In the dim light of the hallway, my calloused fingers glide over the cool metal of the lock, searching for the familiar grooves and ridges. My breaths come in shallow bursts, my heart pounding with adrenaline as I work to pick Maria's lock. This isn't the first time I've broken into someone's home, unwanted and without an invitation, but this time it's different. This time, it's my stepdaughter's new home.

Restless and agitated, I had spent the night before tossing and turning. My inner demons were growing stronger with each passing moment, and my attempts to control them were failing. Despite my desperate desire to be closer to her, the fear of losing control drove me mad. As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I struggled. Maria turned nineteen and moved into her apartment; like most young women her age, she was eager to be independent. I couldn't blame her; heck, I left home at the early age of sixteen. I couldn't wait to get the fuck out of my parent's house. 

My moral compass has always been off-kilter. And this young girl...she has consumed my thoughts. I can't sleep, and I can't focus on anything other than Maria. So, I'll invade another layer of her privacy in return. She owns me, so it seems only fair that, in return, I gain another perspective into her world.

As the door slides open with a faint creak, I step into the small apartment, taking in every detail of the space she now calls home. The light cream walls are sparsely decorated with a few framed photos, and a small vase of cheap-looking fake orange flowers is placed on the table. The air is filled with a faint floral scent. My fingers trace over the back of the worn, deep green, overstuffed chair that faces the window, feeling the soft, velvety fabric beneath my touch. A small stack of books sits on the table beside it; one titled Twisted Love catches my eye. The spine is well-loved, creased from multiple readings. I imagine her delicate fingers turning each page, lost in the story. My Maria has always loved to read. I watched her for hours, so peacefully in her own world. 

Continuing down the short hallway, I gently push open the door on my left. I instantly feel overwhelmed by Maria's warm spicy scent. Her bedroom contains a simple bed, bureau, and desk.

I stand over her bed, watching her, but my mind is restless instead of the usual relief I feel in her presence. Does she still sleep like she used to? Curled on her side, her small hands tucked under her face? Or are there nights when I'm not here, and she sleeps differently? Not knowing frustrates me. I should know these things, just like how she moves so gracefully, how her hair dances in the wind. But it's never enough. I'm always craving more, always waiting for the next moment to catch something new, something I've missed.

I've always loved to watch her sleep. The way her pouty lips form a small shape. Her long hair cascades down her shoulders, soft and silky in the moonlight. She's wearing one of the matching camisole sets I bought her for her Birthday tonight. I spent hours at the lingerie store choosing which one to buy. My cock was rock hard as I imagined how the shorts would hug her plump ass, how the soft silk material would rub against her moist young pussy. And her young, plush breasts would fill it out perfectly. I chose wisely, and as usual, she exceeded my expectations.

As I watch her sleep, my heart swells with desire. The autumn night air is cool against my skin, but I don't move. I can't take my eyes off of her. Every curve, freckle, and breath she takes fills me with wonder. Memories of her childhood flashed through me, Trick or treating together as I held her small hand in mine and skipped with a wide smile across her face. She's grown into such a beautiful woman.

I lean in closer, admiring her beauty. Suddenly, she stirs, her eyes fluttering. I freeze, wondering if she'll wake and I'll be caught. A dreamy smile tugs at her lips, and a soft moan escapes.

She's dreaming. Of what? Of who?

She softly sighs, stretching and arching her back, giving me a tantalizing view of her body. My hands itch to touch her, to explore every inch of her skin. But I resist, not wanting to wake her. Just as quickly, she settles back into a deep sleep.

Her dresser is cluttered with bottles and tubes of lotions and perfumes. As I uncap each one and inhale deeply, my body responds, and my cock stirs with desire. I read off the names, etching them into my memory so I can buy duplicates. 

My fingers tremble with excitement as I open her drawers; the array of lingerie in colors makes my heart race and my cock throb. I caress each piece, jealous that the scraps of lace have touched her skin. I bring a pair of her panties to my nose, begging for the slight scent of her pussy; the conflicting emotions swirl inside me until I'm overwhelmed and left disappointed by the clean smell of detergent instead of her intoxicating scent.

