Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 4

Ready And Wet For My Stepdaddy 4

Walking around with Daddy’s cum still leaking out of me feels so filthy… and I love it.

After breakfast, I spent the rest of the morning doing normal things — or at least pretending to. I cleaned the kitchen while wearing nothing but Dean’s t-shirt, feeling his warm load slowly dripping down my inner thighs with every step. Every time I bent over, I made sure he got a view of my bare, creamy pussy. He watched me like a predator the entire time, his cock half-hard in his sweatpants.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl,” he warned at one point, cornering me against the counter and sliding two fingers deep inside me just to feel how messy I still was. “Keeping Daddy’s cum inside this greedy little cunt all day.”

By afternoon, the tension was unbearable. I was constantly wet, aching, and throbbing. Dean had gone to his home office to “get some work done,” but I knew he was just as distracted as I was.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I knocked softly on his office door and stepped inside without waiting. He was sitting at his desk, shirtless, staring at his laptop. The second he saw me, his eyes darkened.

“Lily…”

I didn’t say a word. I just walked over, turned around, and bent over his desk, pulling the t-shirt up over my ass. His cum had dried on my thighs, but fresh wetness was already coating my folds again.

“I’ve been so good, Daddy,” I whispered, looking back at him over my shoulder. “I kept every drop inside me like you told me to. But I’m getting wetter and wetter… I need more.”

Dean pushed his chair back and stood up. I heard his belt and zipper, then felt the thick, heavy weight of his cock slapping against my ass.

“Such a needy little slut for your stepdad,” he growled, rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slick pussy. “You’ve been teasing me all fucking day. Now you’re going to take what you’ve earned.”

He thrust into me in one hard stroke, burying himself completely. I moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the desk as he started fucking me right there in his office — deep, powerful strokes that made the desk shake.

“Fuck, you’re still so full of my cum from this morning,” he groaned, the wet, squelching sounds obscene in the quiet room. “I can feel it coating my cock, baby. You’re such a dirty girl.”

“Yes, Daddy… I’m your dirty girl,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “Harder. Use me.”

He gripped my hips and pounded into me relentlessly, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. The combination of his thick cock stretching me and his skilled fingers had me coming within minutes, moaning his name as my pussy clenched and gushed around him.

But Dean wasn’t finished.

He pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the desk. Papers scattered everywhere as he spread my legs wide and slammed back inside me, face to face this time. His mouth claimed mine in a filthy kiss while he fucked me senseless.

“I’m going to fill you up again,” he rasped against my lips. “By the time your mother comes home, this pussy is going to be ruined and overflowing with Daddy’s cum every single day.”

The thought pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, screaming, my nails digging into his shoulders. Dean followed right after, groaning deeply as he pumped rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside me.

We stayed locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside my overflowing pussy.

“Shower with me,” he murmured, kissing my neck softly. “Then I’m taking you to the couch… and then maybe the backyard. We’ve got hours before dinner, baby girl. I’m nowhere near done breeding this tight little cunt.”

I smiled, clenching around him.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready and wet for whatever you want.”