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MY STEPSON 4.

Author: MISS EM
last update publish date: 2026-04-16 04:18:21

MY STEPSON 4.

I yelped, the pain mixed with pleasure, as his palm landed on my bare ass roughly, before smoothening the area a little.

He smacked me two more times on each cheek before heading for the stairs.

He kept smacking my ass every now and then as he climbed up the stairs.

“What do you fucking say to that mom?”

I moaned out loud, not knowing what exactly he wanted me to say, and he smacked down hard again, the sting shooting through my flesh, leaving prints behind.

“Gratitude Annie… now, say it”

“Ahhh,... Thank youuuu…” My voice broke out as another smack landed. “Thank you daddyyy…”

“That’s more like it.” He groaned as we got to mine and Kenny's room.

With a swift motion, he put me down, spun me around, pulling my back against him, his hands slid up my body, before lifting me effortlessly, positioning my ass to his cock.

My thighs trembled as I let out a breathy moan, my wet pussy glistening under the room’s dim light.

“You want to be naughty don't you?’ he growled into my ear, one arm wrapped around my waist tightly, while the other guided his thick cock to my pussy. “Let's see how naughty you can be.”

“I'm gonna screw this pussy of yours right here on the same bed dad fucks you on.”

“mmnnnmm… fuck…!” I moaned, arching my back as he shoved his cock into my pussy filling me completely.

My breathing ragged, as my pussy stretched around his cock, as it sank deep inside my pussy with a wet, lewd sound.

I bit my lips, my eyes dilated as he pulled all the way out, before slamming back in rough and relentless as my breasts bounced against my chest with every thrust.

“Fuck!, yess… just like that, don't stop, please…” I cried out, my nails digging into his arms as he slammed into me, the force making my whole body jolt with each thrust as my moans grew louder,more desperate. 

“You love being fucked by me don't you?” He muttered, his voice rough. 

“I bet dad doesn't fuck you like this? I bet your pussy has been craving for a better cock? A bigger one. One that could stretch it out so fully.”

“Mmmhhhm… yes… please, Lucien, yes…” I moaned.

I bit my lip as I looked down at my pussy, watching as Ryan's cock disappeared inside me, with each thrust.

“Fuck!, I'm close,” he grunted, his thrusts turning erratic. He thrusts into me a few more times, then, with a final deep stroke, he came, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside my pussy. Some of it dropping out onto the carpet.

I clenched tightly around him, my orgasm hitting hard. “Ungghh… ohhh… fuck!” I cried out, squirting all over the place as I rapidly circled my clit with my left thumb.

Panting, I collapsed against Ryan's chest, a satisfied smile spreading across my lips.

He exhaled shakily, then lowered me onto my feet, as cum continued to drip from my pussy, sliding down my thighs, and pooling on the floor. 

I lowered down, onto the bed, doubting my wobbly knees could hold me up.

I collapsed on the bed, weak and breathless.

“Don't fucking think I'm done with you baby girl. Trust me, we've only just begun.” He said, smirking at me. I breathed in sharply at his threat, my pussy clenching on nothing, anticipating him.

He got on the bed with me, and his mouth crashed on mine. No warning, no softness. Just pure, filthy possession. Tongue shoved past my lips, licked into me, like he already owned every inch. 

I moaned before I could stop myself. My hands fisted in his hair, yanked hard. He snarled into the kiss and bit my bottom lip until I whimpered. 

I moaned into his mouth, fingers yanking him closer as if I needed him against me like oxygen.

Lucien's grip on my hips tightened, bruising as he shifted me onto the bed, positioning me on all fours, my ass raised invitingly in the air. My back arched, showcasing my still wet, needy pink pussy to him, already glistening with arousal.

He paused for a moment, admiring the view, the way my thighs trembled, the way my breasts swayed beneath me with each shaky breath. 

With a rough groan, he wrapped his hand around his cock stroking himself slowly at first, then going faster, his grip tight and precise as pre-cum beaded at his tip. He watched as my pussy clenched around nothing, my body begging to be filled. 

“Fuck, you're dripping,” he growled, bending forward to spit directly onto my slit. The wetness mixed with my own arousal, making me gasp as the cool sensation contrasted with heat between my legs.

Without warning, he lined himself up and slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. 

I cried out, my fingers clawing at the sheets as his cock stretched me out, my walls fluttering around his thick cock.

“Ohh Goddd…” My voice broke out as he pulled out and drove back in again, setting a punishing pace from the start. 

His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks as he fucked me with deep rough strokes, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. My tits bounced wildly beneath me, the sensation driving me higher as pleasure coiled tight in my core. 

“You love this, don't you?” He grunted, his voice thick with lust. “Love the way I fuck you, ruining your tight wet pussy in ways dad never could.”

My mind was too occupied to respond. My moans grew louder with every thrust.

The wet, filthy sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room, my arousal dripping down my thighs as he pounded into me mercilessly.

His pace grew even faster, his cock pistoning in and out of me, hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made me see stars. I could feel him everywhere, the heat of his body against mine, the sting of his fingers digging into my skin, the overwhelming fullness as he stretched me out.

“Gonna make you cum again so fucking hard,” he growled, reaching around to rub my clit in rough circles, his fingers forming a rhythm with his thrusts. 

The air was thick with sweat and lust, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he kept thrusting in and out until I shattered furiously around him once again. 

He groaned out loud, his hands gripped my waist as he released spurt after spurt of warm cum in me.

Our bodies went weak, as we collapsed on the bed. 

He pulled me into a hug, his dick shoved back inside me, as he tightened his arms around me, kissing me urgently, with intention, biting my lips lightly.

“Fuck… I loved this. You're mine now, for a whole fucking month” he whispered into my ear, and kissed my forehead, before burying his face in the crook of my neck.

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