I stalk back out into the hallway and prowl towards the bathroom. I find the hamper overflowing with laundry; I dig through it like a predator searching for prey until my hand lands on what I'm looking for - a familiar pair of black lace panties. I remember these. My cock instantly hardens, straining against the zipper of my pants as I bring the delicate fabric to my lips, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. I run my tongue over the lace, desperate for just a taste of her.

"So sweet," my mouth waters.

When I leave tonight, these will be my trophy - a reminder of what's mine. With trembling hands, I unzip my pants and reach inside my boxers, wrapping my fingers around my throbbing cock. Inhaling her scent deeply, I stroke myself up and down, slicking my cock with pre-cum before sliding my hand back down with a guttural groan. The blood pulses in my veins, and my breath quickens. I'm desperate to come, yet I want to mark her as mine.

I need to leave a trace of myself before I leave. Something unmistakably me. But something inconspicuous that Maria won't suspect or notice. If she does, it may be harder to break in next time. And there will be a next time. It's already been decided. I can't live without her. The seconds tick by as I frantically search for an idea, my cock pulsing with need. And then it hits me - I want her drenched in me. Without hesitation, I step into her shower and grab hold of her bottle of pumpkin spice body wash, unscrewing the cap just in time for my release to explode from my cock. My hot cum cascades down into the bottle, and I quickly seal it shut with a satisfied smirk. I zip myself up, tuck her panties into my pocket, and leave her apartment the same way I came in.

I am one sick fuck.

For four long agonizing days, I tried to do the right thing—to stay away. Where did it lead me? Here, lying under my stepdaughter's bed, waiting until her breaths even out so I can slide out from under and watch her sleep. I can't be without her. Instead of my obsession subsiding, it's only grown. The need to make sure she is safe, to ensure she is only mine, consumes me.

I hover at the edge of her bed, admiring how she looks in the moonlight. Laying on her back, her red hair cascades over her face and cheeks, while her body is barely visible under the sheets. I move closer, appreciating every curve and contour of her body as the moonbeams highlight them. God, she's gorgeous. I gently brush some hair away from her face to see her better. Her eyes look puffy. There are crumpled tissues on the nightstand by her phone. Has someone upset her? Rage shoots up my spine. I'll kill them. I shouldn't have left her alone these last few days. It's my fault. I should've been watching out for her. Flowers won't be enough to let her know I'm thinking of her this time. I'll need to find a way to make it up to her. I smile as she exhales, and my mouth waters as the crisp white sheet falls away, revealing her pale, bare skin.

I swallow hard. Her plump, full breasts rise and fall as she breathes. I study every inch of her. Large dark areolas with firm nipples as plump as juicy raspberries. "Fuuuuuck"" I whisper under my breath as my cock strains against my zipper. The sheet is gathered at her waist, caressing her soft, round belly. I palm my cock over my jeans as I imagine sliding my fingers inside her warm, wet pussy. It's been months since I've tasted her. Since she decided to move out on her own and put space between us. It's killing me. She's always been my baby girl, safe under my roof. Now, I either have to wait for her calls or be forced to sneak around like I am now. My fingers twitch with the ache to touch her.

I scrub a hand over my face, mentally weighing the pros and cons. Touching her could be risky. She's asleep, and I don't know if she'll wake up or stay lost in a dream. If I'm careful, she'll allow me the honor of licking her sweet pussy until I make her cum. I can make up for abandoning her the last few days and make her feel good. I can't resist any longer; I gently slide the sheet the rest of the way off her body. I take a moment to drink her in. The tiny freckles, the deep curves, God, how I love them all. My eyes travel down to the apex of her thighs, and I gently run my knuckles over the soft strawberry curls between them. I lick my lips, and the bed shifts under my weight as I place one knee between Maria's spread legs; I hold my breath and watch her face for any change but sigh in relief when I see none. She remains peaceful, her breasts rising and falling at a steady pace. I bend at the waist and inhale her scent. Clean, musky, my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. That first swipe of my tongue on her juicy young pussy, there's nothing like it. My body shivers at the thought.

