LOGINHe buried himself deep one last time and came hard, pulsing thick and hot inside me. I felt every spurt, filling me up until it started leaking out around his cock and running down my inner thighs in warm, messy streams. He stayed pressed against me, cock still twitching deep inside, breathing heavy against my neck. His hand was still between my legs, gently rubbing my sensitive clit while I came down.After a minute he pulled out slow. His cum dripped out of me in thick streams, running down my thighs and dripping onto the shower floor. The sight of it made my pussy clench again even though I was still sensitive. He turned me around gently, hands soft now on my waist, and kissed me—soft at first, tasting the mix of us on my lips, then deeper and hungrier. His tongue slid against mine while his hands roamed over my wet skin.“We’re not done yet,” he said against my lips, voice low and full of promise. His cock was still half-hard between us, wet with everything. “ Daddy wants to watch
I moaned around him, the sound vibrating up his length. I took him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat. Spit ran down my chin and mixed with the water still dripping from us. My free hand slid between my own legs for a second, fingers brushing over my swollen clit while I sucked him. I was dripping wet, my pussy aching and empty.He groaned louder when he felt me moaning on his cock. “You like having daddy’s cock in your mouth, don’t you? You’re getting that pussy all wet again just from sucking me. Such a dirty little thing.”I pulled back just enough to look up at him through wet lashes, lips shiny and swollen from stretching around him. “I love it, daddy. I love how big you are. I want you to fuck my mouth. Use it.”He let me suck him for another minute, hips moving slow and steady, pushing in and out of my lips. I could feel him getting closer—his cock swelling even more against my tongue, his breathing turning rough and fast, his hand tightening in my hair.“Fuck, Marie
My heart was pounding hard. I didn’t knock. I just reached for the handle, slid the shower door open, and stepped inside.The hot water hit me right away. It poured over my shoulders, down my bare tits, making my nipples tighten even harder. Streams ran down my stomach and between my legs, mixing with how wet I already was. The tiles were warm under my feet. I closed the door behind me with a soft click.Matteo turned fast when he heard me. Water ran down his back and over his shoulders in thick streams. His eyes went wide for a second, surprised, then dropped straight to my body. He took in everything—my wet skin, my hard nipples, the way water was sliding down my belly and dripping off my pussy. His gaze darkened, turning hungry and heavy.“Marie?” His voice was rough, low over the sound of the water. “What the hell are you doing in here?”I looked right into his eyes. My voice came out steady even though my heart was racing.“I heard you last night.”He blinked, water dripping from
His voice was rougher than usual, low from the exercise. It went straight between my legs.“Morning,” I said, trying to sound normal. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. The tank top was soaked. I could see the shape of his chest, the way the sweat made his skin shine. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, tipped his head back, and drank. I watched his throat work, watched a drop of sweat slide down from his jaw and disappear under the collar of the tank.Then he set the bottle down and peeled the tank top off in one smooth pull. The fabric dragged up over his head, slow enough that I saw every inch of him come into view. His bare chest was right there again, broad and hard, skin still shiny with sweat from the run. A thin line of it slid down the center of his chest, catching in the dark hair that ran down his stomach and disappeared into the low waistband of his running shorts. I couldn’t look away. My mouth went dry, then wet. I licked my lips without even meaning to,
I just stood there, peeking through the crack in the door, watching Matteo stroke his cock while he moaned my name like he couldn’t help it.His hand moved faster, fist tight around the thick shaft. Precum leaked from the head and he used it to slick his strokes, thumb swiping over the sensitive tip every few pumps. The wet sound of skin on skin mixed with the video audio.On the screen the man was pounding into the younger woman now, skin slapping. She was crying out, “Yes, daddy! Fuck me like you’d fuck her… make me take every inch…”Matteo’s head tipped back against the chair. His jaw was tight, eyes half-closed but still on the screen.“Goddamn, Marie,” he muttered, voice low and filthy. “Bet that tight little pussy would feel so fucking good around me. So wet and warm for daddy’s cock. You’d take it all, wouldn’t you, baby girl? Let me stretch you open nice and slow…”My knees went weak. I had to press my hand over my mouth to stay quiet. My other hand drifted down between my leg
Soon it was time for dinner. He had put on a shirt this time, but it didn’t really hide anything. The fabric stretched tight across his chest and arms every time he moved, and I kept catching myself staring at how the buttons pulled a little when he reached for something. The food smelled amazing. He’d made pasta with this creamy sauce and grilled chicken on the side. It tasted even better than it looked.We sat across from each other at the small kitchen table. He asked me about college—how my classes were going, if I liked my professors, if I was making friends. Normal dad questions. But the way he listened, really listened, with those grey eyes on my face, made my stomach feel fluttery and my pussy clench under the table. I tried to keep my answers normal too, but my mind kept drifting back to earlier. The hug. The way he stared at my ass. The way his cock had felt hard against my belly. The way he’d called me baby girl like it meant something different now.At some point I noticed
I never thought my stepdad would actually spank me like the spoiled little brat I was—until the night he finally snapped and bent me over his knee.My phone screen glowed in the dim light of my bedroom, the ring light casting a soft pink halo over my barely-there outfit. I was live on my influencer
A dark, satisfied sound rumbled deep in his chest. “Good girl for telling Daddy the truth.”He leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep, claiming kiss before moving lower. His lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, then latched onto one nipple through the lace.
I parted my lips. He didn’t shove in right away. Instead, he rubbed the swollen head across my tongue, painting it with his taste—salty, masculine, addictive. I moaned around the thick head, eyes fluttering up to meet his. He stared down at me like I was the only thing in the world.“That’s it,” he
I rode the pillow harder, faster, moaning loud enough for the mic to catch every wet sound. My eyes stayed locked on his username while my mind filled in the blanks—his big hands gripping my hips, that deep voice growling my real name, the thick cock I’d accidentally seen outlined in his sweatpants







