Chapter 2 Sex with Daddy II

"You're killing me, Ellen." Then he walked away. Left me throbbing and ashamed.

My stepfather looks young for a 50-year-old man; he's got a cute face and nice abs. I'm not surprised that Mum fell hard for him; he's hot.

Until today.

"Come here, naughty girl," he growled finally, voice breaking on the words like he'd held them in too long.

He grabbed my waist and yanked me onto his lap. No hesitation now. His hands roamed - rough, possessive - squeezing my ass through the skirt before shoving it up around my hips.

I gasped, already soaked, grinding down on the thick ridge straining his slacks.

He spun me, bent me over the desk. Papers scattered like confetti. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry, claiming, tasting like coffee and restraint finally snapping. His fingers hooked my panties, and he dragged them down just enough.

"Fuck me hard, Daddy," I begged. I deliberately came to his office just to feel his cock in my pussy again after what he did last night drove me crazy.

He didn't tease. Didn't ease in. One hard thrust and he buried himself deep, stretching me, melting me, and filling me until I saw stars. His hips snapped forward, relentless, each slap of skin echoing in the quiet office.

I clawed the edge of the desk, arching.

"Oh! Cane..." Moaning his name like a prayer.

He knew every spot, angled just right to hit that place that made my thighs shake. A sharp slap to my ass. Then another.

Red blooming under his palm. He fisted my bun, yanked my head back so he could suck a bruise into my neck - marking me where no one else would see.

He pulled out slow, torturously slow. I dropped to my knees without being told.

That's when the knock came.

I scrambled up, yanking my skirt down. He tucked my soaked thong into his breast pocket like a trophy, eyes gleaming. I couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out - giddy and filthy.

"See you at home," I whispered, trying to catch my breath.

"Make sure you eat your fruits," I said louder, for the secretary.

"I will, princess," he called back, voice steady even though I could see his pulse hammering in his throat.

Maybe she heard my moans. I didn't care. Mom's on a business trip for three days.

Tonight it's just us. The house is empty. No more pretending.

I walked out still dripping, thighs slick, his taste lingering on my tongue. I could still feel him inside me - thick, relentless, owning every inch.

It all started when I turned 18. I'm an only child, and my mother was away on one of her usual business trips, leaving just my stepdad and me at home.

Cane took me to the amusement park that day. We stuffed ourselves with ice cream, cotton candy, and all the overpriced treats until we were buzzing and sticky.

When we got back, I was sweaty and gross, so I headed straight for the shower. Cane said he'd do the same after me.

I stripped down, but then I remembered my body wash had run out that morning. All I had on was my thin, see-through singlet, so I wrapped a mini towel around my waist and padded down the hall to Cane's room to borrow his.

That's when I heard the buzzing.

"Oh fuck," came Cane's low groan through the door.

I figured maybe he was shaving or something. I knocked harder. No answer. Curiosity won, and I pushed the door open.

Damn.

I froze, staring at the sight in front of me. Cane had his thick, veiny cock in hand-hard as steel, and he was thrusting into some kind of toy, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

He's got a pretty round ass that tempted me to grab it.

My body tingled instantly, heat pooling low in my belly. I wasn't scared. Just... excited. I couldn't look away, not like I wanted to.

The buzzing cut off suddenly. He whipped his head around, eyes wide.

"What are you doing here?" His voice stayed calm, but I could see him trying to mask the embarrassment, one hand still gripping himself.

"I... um... I..." I stammered, cheeks burning.

He didn't yell or cover up. Instead, he reached out, pulled me gently closer. His arms felt warm, steady against my skin-familiar in a way that made my pulse race.

"Do you want to know how this feels?" he asked, expression unreadable, voice low.

"Yes," I whispered, nodding before the voice in my head could scream that this was my mother's husband.

That night, everything changed. He went slow, careful, like he was teaching me something sacred. His mouth on me first-then his tongue tracing my virgin pussy until I was shaking and gasping.

Then I took him in my mouth, tasting the sweet-salty mix of him, learning every inch with my lips and tongue.

We've kept it secret ever since. No one can ever know about what happens between my stepfather and me.

But tonight I wanted more. All of it.

Thorough. No interruptions.

Later, at home, I didn't wait. The second the door closed behind him, I pushed him toward the bedroom.

Stripped him slowly, shirt first, then belt, savoring the way his breath hitched when my nails grazed his stomach.

I shoved him onto the bed. Straddled his face.

Call me cr@zy. I just want to be fucked roughly tonight.

"Eat me," I demanded, lowering until his mouth met my dripping cunt.