My poor cock begs for release, but this isn't about me. I need to make sure my sweet stepdaughter is taken care of. Her needs are met. If she seems peaceful, I'm taking that as a green light to continue. I lower myself further between her legs until I can feel the warmth come off her skin. My nose brushes against her clit; keeping my gaze locked on her closed eyes, I wet my tongue and gently glide it over her entrance, swirling around her sensitive bud. I struggle to hold in the groan.

I've been craving this, and finally, I can relish her taste. A mixture of saltiness and sweetness with a hint of musky earthiness. Her flavor is only fueling my addiction, drawing me in and making me crave more. I'll never get enough. The delicate folds of her inner labia feel velvety and smooth against my tongue, inviting me to explore. A moan escapes her lips, and her body trembles slightly. It's music to my ears. My need to please her becomes an insatiable primal hunger.

My wet tongue grazes the delicate skin of her pussy; she's soft, warm, and oh-so wet with arousal. Pride seeps through me, knowing she can feel how much I adore her in her dreams. A slight sigh escapes her lips, and I glance up, making sure she's still fast asleep before admiring the way her soft pink folds glisten in the light and her clit is plump with arousal begging me to suck. She wants this; my stepdaughter needs this just as much as her stepdaddy.

It's taking every bit of strength I have not to absolutely devour her like the starving man that I am. I continue to lick and flick my tongue, making her clit flutter and harden with desire. "Baby," I whisper, blowing warm air onto her wet center. "My pretty girl." Her body responds with more shivers and gasps, urging me to continue. "That's it," I say softly. "That's my good girl." with that, I close my lips around her throbbing clit and suck powerfully, knowing that her pleasure belongs to only me, to do with as I please.

As she nears the edge of ecstasy, her legs begin to tremble, wetness floods my mouth, and I continue to lap up every drop she offers until she is completely spent. Only then do I slowly slide my body off the bed, careful not to disturb her from her peaceful slumber.

I savor the lingering taste of her juice on my tongue as I quickly and quietly head towards the door. My cock is straining so hard against my zipper I'm finding it hard to function.

I need to find release soon, somewhere secluded where I can unleash my pent-up desires with a ferocity that matches the beast that I am.

Until next time, sweet stepdaughter.

Pride and excitement swelled in my chest as I finally graduated school and landed a job at my Stepdad's firm. I had been yearning for this moment for years, watching from my bedroom window every morning as he left for work without me. The rejection stung each time I asked to join him, his vague excuses only fueling my desperate need to be by his side. With my mother long gone, he was all I had left.

I tousled my long hair and slipped into the skimpy outfit I'd splurged on. I wanted to look extra pretty, so I picked out a tight black skirt and a white silk blouse, though I swear I must have gained some weight cause they were tight as hell. There was a loud knock at my bedroom door, followed by my Stepdad popping his head in. His eyes devoured my body, making me feel flush. He cleared his throat and gave me a subtle nod.

"You look beautiful, princess. Are you ready?"

"Yes, stepdaddy," I blushed again. I loved it when he looked at me like that. It made me feel all squishy inside.

Stepdad opened the car door for me, and I climbed in, excited to finally visit his office. As we drove, I couldn't help but admire him—how his strong hands gripped the steering wheel, the faint scent of cologne that filled the car, and the way he made my heart race. When he placed his hand on my knee, electricity shot through my body, and I couldn't hide my arousal. Daddy always had that effect on me.

At the office, Stepdad gave me a tour and introduced me to everyone. I noticed how some of the women looked at him with longing eyes and giggled at everything he said. My blood boiled with jealousy—I wanted to be the only one who could make Stepdad laugh like that.

The men were all very friendly, but Stepdaddy only liked me talking to them for a short time. He would put his hand on my lower back and lead me away with a stern expression. Being around so many people made me anxious, and I was relieved when the tour ended.

"Can we have lunch in your office, stepdaddy?" I asked, looking up at him as he glared at a man staring at my silk blouse. I wondered if I had spilled coffee on it.

