Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 3

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 3

I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and for a moment I wondered if last night had been another one of my filthy dreams. But then I felt it — the deep ache between my thighs, the stickiness of Dean’s cum still leaking from my well-fucked pussy, and the faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had gripped me so possessively.

He really did it. My stepdad fucked me senseless… and I loved every second of it.

A soft smile played on my lips as I stretched, completely naked under the sheets. The house smelled like coffee and something sweet. I slipped on one of Dean’s oversized t-shirts — the hem barely covering my ass — and nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard again just thinking about him.

I padded barefoot down the stairs toward the kitchen, my pussy tingling with every step.

Dean was standing at the stove, shirtless in a pair of low-hanging black sweatpants, his tattooed back flexing as he flipped pancakes. The sight of him made my mouth water. He looked so domestic… and so fucking sexy.

“Morning, Daddy,” I purred, walking up behind him and sliding my arms around his waist. I pressed my body against his back, letting him feel that I wasn’t wearing anything under his shirt.

Dean tensed for a second, then let out a low, rumbling chuckle. He turned off the stove and turned around, his hands immediately sliding down to cup my bare ass under the shirt.

“Morning, baby girl,” he growled, voice still rough from sleep and last night’s activities. He lifted me effortlessly onto the kitchen island, spreading my thighs so he could step between them. “You sleep okay after I filled you up?”

I bit my lip and nodded, cheeks flushing. God, the way he says things like that…

“I’m still leaking your cum,” I whispered, guiding one of his hands between my legs. His fingers found my slick, swollen pussy instantly and stroked me slowly, spreading our mixed juices.

“Fuck, Lily… you’re already soaked again.” He leaned in and kissed me deeply, tongue claiming my mouth while two thick fingers pushed inside me. I moaned into the kiss, rocking against his hand.

Breakfast was completely forgotten.

Dean broke the kiss and dropped to his knees right there in the kitchen. He pushed my thighs wider apart and buried his face between them, licking and sucking my pussy with the same hungry intensity as last night. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me echoed off the tiles.

“Oh shit— Daddy!” I gasped, gripping the edge of the island. “Your tongue feels so good…”

He groaned against my clit, the vibration making my toes curl. “Best fucking breakfast I’ve ever had,” he murmured before sucking my swollen clit into his mouth. His fingers curled inside me, stroking that perfect spot while he ate me like a man starved.

I came hard and fast, thighs shaking around his head, moaning his name as fresh wetness flooded his tongue. He licked up every drop, then stood up, his chin shiny with my juices.

He pulled his cock out — already rock hard and throbbing — and rubbed the thick head up and down my dripping slit.

“You want Daddy’s cock again, don’t you?” he teased, tapping it against my clit.

“Yes, please,” I begged, spreading myself open for him. “Fuck me right here on the counter, Daddy. I need it.”

Dean didn’t make me wait. He thrust into me in one smooth, deep stroke, burying himself balls-deep. We both moaned at the feeling. He started fucking me with long, powerful strokes, the sound of my wetness mixing with the slap of his hips against my ass.

“Look at you,” he groaned, watching his cock disappear inside me. “Such a greedy little stepdaughter… taking Daddy’s cock for breakfast like a good girl.”

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Daddy. I want to feel you all day.”

He gripped my hips and gave me exactly what I asked for — pounding into me harder, faster, the kitchen island creaking beneath us. One hand slipped under the shirt to pinch my nipple while the other rubbed my clit.

I came again, screaming, my pussy clenching and milking his cock.

“Fuck, baby… I’m gonna fill you up again,” he growled.

“Yes! Cum inside me, Daddy. Please—”

With a deep, animalistic groan, Dean slammed into me one last time and erupted. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my pussy, so much that it started leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting through his orgasm.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against mine.

Dean kissed me softly, then smirked. “Pancakes are probably cold now.”

I laughed breathlessly and clenched around him. “Worth it.”

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from my pussy onto the counter with dark satisfaction.

“Clean yourself up a little, baby girl,” he said, helping me down. “But leave some of Daddy’s cum inside you. I want you walking around all day feeling exactly who you belong to.”

I shivered with fresh arousal.

“Yes, Daddy.”