Wet And Ready For My Step daddy 2

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 2

Oh my god… I can’t believe this is really happening.

My body is still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. Dean’s mouth my stepfather’s mouth just made me come so hard I saw stars. My pussy is still pulsing, dripping wetter than ever, and instead of feeling guilty, all I feel is desperate need for more. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, touching myself in secret while imagining his hands, his tongue, his cock… and now he’s here, looking at me like he wants to devour me completely.

Dean slowly drags my soaked black thong down my legs and tosses it aside. His eyes never leave my glistening pussy as he kneels between my spread thighs. The bulge in his gray sweatpants looks even bigger now, straining painfully against the fabric.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust. “So fucking pretty and pink… dripping all over the sheets for your stepdaddy.”

I bite my lip, cheeks burning even as my hips lift toward him instinctively. This is so wrong. He’s married to Mom. He raised me these past two years. But I don’t care anymore. I need him inside me.

“Please, Daddy…” I whisper, my voice shaky. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Dean growls low in his throat and shoves his sweatpants down. His cock springs free thick, long, and rock-hard, the head already glistening with precum. It’s bigger than I imagined in all my late-night fantasies, veined and heavy as it slaps against his abs.

“Fuck, Lily,” he says, wrapping one big hand around the base and stroking slowly. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about this tight little pussy. How many nights I lay in bed next to your mother imagining burying myself balls-deep in my stepdaughter.”

His confession sends a fresh rush of wetness between my legs. I reach down and spread my folds for him, showing him everything.

“I’m ready, Daddy. I’m so wet… please fuck me.”

Dean leans over me, one hand bracing beside my head, the other guiding his thick cock to my entrance. He rubs the swollen head up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices, teasing my clit until I’m whimpering and squirming beneath him.

“You’re mine now,” he growls, eyes locked on mine with dark possession. “This pussy belongs to Daddy.”

Then he pushes forward.

I gasp sharply as the thick head stretches me open. He’s so big inch after inch sliding into my tight, soaked channel. The feeling is overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure that makes my toes curl.

“Fuck… so tight,” Dean groans, jaw clenched as he sinks deeper. “Your little pussy is gripping me so perfectly, baby girl.”

He bottoms out, his hips pressed flush against mine, every thick inch buried inside me. For a moment we just stay like that, breathing hard, foreheads almost touching. I can feel him throbbing deep in my belly.

He’s inside me. My stepdad is actually fucking me.

Then he starts to move.

Slow at first long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot. Each thrust makes wet, obscene sounds as my pussy creams around his cock. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his tattooed back.

“Harder, Daddy,” I moan, voice breaking. “Please… I can take it.”

Dean’s control snaps again. He grips my hips and starts pounding into me harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath us. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with my desperate moans.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, slamming into me. “Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl. This is what you’ve been teasing me for, isn’t it? Walking around in those tiny shorts, getting my dick hard every fucking day.”

“Yes!” I cry out, my breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust. “I’m sorry, Daddy… I couldn’t help it. I needed you so bad.”

He leans down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while he fucks me even deeper. The dual sensation pushes me toward the edge again so fast it’s dizzying.

“You’re going to come on my cock, Lily,” he commands against my skin. “I want to feel this pussy squeezing me when you fall apart.”

His words, the filthy way he’s claiming me, the way his thick cock stretches and fills me completely it’s too much. My second orgasm crashes over me even harder than the first. I scream his name, back arching off the bed as my walls clamp down around him, pulsing and gushing.

Dean doesn’t stop. He fucks me straight through it, growling praises and dirty words into my ear.

“Good girl… such a good little slut for Daddy… soaking my cock so fucking well.”

He suddenly pulls out, flips me over onto my stomach, and yanks my hips up so I’m on all fours. Before I can catch my breath, he slams back inside me from behind, even deeper in this position.

“Oh god, Dean Daddy!” I moan into the pillow, pushing back against him.

He grips my ass with both hands, spreading me open as he rails me hard. I can feel another orgasm building already, my whole body shaking.

“I’m not pulling out, baby,” he warns, voice strained. “Daddy’s going to fill this tight pussy up. You’re going to take every drop.”

“Yes, please!” I beg, completely lost in the pleasure. “Fill me, Daddy… Breed me.”

With a deep, guttural groan, Dean buries himself to the hilt and comes hard. I feel the hot rush of his cum flooding deep inside me, pulse after pulse, as he keeps thrusting through his release. The feeling pushes me over the edge one more time, my pussy milking every last drop from him.

We collapse together onto the bed, sweaty and breathless, his cock still buried inside me as we come down from the high.

Dean presses a surprisingly soft kiss to my shoulder, his arms wrapping around me possessively.

“This was just the beginning, Lily,” he murmurs against my skin. “We have the whole week… and I’m nowhere near done with you.”

I smile, still feeling him twitch inside me, already wondering how much wetter and filthier things are going to get.