"Of course, princess," he replied, pulling me close and guiding me into the elevator.

"What do you think of everything?" he asked once we were alone.

"There are so many people," I sighed.

He let out a tense breath and ran a hand through his hair. "Yes, there are. I'm not used to sharing you with others."

"I don't want to be shared; I just want to be with you, stepdaddy."

He stepped closer, his warm breath brushing against my skin as he gently caressed my cheek. And then his lips were on mine, passionately exploring every inch of my mouth. The elevator rose quickly as we kissed, my hands clinging to him desperately while he pressed me against the wall. When the doors opened, we hurried to his office, where he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall.

I grip his shoulders, my pencil skirt bunched around my waist. The buttons from his shirt lay scattered on the floor, evidence of my eagerness as I tore it open just moments ago.

"You remind me of a delicate, playful kitten." His lips trail hot kisses down my neck, and I squirm, feeling his hard erection rub against my sensitive skin. I feel like anything but a kitten, more like a lioness in heat. He pulls at the fabric of my black push-up bra, exposing my pale bare skin and sucking one of my pert nipples into his mouth with a deep groan. My head spins as I struggle to keep control of myself.

I think this is wrong as my nails scrape down his bulging biceps. I'm too turned on to give a fuck.

"You have no idea how badly I want your hot little body," he growls, tiny hairs at the back of my neck rising. His deep, gravelly voice rolls over me. A pleasant shiver runs down my spine, and I lean into him as his hair falls over his forehead, tickling my breasts.

"I need you, stepdaddy," I gasp. "I don't care if it's wrong or right; I need you."

He pulls back, his intense green eyes hooded and smoldering with desire. His fingers glide over my swollen bottom lip, sending shivers down my spine. As he grips my neck, his touch ignites a deep ache in my core. With a firm hold on my nape, he draws me closer, our breaths mingling and his lips tantalizingly close to mine.

"I can't see how something that feels this good could be wrong, princess," He murmurs against my skin as I trail my fingers along the sharp contours of his angled jawline. "I've tried so hard to hold back," I take in the miles of hard, muscled flesh of his strong arms and chest, unable to resist running my hands over the taut planes. How can anyone expect me to deprive myself of this intoxicating pleasure? 

He's tense, still holding himself back. It's unfair to deny myself or him, to suffer like this, "Maybe I can assist you in relieving some tension." 

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Take my cock out, baby girl." He groans desperately, giving in.

My fingers shake as I unzip his fly. He sucks in a breath when I reach in, grasping his hard length and pulling him out. The head of his fat cock has a purple hue with a drop of pre-cum across the head. His cock throbs in my hand, and I ever so slowly move my hand up and down the veiny shaft.

I watch, mesmerized, as the drop of pre-cup drips down the head. "I've never tasted a man's cum before, stepdaddy," I bite my lip; what if I do it wrong? He's so large I don't think I can fit him all in my mouth. 

His large hand caresses my jaw as he gazes down at me adoringly as a low growl climbs up his throat. "Let me show you how to give good head; just listen to stepdaddy and be a good girl."

I lick my lips, imagining his taste.

"Lick it off," he orders softly. "Lick my cock head clean, princess, and then take me all the way in that hot mouth of yours."

"Yes, step daddy." My wet tongue grazes against his soft skin; our simultaneous groans echo throughout the small office, and I am grateful for the soundproofed glass that shields us from prying ears.

He watches intently, his mouth agape, as I take him in. "Deeper, relax your jaw." Step Daddy coaxes his fingertips to trace along the curve of my neck, resting over my pulse.

I obey, taking him deeper. 

"There you go, such a good girl for your stepdaddy." I light up with his praise and refuse to stop even when I gag, choke, and gasp for air.

"Fuck yeah. Just like that."  A deep moan erupts from his throat when I pull back, a trail of spit connecting my swollen pink lips to his big thick cock. He makes a weird sound and then pushes me all the way down his shaft. My nose touches the tuft of hair on his lower belly, and he grunts, "Baby girl, stop now!" He pulls back. 

