All Chapters of Addicted to My Father's Best Friend: Chapter 181 - Chapter 186

He nudged my entrance and pushed in slowly. Inch by thick inch, he sank into my pussy, opening me wider than I had ever been opened before. A long, broken moan left my throat, "Mmmmmm...Ohhhhh...Youu are so big...Daddy!!!" as he continued to push it. His dick felt so hot and rigid, stretching and grinding my walls. "Fuck... Yess!" He moaned on my ear, pushing further. "Your pretty little pussy is swallowing every inch so perfectly."When his hips finally pressed flush against my ass, I felt him throb deep inside me, so deep it stole my breath.“Fuck… you’re tight, but you took Daddy’s cock so well." He groaned, forehead resting against the back of my shoulder for a moment. "You feel that? That’s all of me inside you.”He started moving slowly, sliding in and out of me. The sensation was burning and also pleasuring. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Every thrust dragged against my walls and pushed the air from my lungs in soft, punched-out sounds. I gripped the sheets tightly a

I kept my lips sealed around him and swallowed every spurt, continuing to lick and suck gently through his orgasm until he had nothing left to give. The thick taste of him filled my mouth completely. Only when the last pulse faded did I slowly pull off, breathing hard, a thin string of saliva and cum still connecting my bottom lip to the head of his cock before it broke.He didn’t give me even a second to recover. The moment my mouth left him, he locked his strong arms around my waist and yanked my pussy firmly back down onto his mouth. There was no teasing left in him now. He sucked my clit hard, lips sealing tightly around the sensitive bud, tongue working it in tight, relentless circles that made my whole body jerk.“Oh fuck… Daddy!” I cried out, hips twitching from the sudden intensity.I started grinding against his mouth, rolling my wet, bald pussy over his tongue and lips, chasing the sharp, almost unbearable pleasure. His hands gripped my ass hard and held me firmly in place

My name is Stella. I turned 22 years old three days ago. The house was quiet when I came downstairs. Mom had left for her shift at the hospital, and the only sound was the low murmur of the television drifting from the sitting room.I was wearing a soft black crop top that left a strip of my midriff bare and a short denim skirt that sat high on my thighs. No bra. The fabric of the top brushed against my skin with every step. I told myself it was just the heat. The afternoon was warm, the air conditioning set a little too high, and I had always preferred comfort. But somewhere beneath that convenient excuse sat a quieter truth I was not yet ready to name.My stepdad was sitting on the couch when I entered the sitting room. He was shirtless. He was only wearing a pair of dark grey shorts that rode high enough on his thighs to show the solid muscle there. He sat with one ankle resting on the opposite knee, remote in hand, eyes on the screen. The light from the television flickered acros