On my Step Daddy Cock pt.3

The next morning, I stirred awake far too late, the sun already streaming through the curtains like a golden invitation to sin. It was well past nine, and the memories of our reckless night flooded back—Daddy's thick cock stretching me wide, his hands pinning me down as he claimed every inch of my body. My cheeks burned with a deep blush as I rushed through a quick bath, the hot water doing little to wash away the ache between my thighs. I brushed my teeth, threw on a thin tank top and shorts, and hurried downstairs to the living room, the air thick with the aroma of fresh coffee.

Step-Daddy stood by the kitchen counter, his broad back to me, brewing a pot with those strong hands that had gripped my hips so fiercely just hours ago. The sight of him made my pussy clench involuntarily, heat pooling low in my belly. He turned, his eyes darkening with that familiar hunger as they raked over me.

“You’re finally up, princess... won’t you greet your Daddy properly?” His voice was raw, gravelly from the night’s passions, laced with command as he stalked toward me. Before I could respond, his palm cracked against my ass, the sharp slap sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core. I bit my lip, sucking it between my teeth, then leaned in to press a soft, teasing kiss to his mouth, tasting the faint salt of his skin.

“Here, baby girl,” he murmured, handing me a steaming cup of coffee, his fingers brushing mine deliberately, sparking electricity up my arm.

I sipped it slowly, savoring the bitter warmth, when suddenly he was behind me, his massive frame enveloping mine. His lips found the nape of my neck, kissing hot and wet, then his teeth grazed my skin, nipping just hard enough to make me gasp. A low moan escaped my throat as his hands slid up my sides, hooking under my tank top and yanking it off in one fluid motion, exposing my full, heaving breasts to the cool morning air. My nipples hardened instantly, begging for his touch.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear, eyes blazing with raw lust and possessive desire. “Daddy’s little slut is the most perfect, gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen—those perky tits, that tight little body made for me to ruin.” His praise washed over me like liquid fire, making my skin flush and my pussy drip with need.

“I... Mom’s coming back soon,” I whispered, half-hearted protest trembling on my lips, even as my body arched back into him.

“Don’t you dare think about her,” he shushed me firmly, his voice a velvet command as he plucked the coffee cup from my hand and set it down on the table with a clink. “This is our dirty little secret, baby. Just you and me, fucking like animals whenever we want. No one else gets to touch what’s mine.” As he spoke, his mouth descended on my nipple, capturing the stiff peak between his lips. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out. Waves of pleasure shot through me, my hands fisting in his hair as he devoured me.

He lavished my breasts with every filthy type of attention, switching to the other nipple and sucking it deep into his mouth, pulling back with a wet pop before latching on again, his hands kneading the soft flesh like he owned it—which he did. “Such perfect tits for Daddy to worship,” he praised between sucks, his voice muffled against my skin. “Look at how they bounce for me, so full and eager.” He trailed lower, dropping to his knees as he kissed down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel. He sucked on the sensitive dip, swirling and nibbling, making me squirm and whimper, my core throbbing with anticipation.

But he wasn’t done. With a wicked grin, he shoved my shorts and panties down my legs, leaving me bare and exposed in the middle of the living room. I stepped out of them eagerly, my body humming with need. He spread my thighs wide, his strong hands gripping my ass as he buried his face between my legs. His mouth latched onto my pussy, tongue plunging into my slick folds without mercy. He sucked my clit hard, flicking it with precise, teasing strokes, then lapped at my entrance, drinking in my juices like a man starved. “Fuck, your pussy tastes like heaven, baby—so sweet and wet for Daddy,” he groaned against me, the vibrations sending shocks through my body. He alternated between deep sucks on my swollen lips and gentle nibbles on my inner thighs, building me higher until I was grinding against his face, moans echoing off the walls.

We stripped each other bare then, clothes scattering across the living room floor like evidence of our forbidden lust. His shirt hit the couch, pants pooling at his ankles, revealing his massive cock—thick, veined, and rock-hard, curving up toward his chiseled abs. I couldn’t help but stare, my mouth watering.

“Fuck, Daddy... you’re so big,” I breathed, reaching out to wrap my hand around his girth, barely able to circle it fully. It throbbed in my palm, hot and heavy, pre-cum beading at the tip.

“I know, princess, I know,” he chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with pride. “This big cock was made to stretch that tight little pussy of yours. But first... have you ever tried playing with toys before?” From behind the seat cushion, he pulled out a sleek, powerful vibrator, its surface smooth and humming faintly as he flicked it on. My eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

“Is that...?”

“Yes, baby girl,” he purred, pressing the buzzing tip against my thigh, teasing higher. “Daddy’s going to teach you how to please that greedy cunt of yours. I’m going to spoil you rotten—make you cum so hard you forget your own name.”

He guided me to the couch, positioning me on my back first, legs spread wide in missionary. The vibrator hummed against my clit as he slid his cock into me slowly, inch by torturous inch, filling me to the brim. “That’s it, take Daddy’s fat cock,” he praised, thrusting deep and steady, the vibe pressing just right to make stars burst behind my eyes. My walls clenched around him, milking his length as he rocked into me, our bodies slapping together in a filthy rhythm.

“You’re doing so good, my beautiful slut—pussy gripping me like a vice,” he murmured, leaning down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. But he wasn’t satisfied with one position. Flipping me onto my hands and knees for doggy style, he hiked my ass up high, slamming back in with a grunt. The vibrator now buzzed against my swinging tits, heightening every brutal thrust. “Look at you, ass up like a good girl, taking it all. So fucking pretty when you’re bent over for me.” His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his cock, the angle hitting my G-spot relentlessly until I screamed his name.

We shifted again, him sitting on the couch as I straddled him in cowgirl, sinking down onto his throbbing shaft. I rode him hard, grinding my hips in circles, the vibrator now tucked between us against my clit. “Ride Daddy’s cock, baby—show me how much you love it,” he groaned, his hands cupping my bouncing breasts, thumbs flicking my nipples. His praise flowed like honeyed filth: “You’re exquisite, my perfect little fucktoy, pussy so tight and wet, made for this.”

Finally, he stood, lifting me effortlessly into a standing carry, my legs wrapped around his waist as he bounced me on his cock, the vibrator pressed firmly against us both. Walls shook with our moans, his muscles flexing as he pounded up into me, chasing our release. “Cum for me, princess—you’re so goddamn beautiful when you shatter,” he demanded, and I did, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, pussy spasming around him until he followed, flooding me with hot cum.

Panting, spent, we collapsed together, his arms holding me close. Our secret burned brighter than ever, the living room scented with sex and promises of more.