"Why step daddy?" I pout. "Am I not doing a good job?" Tears fill my eyes. I want to please him so badly.

He pulls me up off my knees and leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. Our breathing is hard and shallow. "You're too good, princess," he groans.

He eases back, looking like he wants to devour me, and his intense eyes are so captivating. And then he scoops me up, placing my ass on his desk.

"I want to taste your sweet pussy, princess." His large hands grip my calves, slide up my legs, and push my skirt up around my waist.

"Would you like that, princess?" He cocks his head to the side. I bite my lip and feel the urge to clench my thighs. I can feel the wet patch spreading in my white cotton panties. 

"Yes, stepdaddy," I moan breathlessly. 

His thumb circles my inner thigh, inches from where I ache,  "I want to taste every inch of you, princess." His massive form hovers over me as he runs one of his thick fingers over the wet spot on my panties. "Such a sweet, innocent pussy," he murmurs huskily. "Has anyone touched your pussy before?"

"No, stepdaddy, I don't like boys my age." I blink up at him.  "I only want you." 

"Then lie back, princess, and let stepdaddy lick your sweet, dripping pussy." 

He pushes his papers off his desk behind me with force; they fly through the air while I lie down.

Stepdaddy hooks my panties with his thumbs and slides them down my legs.

My breaths are shallow; I don't dare move an inch as he sits in a leather office chair, and I lie on his desk before him. My legs are spread wide, my bare pussy on full display for him. I startle when I feel the pads of his fingers spread the lips of my pussy wide, "Relax, Princess, stepdaddy is going to make you feel so good."

And then I feel his warm wet tongue flatten and lick a long leisurely lick and circle my clit. I squirm, unable to take the overwhelming sensations. My knuckles turn white as I grip the edge of the desk, panting and moaning. 

He takes his time pleasuring me, savoring every touch and taste as if it's for himself rather than for my pleasure alone. He groans and licks every single drop I give him.

My fingers tangle in his thick, dark hair. A sweet ache fills me as he slides a single finger inside. 

His hands are pure magic, igniting pleasure that spreads through every inch of my body like wildfire. Every touch, every stroke sends electric pulses through my bloodstream, fueling the fire within me.

"More," I gasp, rocking towards him. And then I choke on my breath as he plunges two thick fingers inside me. A sweet burn stretches my pussy; a tremor runs through me when his mouth finds my clit again, licking and sucking while his fingers move in and out of me, again and again. He eats me so leisurely, making deep noises of satisfaction every once in a while. He takes his time, slowing down when the pressure builds, driving me mad until a desperate "Please" escapes my lips. Then, his thick fingers curl inside of me, making the flame grow hotter. When he slows again, I shake my head in panic, my hands tugging at his hair. I don't know what I've turned into, but I can only repeat "Please" over and over. He finally gives me what I want. His firm laps steady, and he fingers me faster, harder until there's nothing but deep, hot pressure. My orgasm takes over me, exploding through me in waves until I'm pulsing around his fingers, and he licks every drop, even the wetness coating my thighs, as though he doesn't want any to go to waste.

His emerald eyes find mine, and a satisfied grin stretches across his face as he watches me try to catch my breath. I'm panting hard, so hard my whole body is shaking. He reaches up, pinches my nipple, and gives the hard nub a tug. I want more; I'm greedy. I need my Stepdaddy inside of me. He must read my mind.

"This little body needs to be fucked long and hard, doesn't it?" Stepdaddy asks, gazing up at me, my wetness coating his lips. 

I eagerly nod.

He grips his rock-hard cock. "Tell stepdaddy what you want." He demands.

"I want you." My lashes flutter, "I want your cock inside me," I whimper and beg.

His eyes light on fire at my words, and he growls, nipping at my thigh.

"Then spread more for me. Get those legs wide open." I do as he asks, gripping my thighs and spreading myself as wide as I'll go. 

"Just like that, my good girl." He praises. "Let me see how wet and ready you are for me."

