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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 .

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

I realized I had a crush on my stepfather the exact moment he walked out of the swimming pool wearing nothing but wet black shorts. It wasn't just a mild, passing thought either. It was a full-blown, throat-drying, heart-hammering realization that made me want to slide right off the sun lounger and sink into the concrete.

He leans down and sucks hard on my nipples, biting them while growling filthy words. “You’re going to be Daddy’s secret whore from now on,” he says, slamming into me. “Every time your mother leaves the house, I’m bending you over and destroying this pussy. You’ll walk around leaking my cum for days, feeling it drip down your thighs while you smile at your mother.” “Yes, Daddy!” I moan like a complete whore, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me harder however you want! Please!” Dean flips me onto all fours and slams back inside me from behind, he grips my hips tightly and rails me mercilessly, spanking my ass red with every powerful thrust. “Tell me how much you love your stepfather’s

He didn’t bother with foreplay — he slammed into my pussy hard, gripping my collar like a leash. “You’re mine,” he growled, fucking me with deep, punishing strokes. “Not your aunt’s. Not your mother’s memory. Mine.” I moaned, tears falling onto the wooden desk as pleasure and guilt crashed together. “But they’re right,” I gasped between thrusts. “This is wrong. I’m your stepdaughter. People will find out eventually. What happens when they do?” Daddy pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and thrust back inside me, eyes blazing.

“You kissed me like you wanted me just as much as I want you. I’ve been lying in bed every night, touching myself, thinking about how you fucked me. Thinking about how you filled me with your cum. And I know you’ve been stroking yourself to the memory of me.” His body jolted like she’d struck him, his eyes darkening with the truth of it. He grabbed her wrists again, but his grip was weaker. Her lips brushed his jaw as she whispered, “Please, Luca. I need you again. I can’t stop thinking about your dick inside me. Don’t make me beg.” “You don’t understand, Stacey. If your dad—" He cut himself off and growled under his breath. “He’s downstairs. If he finds out, I’m dead. We’re dead.

And the worst part? He does own it. He owns me. “You’re still a killer,” I whisper again, softer this time, like I’m trying to remind myself who he is. “And you’re still wet for me,” he growls. A soft gasp leaves my mouth as he yanks me flush against his body. I feel him, all of him, hard, hot, thick behind his slacks, pressing into my stomach like he’s ready to destroy me. “Say it,” he demands, voice gravel and sin. “Say you want your stepdaddy to fuck that pretty little mouthy attitude out of you.”

I groaned, "please, daddy, just make me cum." Chuckling, he gripped me by my hips and lifted me onto the table, spreading my legs and stepping up between them. Then he reached under my skirt and grabbed my panties, peeling them down my legs. Then he raised my legs till my shoes were on the table on either side of my hips. Moisture flooded out of me at the exposed position. My step daddy's hungry gaze dropped down to where my legs were spread out and his eyes feasted on me, taking in my glistening pussy with lust filled eyes.

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.