Semua Bab MAKE ME SCREAM, DADDY: Bab 1 - Bab 8

I hear her before I see anything.Some woman, not my mother, moaning like she’s being split open in the guest room at the end of the hall. It’s one in the morning and I came down for water and now I’m standing barefoot on the hardwood in my sleep shorts and tank top, hand frozen on the banister, listening to the unmistakable sound of a woman getting fucked properly.Every sensible part of me knows to turn around, go back to bed, and let whatever is behind that door stay there.Instead I move closer.The door is open. Just an inch. Just enough.And there he is.Dominic. My mother’s husband of one month. My stepfather, if the word even applies to a man I met thirty days ago at a courthouse wedding that felt more like a business transaction than a love story. He’s standing at the edge of the guest bed, shirtless, his slacks open and shoved down his thighs, and there’s a blonde woman on her hands and knees in front of him gripping the sheets while he drives into her from behind with long,

He pulls my shorts down slow.Not rushed. Not desperate. Like he’s unwrapping something he’s been thinking about for a long time and he wants to remember every second. The fabric drags over my thighs, my knees, my ankles, and then they’re gone, tossed somewhere behind him without a glance, and I’m sitting on the edge of my bed in just a tank top and nothing else.He looks at me.Not at my face. Between my legs. And the way he looks, jaw tight, nostrils flaring, eyes tracing every detail, makes me feel more naked than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m swollen. I can feel it. Puffy and slick and exposed, and the cool air of the room hits my wetness and I shiver.“Jesus,” he mutters. Low. Almost to himself. “Look at this mess.”His thumbs press into my inner thighs and spread me open wider and I make a sound, high and sharp and involuntary, because nobody has ever looked at me like this. Like I’m something to be studied. Consumed.“All this from watching me through a door?” His thumb drags

“Sweet,” he says. “Knew you would be.”I’m panting. Wrecked. My brain is static and my pussy is still clenching in aftershocks and I want to say something, something sharp, something defiant, something to claw back the power I just handed him — but he’s already standing.He shoves his slacks down. No preamble. No performance. They hit the floor and he steps out of them and he’s—Oh.I’ve seen big. I watched him through the door. But seeing it from across a dark hallway and seeing it up close, hard and flushed and curving slightly upward, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip, those are two completely different experiences.“That’s not going to fit,” I say, and I mean it.“It’ll fit.” He wraps his hand around himself and strokes, slow, root to tip, and watching his fist work over his own cock does something to me that I’m going to think about for the rest of my life. “You just came so hard you soaked through the bed. You’ll take every inch.”“Dominic—”“On your back.” He says it the s

His hand presses flat between my shoulder blades and pushes me down into the mattress.My face hits the pillow and I can smell myself on the sheets, sex and sweat and the wet, musky evidence of what just happened, and before I can catch my breath his knee shoves my thighs apart from behind and I feel him again. The thick, blunt head of his cock dragging through the mess between my legs, sliding through his own cum leaking out of me, and the sound it makes is filthy. Wet and sloppy and loud in the dark room.“Dominic, I need a second—”“No you don’t.” He grabs my hips and yanks them up, angling me so my chest stays pressed to the bed and my ass is in the air, and the position opens me in a way that makes me feel completely, devastatingly exposed. I can feel everything, the cool air on my swollen, dripping pussy, his cum sliding down my inner thigh, his thumbs spreading me open to look. “You don’t need a second. You need another round.”He pushes in.The stretch is different from this a