I've never been more ready. I'm so wet I can feel myself dripping onto the desk beneath me. 

My face heats as I watch him stroke his massive erection from the base to the tip. The action is so primal and surprisingly hot that something burns to life inside me. But Stepdaddy's cock is so big, and I've never done this before. I bite my lip, and my stomach turns nervously while I watch him tear open a condom and roll it over his enormous, hard length.

"I'm not sure this will work," I start, and then I gasp as he swipes the large bulbous head across my entrance and then taps my clit with it, sending shock waves throughout my system.

"It'll work, and if it's too much," he smiles, "I'll warm you up some more, and if you want, we can try again." He leans down, carefully keeping his weight on his forearms as he takes my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue as he searches my mouth. I roll my hips against him while he rubs my wetness up and down his length.

An electrifying jolt shoots through me as the head of his cock enters my body. The intense sting makes me gasp as I feel his massive size stretching me to my limits. His gaze is fixated on our joined bodies, a dark intensity in his eyes that borders madness. Oh, how I've waited for this moment. My entire being quakes with each tremble that rolls through me, my breaths coming out in heavy, uneven pants. Desperately, I grip his solid biceps, bracing myself for what's to come. With each inch, he sinks inside me, sweat glistens on his skin, and he watches me with a mixture of desire and restraint. His ragged breath tickles the sensitive skin on my neck as he fights to keep himself under control. Finally, the initial pain fades into a euphoric feeling of fullness, and I let out a throaty sigh of pleasure. My pussy struggles to accommodate the overwhelming thickness of him, but it's exactly what I want. Each forceful thrust pushes me to new levels of ecstasy until I can hardly handle it anymore. His thumb begins circling my clit, sending waves of sensation through my body as he presses down deliciously.

I shudder and moan "you… you're so big… Oh, God." I tremble in his arms. His hard cock jerks as he murmurs close to my ear. "You're doing beautifully, princess. Take more of me."

I try to relax and let him in as deep as I can, causing a throaty groan to escape from him, "that's it."

His hips slam against mine with a force that leaves me breathless. Each thrust drives his cock deeper into my tightness, causing me to cry out in pleasure and pain. His growls fill the room, drowning out the sound of our bodies colliding and the desk banging into the wall. Stepdaddy has taken control of me completely, ruining me for any other man.

My nails scratch at his back as my orgasm rolls through me, my walls squeezing his hard shaft, and he chants, "Mine. Mine. Mine." As he pumps his hot, warm cum in my willing pussy.

I make a beeline toward the door. I close the door behind me, leaving the sounds of the party outside behind me, and head toward the kitchen. Being around my Stepfather and not being able to touch him after all these months is tearing me apart.

"There you are." His deep, gravelly voice makes me jump as he comes up behind me.

"How are you?" He inches closer; I can't back away like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Fine," I whisper softly, looking down at my feet.

"Just fine?"

My fingers are aching to reach out for him. I wonder if his heart hurts like mine does. If he's missed me as much as I've missed him. His skin looks sun-kissed, slightly golden than last I saw him. I've been away at college. We agreed to stay away from each other. School is three hours away. We agreed to no weekend visits or lengthy phone calls. He said I needed this, that what we had was intense, and that I needed to be a normal college freshman. I swallow hard, tears brimming in my eyes, remembering how badly his words had hurt.

"I just came in to get some water," I turn and rummage through the fridge. I'm sure there's some bottles in here somewhere…" my voice wanders as I bend forward, peering in.

I hear his sharp intake of breath, and then he says

"Fuck me. The things I'd like to do to that ass." under his breath.

I whip around my big blue eyes that are as big as saucers.

He simply grins at her and shrugs his shoulders.

"I just came to get water," I stutter, backing away until my back hits the counter.

"You said that already.' he smirks.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" he brushes a stray hair that's fallen across my face.

He cups my face, runs a thumb across my lower lip, and chuckles. "I remember not so long ago when you were a young girl with pigtails, braces, and freckles running through the yard."

I scowl, "I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy." I move to go around him. "I should get back to the party," I respond with a huff.

