Show Daddy how you practice on those toys for all those strangers.”

I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, inch by inch, until the head nudged the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I didn’t pull back. I wanted this. I needed to feel him lose control because of me. I bobbed my head, tongue swirling around the thick vein underneath, savoring every ridge and pulse. Saliva dripped down my chin and onto my tits, making the sheer baby-doll cling even more obscenely.

Damien’s hand tightened in my hair, guiding but not forcing—yet. “Fuck, Riley… look at you. My perfect little stepdaughter on her knees with my cock stretching those pretty lips. You’ve been teasing me for years, haven’t you? Walking around in those tiny sleep shorts, bending over to pick things up just to make my dick twitch.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. He started thrusting shallowly, fucking my face with controlled strokes. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper, gagging softly when he hit the back. The sound was filthy—wet slurps, soft choking noises, my own desperate whimpers. Tears pricked my eyes and spilled over, but I kept sucking, hollowing my cheeks harder, swirling my tongue around the head every time he pulled back.

“Good girl,” he groaned, eyes dark with lust. “Take every inch. That’s it—gag on Daddy’s cock like the greedy whore you are on camera. All those men jerking off to you, and this mouth was always meant for me.”

He held my head steady and pushed deeper, fucking my throat in earnest now. I breathed through my nose, spit running in messy strings down my chin and onto the rug. My pussy throbbed painfully, clenching around nothing, dripping onto the floor. I reached between my legs without thinking, rubbing my swollen clit in tight circles while he used my mouth.

Damien noticed and chuckled darkly. “Touching yourself already? Such a needy little slut. Don’t stop. Come while you choke on me.”

The combination—his thick cock sliding in and out of my throat, the taste of him, the taboo words—pushed me over the edge. I came hard, moaning around his length, thighs shaking. He groaned at the vibration and pulled out suddenly, breathing ragged, cock shiny with my spit and throbbing.

“Up,” he said, voice strained. “Bend over the couch. Ass up.”

I scrambled to obey, draping myself over the wide arm of the leather sofa, ass presented high, legs spread wide. The position left me completely exposed—pussy glistening, asshole winking in the cool air, his spit still dripping from my chin onto the cushions.

Damien stepped behind me. His palm smoothed over my ass cheek, then cracked down in a sharp spank that made me yelp.

“You’ve been teasing me for years, Riley,” he growled, spanking the other cheek harder. The sting bloomed into heat that went straight to my clit. “Calling me Daddy like it was innocent. Making me jerk off in my office every night to your videos while your mother slept down the hall.”

Another spank. Then another. My ass burned deliciously. I pushed back, whimpering, “Please, Daddy… I need you.”

He rubbed the blunt head of his cock up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my juices, teasing my clit until I was sobbing and grinding back against him.

“Beg for it,” he said, voice dark.

“Please, Daddy,” I gasped, voice breaking. “Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I’ve wanted it so bad for so long—please stretch your stepdaughter’s tight little pussy—”

He thrust in with one long, powerful stroke.

The stretch burned in the most delicious way. I cried out, fingers clawing at the leather as he buried himself to the hilt. He was so deep I felt him in my stomach, so thick I could barely breathe around the fullness. My walls fluttered and clenched around him, trying to adjust.

Damien groaned, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Fuck, baby. So tight. So fucking perfect. This pussy was made for Daddy. Feel how you’re squeezing me? Greedy little cunt doesn’t want to let go.”

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back slowly, letting me feel every inch sliding out, then slammed in again, setting a brutal rhythm that had the couch creaking beneath us. Every thrust punched a moan out of me. Skin slapped against skin—loud, wet, obscene. My tits bounced inside the baby-doll, nipples rubbing against the leather. I was lost, pushing back to meet every thrust, babbling nonsense.

“Harder—Daddy—please—fuck me like you own me—”

He reached around and found my clit, rubbing tight, firm circles while he pounded into me. “You like that? Like getting railed by the man who’s supposed to protect you? Like knowing your stepdad is balls-deep in the same pussy he used to tuck into bed?”

I screamed, the words sending me spiraling. My second orgasm hit like a freight train, pussy clamping down around his thick cock, gushing around him. My legs shook so hard I would have collapsed if he wasn’t holding me up.

Damien fucked me through it, pace never slowing. He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He slammed back in, even deeper now, the new angle making me see stars.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he growled, eyes locked on mine. “Watch your stepdad ruin this pretty pussy.”

He drove into me relentlessly, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my tits. I came again, screaming his name—“Daddy!”—walls milking him. Only then did he let go. He buried himself as deep as he could and roared, flooding me with hot, thick spurts. I felt every pulse, every jet marking me from the inside, filling me until it leaked out around his cock.

We stayed locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside me.

Finally, he pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the loss, feeling his cum start to leak down my thighs in messy rivers.

Damien turned me around gently, cupped my face, and kissed me again—this time softer, almost tender.

“Beautiful girl,” he whispered against my lips. “We’re just getting started.”

He scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing and carried me toward the stairs.

He kicked open the door to the master bedroom—the one he shared with my mom—and laid me down gently on the massive king bed. The silk sheets were cool against my overheated, cum-slick skin. Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver stripes across his face as he stood at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate fingers.

I watched, mesmerized, as each button revealed more of him: the hard planes of his chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down to his abs, the defined ridges of muscle earned from years of disciplined early-morning workouts, the sharp V-lines disappearing into his unbuckled slacks. At forty-eight, Damien looked better than most men half his age—powerful, experienced, dangerously tempting. My mouth went dry even as fresh wetness leaked from my used pussy onto the sheets.

He shrugged the shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Then he crawled onto the bed like a predator, knees bracketing my hips, caging me in completely.

“Still with me, baby?” he asked, voice low and rough. His hand brushed a strand of auburn hair from my sticky forehead, surprisingly tender.

I nodded, biting my lip. “I… I shouldn’t want you thi much. You’re my stepdad.”

“But you do.” It wasn’t a question. His fingers trailed down my neck, between my breasts, circling one stiff nipple through the sheer baby-doll until I shivered. “Tell me how long you’ve been touching yourself thinking about me, Riley. Be honest.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. I looked away, but he caught my chin and turned my face back to his, eyes intense.

“Since I was eighteen,” I whispered, voice trembling. “The first time I saw you coming out of the shower with just a towel low on your hips… I locked myself in my room, fingered myself raw, and came so hard I had to bite my pillow so Mom wouldn’t hear me moaning your name.”