Ready And Wet For My Step daddy 1

Ready And Wet For My Stepdaddy 1

Lily’s Pov

It all started two years ago when my mother married Dean.

He was nothing like the men I’d grown up around. Tall, powerfully built, with broad shoulders and arms covered in intricate black tattoos that disappeared beneath his shirts. His voice was deep and commanding, the kind that made my stomach tighten every time he spoke. At first, I told myself it was just a harmless crush. He was my stepfather now Dean completely off-limits. Forbidden. But the more he settled into our lives, the more impossible it became to ignore the heat that pooled between my thighs whenever he was near.

I’d watch him from the hallway as he worked out in the garage, sweat sliding down his muscled chest and abs. I’d shiver when his strong hand rested on my lower back as he reached past me in the kitchen. At night, I’d lie in bed with my fingers between my legs, biting my pillow to stay quiet while imagining it was Dean touching me instead of Dean , his rough fingers, his hot mouth, his thick cock filling me up.

Guilt ate at me constantly. He was married to my mom. He was twice my age. But none of that stopped the aching need that grew stronger every single day.

Now Mom is gone again on one of her week-long business trips, leaving just Dean and me alone in this big, quiet house. For days I’ve been teasing him without mercy Dean wearing the shortest shorts I own, thin tank tops with no bra, bending over in front of him “accidentally.” I’ve seen the way his jaw clenches, the way his eyes darken with hunger before he looks away. I know he wants me too. I can feel it.

Tonight, I’m done fighting it.

I’m lying on my bed wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong, my nipples hard from the cool air and anticipation. My heart pounds as I slowly spread my thighs, already soaked. The wetness has been dripping down my folds for hours just thinking about him.

The door to my bedroom creaks open.

Dean stands in the doorway, fresh from the shower, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. Water droplets still cling to his tattooed chest and shoulders. His eyes lock onto me Dean legs open, barely covered, my fingers resting teasingly over the soaked fabric between my thighs Dean and his expression shifts from surprise to raw, burning lust.

“Lily…” His voice comes out rough, almost dangerous. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I bite my lip, sliding my thong to the side so he can see everything Dean how swollen, glistening, and dripping wet I am for him.

“I’m so wet for you, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “I’ve been dripping all day… thinking about your cock. I know it’s wrong. You’re my stepdad. But I can’t stop wanting you. I need you so badly.”

He steps inside the room and closes the door behind him, locking it with a soft click that sends a shiver through my body. His massive bulge is already straining hard against his sweatpants as he stares at my exposed pussy.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, little girl,” he growls, fists clenched at his sides like he’s fighting every instinct. “If I touch you… if I taste that pretty little pussy… there’s no going back. I won’t be able to stop.”

I spread my legs wider, showing him just how ready I am, my juices glistening on my inner thighs.

“Then don’t stop, Dean,” I breathe, using his name like a plea. “Please, Daddy… I’m yours. I’ve been yours for so long.”

The last of his control snaps.

Dean curses under his breath and stalks toward the bed like a predator. He climbs over me, his big hands gripping my thighs and pushing them even further apart. His breath is hot against my soaked core as he leans in, eyes locked on mine with dark possession.

“Such a naughty fucking girl,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust. “Look at how fucking wet your stepdaddy makes you.”

His tongue drags slowly up my slit in one long, firm stroke, tasting every drop of my arousal. I cry out, back arching sharply as pleasure explodes through me. He doesn’t hold back Dean licking, sucking, devouring my dripping pussy like a starving man. His tongue circles my swollen clit before plunging inside me, fucking me with deep, hungry strokes.

“Oh god, Daddy… yes!” I moan loudly, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him harder against me. I’m soaking his face, grinding shamelessly against his mouth as he eats me out with filthy, wet sounds that fill the room.

He pushes two thick fingers deep inside me, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot while his tongue flicks rapidly over my clit. My thighs start to shake, pleasure building fast and intense.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he groans against my pussy, the vibrations making me whimper. “So sweet and wet for your Daddy. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I’m right on the edge, trembling, dripping down his hand and chin.

“Don’t stop… please, I’m so closeDean”

He sucks my clit hard, fingers pumping faster, and I shatter.

My orgasm crashes over me like a wave. I cry out his name, thighs clamping around his head as I come hard, flooding his mouth with my release. He keeps licking and sucking through every pulse, drawing it out until I’m a shaking, breathless mess.

Dean finally pulls back, lips shiny with my juices, eyes burning with raw hunger. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks down at me like he owns me.

“This is only the beginning, Lily,” he says, voice dark and possessive as he hooks his fingers in my thong and slowly pulls it down my legs. “By the time your mother gets back, this tight little pussy is going to be ruined for anyone else but me.”

I whimper, still trembling, already aching for more.

“Yes, Daddy… Please. I’m ready.”