"I've missed you." Instead of backing off and allowing me to pass, he grabs my ass in both hands and quickly lifts me onto the counter so we're face to face.

"Stepdaddy," I gasp. "What are you doing?" Looking over his shoulder to the guests outside. "Someone could catch us."

"I locked the door behind me," he arches a brow in challenge.

He takes my lips with his, and every ounce of resolve I have left washes away. I lean into him and moan into his mouth as he caresses my tongue with his. His huge hands, soft and firm, move down my sides, grabbing my ass and squeezing. I have no control over my hips as they start to grind against him. I can feel his erection through his shorts. The length of him against the thin material of my bikini bottoms makes me wet and ache for every delicious inch of him.

"Stepdaddy…" I gasp, breaking for air.

"I could so easily pull these strings." He loops the ties on my hips through his fingers. "I could eat you right on this counter. I've been thinking about it for months now. I want you so badly, I can practically taste you on my tongue."

"Daddy, someone might see," I whisper breathlessly, my thighs spreading, my pussy throbbing for his touch.

"Let 'em' watch, I'm so desperate for you, baby girl." He's sucking on my neck. "I want your cum dripping down my chin." He brushes his knuckles across the thin material, separating his fingers from the part of me that aches for him. "Mm mm.." he moans, licking a trail up the side of my neck and sucking on my earlobe. "I can feel how wet you are through your suit." His words make my brain stutter. I can't help it; I'm always wet like this around him. I'm seconds from letting him do anything he asks of me.

Suddenly, he scoops and carries me up to my childhood bedroom, depositing me on the bed and my soft pink comforter enveloping me. My mouth waters at the sight of the outline of his massive erection in his swim shorts.

"Tell me, baby girl," the bed sinks as he climbs over me. "Did you let any of those little college boys touch what is mine?" I almost laugh out loud at the thought. Those guys couldn't hold a candle to my stepdaddy. But he takes my silence as admission.

His eyes darken, "Baby girl, I asked you a fucking question." I can feel the anger ripple off of him.

I giggle and run my hands over his tanned, solid shoulders, "You are so hot when you're jealous, Daddy."

His eyes narrow, "you still haven't answered the question. I'm about to make that ass red, little girl."

"Calm down and be nice Daddy; you know I don't want little boys; I only want you."

"You want me to be nice, baby girl?" He whispers against my lips. "I can be nice." He gives me a soft peck. "I can be very nice," his hands caress up and down my sides. The weight of his body on top of mine is delicious. I move my legs so he can rest in between them. "You're teasing me," I lick my lips. "I need you daddy."

"You don't want to be teased, baby girl?" His lips brushed mine again, sending shivers down my spine.

I shake my head.

"Words, little girl. What do you want?" his deep voice rumbles in his chest that's pressed against mine. I can feel my nipples harden in response.

"Fuck me, daddy. Please," I breathe.

"I'll always give you what you ask for." He takes my face and holds me steady as he kisses me. Nibbling my bottom lip, caressing my tongue with his. He explores down my neck and back up to my mouth.

Minutes later, he's worked me into a frenzy. I tug at the hair on the nape of his neck, moaning into his mouth, moving my hips to meet his, trying to get the friction I'm desperate for. It's like he's released something in me hidden deep inside. I lick down his neck, sucking, scraping my teeth along his skin. I'm grinding against him, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him to me like I can't get close enough.

"Please," I moan in desperation.

"Please, what, baby? What do you need?" His warm lips kiss their way down my neck again. He knows what he's doing, working me up like this, taking it slow. I just want his hot hard cock deep inside.

I tear at the ties on my bikini top, letting my breasts spill out.

"Someone's anxious," he whispers against my lips and then sucks my stiff nipple into his mouth. My skin pebbles at the sensation, and I moan, arching my back, craving more. He licks and sucks on my breasts, feasting on my skin, nibbling, gently scraping his teeth against my hardened buds, driving me wild. "These beautiful tits have taunted and teased me for so long. I'm embarrassed to admit the number of times I've jerked off to the thought of them in the last few months," he mumbles, pressing my breasts together while taking both of my aching nipples into his mouth at once. Sucking and rolling his tongue over the hard nubs, I gasp at the sensation. "So beautiful, so soft," he whispers as he rains openmouthed kisses across my chest, his beard tickling my skin.

