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“But I can’t stop touching you. You’re my everything now.” His hand slipped under my shirt, fingers teasing my nipple. Desire flared despite the guilt. He dropped to his knees, pushed my shorts down, and buried his face between my thighs, licking and sucking until I came shaking against his mouth. Then he stood, turned me around, and took me right there against the counter — quick, deep thrusts, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my hip. “Such a good girl for Daddy,” he growled low. “Taking my cock while the neighbors could knock any second.”

he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low. I heaved a breath. My heart was thundering in my chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "But—" "Shhh. There is no but." He placed his thumb over my lips, silencing me. His gaze drifted down my naked chest, his eyes widening. "Look at you. Your nipples are already so hard for me. You want this just as bad as I do." "I…," I breathed, my hands resting against his bare chest. It was always like this. No matter how much we fought, one touch from him destroyed my defense. I was addicted to the danger of him.

“So I’m just your dirty little secret? Your stepdaughter fuck toy you keep hidden while you build a normal life with her?” Daddy’s grip tightened on my face, forcing me to look at him again. His eyes were dark, intense, almost angry. “Don’t twist this, Ava,” he growled. “You think I want a normal life? You think I want to come home to a respectable wife who spreads her legs once a week and calls it making love?” He stepped closer, pressing his still-hard cock against my soaked pussy. “I want you,” he said fiercely. “I want the girl who screams ‘Daddy’ when I fuck her ass. I want the girl who gets wet when I edge her in public. I want the girl who wears my collar and begs to be used like a to

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

“But your technique… your skills… they need work. If you’re going to be my boy, you need to know how to please me properly.” My stomach fluttered with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. “What do you mean, Daddy?” He walked over to a drawer and pulled out something that made my breath catch in my throat. It was a dildo. It was realistic, flesh-colored, with veins and a defined head. And it was big. Not as thick as Marcus, but just as long.

It came with the caption: “He lasts sixty seconds when I deepthroat him. Show me how long you can last, Calvin.” In the afternoon, she sent a close-up photo of her pussy stretched wide around Ryan’s cock, his cum already leaking out in thick white rivulets down her thighs. “He just finished. Still not satisfied. Come fill me up properly. Stretch me until I can’t walk straight.” At night, it was another photo of her riding him reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing, back arched, head thrown back in exaggerated ecstasy that looked almost mocking. “Fuck me like this. Rougher. Make it hurt. I want bruises from your hands, not his. I want to feel you for days.”

My camera was aimed straight between my legs, pussy lips glistening and spread open for him, my clit all puffy and begging. “I’ve been waiting like a good girl, Daddy. My cunt’s been dripping for you all fucking day, aching so bad I had to keep touching it.” His side of the screen stayed locked on that massive cock like always, thick, heavy, veins bulging as his big rough hand stroked it slow and steady. He doesn’t show his face since I have known him, I just look at his dick and fuck myself hard. The text popped up on my screen. DaddyBigDick796: Are you waiting for me babygirl?

My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing. "Not too loud honey, we don't want mommy finding out what kind of slut her precious baby is. Do we"?. dad whispers. Dad is right about that, am a slut. I've fantasize alot about him, wondering what lays beneath his thighs. I've thought about what fucking him would be like . I've longed to be under his mercy while he fuck me senseless .

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

"Consider this a warning. Disobey me again, and next time the punishment will be far harsher." His lips are so close, and then they aren't, as he pulls away before I can demand he kisses me. He looks over me, an almost animalistic look passing over his eyes. "Like what you see?" I whisper. All I want is for him to approach me, to give me exactly what I want. Tomorrow, we don't have to talk about it, to even think about it again. But right now...I don't want to think about anything else. "What would your father say if he knew how wet and desperate you are for me, huh?" he asks, barely above a whisper.