Chapter 4 Creamy For Daddy(1)

Synopsis:

I know that he already knows what's going on with me.

Mother hasn't figured it out yet, I'm trying to hide it for as long as I can. My stepfather Adam knows me inside and out and it's no surprise that he knows. It's more of a surprise when he confronts his nineteen-year old stepdaughter!

CHAPTER 1

"Lizzy, come down here please!" My mother calls to me as I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I have on my silky pants and button up

pajama top. I have to wear a bra so that my breasts don't peek out proudly.

I'm nineteen with strawberry blonde hair and a light shade of blue eyes. I put my hair up in a messy bun and head down the stairs to see what she wants.

"I need you to do these dishes." She gives me a sour face.

"Yes, mother." I sigh.

We look almost like identical twins. I'm the spitting image of her and as many times I hear it you would think that I hate it. I don't. My mother is beautiful.

"I'm going to go up to bed. I have to get up early in the morning."

She tells me, letting me know that she'd do the dishes if she didn't have to work.

"I got it." I tell her, opening the dishwasher and start putting the dry dishes away.

It will only take a few minutes and there's no point in arguing with her.

I hear her walk out of the kitchen and take the stairs. It's so quiet in the house that I hear her bedroom door close that she shares with my stepfather Adam.

It's when I get the last of the dishes out of the dishwasher that I hear him come into the kitchen. I think that he's just going to get something to drink and go back to the living room.

"You think that I don't know?" He asks me in a deep voice.

I feel my heart beating hard in my chest, I bite down on my lip and don't say anything to him. I've been hiding something for a while now. I'm thankful that my mother doesn't know about it.

"I see the pain in your eyes when you walk. I see how you try to cover yourself." He tells me as he walks closer to me.

I start to put the dirty dishes in the sink and his hand brushes against my ass through the silk pajama pants that I'm wearing.

I pretend that I don't feel anything and quickly start the dishwasher, I leave the room and head back up to my room.

Closing the door behind me I lean against the bedroom door.

I don't fear my stepfather Adam. We've had a close bond for over a year now and it's no wonder he already knows though I don't admit it so he can't truly know.

I push myself away from the door and hear the door open, it closes slowly and there he is. His dark brown hair, his light brown eyes.

He's in a pair of boxers. That's nothing unusual for him though mother tells him that there are grown women living in this house and he should put on pants.

"Take off that shirt." He tells me softly.

I whimper at him, there's no way that I can hide from him. I can't run from him. I keep my eyes trained on him.

"Let me see." He whispers, stepping away from the door and coming closer to me.

I find myself unbuttoning the pajama shirt that I'm wearing. I let it slide down my shoulders, and he looks at my red bra.

"That too." He nods his head, looking down at my jugs.

I slowly do as he says and hear him gasp when he sees how big they are. I look down and see that the cream is already bursting out of my tits. I feel my eyes begin to water, my face getting red.

"Now, now. None of that." He shakes his head at me.

"Daddy." The words that come out of my mouth I can feel my lips trembling, my legs shaking already.

"Mm, I like it when you call me that. You only call me that when you think that you're in trouble. There's no point in letting that go to waste." He looks at my creamy milk that is starting to drip off my hard nipples.

"What do you mean?" I ask him, my eyes growing wide. My pussy getting wet.

I don't know exactly what he means, I don't want to jump to conclusions.

"I will show you what I mean." He licks his lips and I know exactly what he means now as he spreads my legs and gets on his knees.

He licks at the cream that's collecting on my nipple. My jugs are sagging as he suckles on the one, he's licking.

"They hurt so much daddy. You have no idea how much they hurt." I gasp, wanting to push his mouth away.

"I'm going to make them feel all better. You will see." He assures me, really latching on now and sucking so hard that it makes my pussy even wetter than before.

I whimper softly as he suckles more and more cream out of my tit. The other one is just bursting with creamy milk. Overfilled just like

They have been for a few months now.

I always watch them bursting with cream and have no way to take care of the pain. Until now.

He drains one and stands up. I can see how hard his cock is! He's turned on by suckling me and I reach out to touch his hard shaft through his boxers.

That's when he pulls down my panties and pants again, pushing me back on the bed.

"Daddy." I whisper.

"You want the pain to go away?" He asks me.

"Yes." I tell him softly.

"I want the pain to go away too." He looks down at his cock and I know what he means.

He's going to stuff my pussy with his large cock. Slowly he spreads my legs as he keeps his eyes on my tits that are

making him even harder. I'm so sore. I whimper from the pain that's rushing through them.

Watching the head of his cock getting closer and closer to my hole. I feel it pressing against me and I whimper for him.

"Shh." He tells me, looking at my closed bedroom door.

I don't know why he hasn't locked it. Mother is sleeping just down the hall not knowing that daddy is taking away all the pain that's running through my body.

"Fuck." I gasp, feeling his shaft slide into me.

Daddy latches onto the jug that's teasing him with all the creamy milk sliding down and he fills his mouth with my sweet cream.

"Daddy." I almost shout out to him and he covers my mouth with his hand as he continues to thrust deeper and deeper inside of me.

I've never had such pleasure! I never thought that it could come from him! I spread my legs wider for him and slams his cock all the way inside of me this time.

I whimper and whine, though my nose is muffled because he continues to press his hand harder and harder against my mouth so that we don't get caught.

"You need to be quiet, baby. Daddy is doing you a favor." He murmurs against my ear before suckling again.

I nod my head at him when he makes eye contact with me. I see some of my cream coming out of his mouth. That's how fast the milk is hitting the inside of it.