His hands ravage my body, leaving a fiery trail of longing and desperation in their wake. Every touch ignites a primal hunger within me, urging for more.

"More, Daddy. I need you," I plead with ragged breaths, craving his presence so deeply it physically hurts.

He obeys without hesitation, his rough palms tracing every curve and dip of my body with an almost agonizing slowness. When he reaches the heat between my legs, I'm already dripping with anticipation.

"Like this, baby?" He teases, his fingers expertly navigating my slick pussy before homing in on my achingly sensitive clit. Pleasure shoots through me like a bolt of lightning as he works me into a frenzy, coating his fingers in my own arousal.

I writhe beneath him, begging for more pressure and friction. My desire is consuming me, drowning out any rational thoughts or inhibitions. All I want is to feel my step-daddy inside of me: his hard cock filling me up and wiping away months of pent-up lust.

"Yes, Daddy. Please," I gasp breathlessly.

"Holy fuck, you're soaked," he growls.

"Can you take these off?" My voice cracks as I struggle to remove his shorts, eager to touch his throbbing length that strains against the fabric.

"I want to touch you too, Daddy." My confession hangs heavy in the air, but I can't hold back any longer. I want to surrender myself completely to him; let him claim me as his own and fuck me into oblivion until I forget everything but his name.

"I've been dying for you to touch me, baby," he confesses in a husky voice that sends shivers down my spine.

My trembling hand trails down his shaft through the fabric as I come face to face with his overwhelming desire.

"Don't be shy, baby girl," he encourages, urging me to take control. And I do, eagerly grasping him and relishing the feeling of his hot skin against mine. Despite all we've been through, this man still has the power to instantly make me feel like a shy little girl with a raging crush.

Touch me, baby girl," he begs, kissing up my neck and sucking on my earlobe.

Together, we peel his shorts off, and then both groan simultaneously at the feeling of skin on skin.

"Finally," he moans as he rolls over, taking me with him so I'm straddling him.

His hard cock stands straight up, the large head purple and leaking with pre-cum. I take my thumb and glide it over the tip, hearing him hiss at the sensation, but my fingers halt when I feel smooth metal just below the tip.

"Daddy," I gasp. "Is that?" I look down at him wide-eyed.

"A piercing, yea." He smirks at me as he folds his arms behind his head.

"No," I breathe, my mouth watering at seeing him.

"It's going to make you feel so good, baby girl, rubbing against your wet, hot pussy walls." His breath is ragged. "Touch daddy, baby girl." His eyes are challenging.

His skin feels so hot and smooth I run my fingers across the slight wetness at the bulbous tip of his cock, moving my thumb over the smooth metal balls of his piercing, rubbing it down his shaft, and gripping him at the base. I'm spurred on by the moans coming from him, his quick breaths. His words begged me not to stop. It makes me feel powerful having this effect on him.

"Oh, that's so good, baby girl, don't stop. Just like that," he moans. I listen to his words and how he responds to my touch. He likes my grip firm and is extra sensitive at the tip.

"Perfect, baby. You're doing so well." A sense of pride washes over me. I've learned about Daddy's body so well.

I grip him harder and faster. "Fuck, yes. Oh yes, such a good girl," he moans. His words cause me to get wetter. Yearning to hear how I've pleased him.

"I'm so close," he grunts. "Tell me I can taste you after you've milked my cock. Please, baby girl, I need to taste you," he begs as his body starts to shake. "Just a little taste of your sweet pussy."

"Yes, Daddy," I moan, "I want your mouth on my pussy," and he erupts into my hand, his milky goodness dripping between my fingers. I know the extra stimulation so soon is too much for him, but I can't help but suck the excess off his tip.

I'm barely able to catch my breath before he forcefully flips me over, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself between my legs.