On my step Daddy Cock. Pt 2

"What the hell were you doing in here, screaming my name like that?" His voice dropped lower, rougher, laced with something dangerous that sent a shiver straight to my throbbing clit. He stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed my doom. The room shrank, the air thick with the scent of my own arousal hanging heavy.

I swallowed hard, my thighs slick and sticky from how hard I'd fingered myself, imagining his huge dick stretching me open. "I... I didn't mean... it was just..." Words tumbled out uselessly, my face burning as I peeked over the blanket. His gaze raked over me, predatory, like he could smell the cum on my fingers.

He crossed the room in two strides, yanking the blanket away before I could react. Cool air hit my naked skin, my swollen nipples hardening instantly under his stare. My shorts were tangled at my ankles, pussy lips puffy and glistening, exposed and vulnerable. "Just what? Fantasizing about your stepdad's cock?" He growled, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist, pulling it up to his nose. He inhaled deeply, eyes darkening as he sniffed my juices coating my fingers. "You reek of it, you little slut. Been touching that tight cunt thinking about me pounding you?"

A whimper escaped my lips, betrayal and heat flooding me. I should have been ashamed, but the way his grip tightened, the bulge in his towel tenting obscenely, made my hips buck involuntarily. "Please... don't tell Mom," I begged, voice cracking, but even as I said it, my free hand itched to reach for him.

He laughed, a dark, mocking sound that vibrated through me. "Oh, I'm not telling her shit. But you're gonna show me exactly what you were imagining." With a rough shove, he pushed me back onto the bed, my legs splaying open. His towel hit the floor, and there it was—his enormous cock, thick veins pulsing, the head already leaking pre-cum like a promise of ruin. It bobbed heavy and hard, easily twice the size of anything I'd ever seen, let alone taken.

"Stepdad... we can't..." I gasped, but my eyes were locked on it, my mouth watering as I imagined wrapping my lips around that fat shaft, choking on it while he face-fucked me.

"Can't? You were just screaming for Daddy to fuck you raw." He climbed onto the bed, knees pinning my thighs apart, his cock slapping against my inner thigh, smearing hot pre-cum on my skin. One hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing yet, just holding me there, owning me. "Spread those legs wider, slut. Show me how wet you got calling my name."

I obeyed, shame twisting into filthy need as I parted my thighs, my pussy dripping onto the sheets. His fingers dove in without mercy, two thick digits plunging into my soaked hole, stretching me with a burn that made me cry out. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, pumping them in and out, his thumb grinding my clit. "This what you wanted? Daddy's fingers wrecking your greedy little pussy?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes, Daddy," I moaned, hips grinding up to meet his hand, the darkness in his eyes fueling the fire. He added a third finger, scissoring me open, preparing me for what I knew was coming. My walls clenched around him, sucking him deeper, and he leaned down, biting my nipple hard enough to draw a sob.

"Gonna ruin," he whispered against my skin, his cock nudging my entrance, the massive head pressing in just enough to tease. "You want this fat dick splitting you apart? Beg for it, you dirty girl."

'Please,' I begged when he pulled back, nipping at my lower lip hard enough to draw a sting. 'Stepdad, I need you. I've been so bad, dreaming of your huge dick every night. Fuck me, make me yours.' Tears welled in my eyes, not from shame but from the aching void in my pussy, begging to be filled.

He growled, releasing my wrists only to shove my thighs wider apart, his rough palms scraping my inner skin. 'Beg louder, slut. Tell Daddy exactly what you want.' His fingers traced my slick entrance, teasing the puffy lips without entering, making me buck my hips desperately.

'Oh god, finger my pussy first! Stretch me out so your fat cock can ram inside!' I cried, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets, my voice breaking into sobs of frustration. He chuckled darkly, finally sliding two thick fingers into my soaked heat, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I keened, walls fluttering around the invasion, his thumb grinding my clit in rough circles.

'That's it, cream on my fingers like the whore you are.' He leaned down, capturing a nipple between his teeth, biting down sharply while his fingers pumped faster, scissoring to widen me. Pain shot through me, morphing into electric pleasure as I writhed, kissing his shoulder sloppily, licking the salt from his skin. His bites trailed up—nipping my collarbone, my neck, marking me with red welts that would bruise tomorrow.

I held onto his back, drawing him nearer, our lips meeting in a passionate exchange. Our breaths mingled, his guiding mine, catching my soft sounds as he added another touch, stretching the moment gently. Warmth spread with each movement, the room filled with quiet echoes and my whispers: 'More, please! Hold me closer, kiss me deeply! I want to be close to you so much.'

He eased away suddenly, leaving a sense of longing, a soft sigh slipping from me. Adjusting his clothes, he revealed himself—strong and ready, just as I recalled. He traced along my warmth, sharing the closeness, lingering at the edge until I was lost in the feeling.

'Ask for it once more,' he said softly, nipping my ear, his breath warm nearby.

'Yes! Stepdad! Hold me tight and share everything! Make this moment ours!' I urged, wrapping my legs around him, guiding him in.

With a deep breath, he joined me fully, the connection strong and immediate. I gasped, the intensity a blend of warmth and fullness, holding him close. He moved with purpose, steady and deep, each motion drawing us together. The rhythm built, his presence touching every part, turning my words into quiet sighs.

He kissed me tenderly through it, lips brushing as he held me, his hands caressing softly. 'Stay with me, you're part of this now—every day.' I reached my peak around him, trembling gently, drawing him in as the waves passed. He followed, holding steady, warmth filling the space between us until we settled.