2. My Naughty Stepdaughter

The aftershocks of pleasure still pulsed through Matt’s body, his cock twitching weakly in his pants as the last drops of cum soaked into the fabric.

But the second his mind cleared, guilt crashed into him like a fist to the chest.

He jerked his hand away as if burned, his chest heaving.

What the fuck am I doing?

He dragged a hand down his face, his stomach twisting.

He remembered everything.

The way she had moaned, the way her little body had trembled against him—Christ, he had lost control.

And now, shame burned through him like acid.

This is my stepdaughter. How could I do this?

“Daddy… are you okay?”

Princess’s voice snapped him back. She was watching him with those big, doe eyes, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks still flushed from what he’d just done to her.

She looked ruined—hair messy, thighs sticky, her tiny nipples hard under her thin top. And she had no fucking idea what she’d just unleashed in him.

Matt swallowed hard. “I’m fine, princess.” His voice came out rough, strained.

But she wasn’t buying it.

She’d seen the way his hips had jerked when he came in his pants like some fucking teenager. She didn’t understand what had happened, but she knew something had.

“Did I do something wrong?” she pressed, biting her plush lower lip in that way that made his dick twitch all over again.

Yes. Everything about you is wrong. You’re fucking killing me.

“Yes, you did!” he snapped at her suddenly, his control fraying.

Princess flinched, her eyes widening.

But then—fuck—she did it again. That lip bite. That innocent, infuriating little tease that made him lose every ounce of control and pride he was trying to cling to.

His anger evaporated instantly, replaced by something far more dangerous.

“I’m sorry, princess,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “But I shouldn’t be doing this. I gotta go.”

He stood abruptly, desperate to put space between them before he did something even more unforgivable.

But Princess burst into tears.

Not just tears—tantrums.

Her little body shook with sobs, her face crumpling as she clutched at his arm.

“Daddy, no! Don’t leave!”

Matt froze.

It was already 6 PM. Elena could walk in any minute, and if she saw her daughter like this, his entire life would crumble.

He couldn’t afford that. He had no choice but to succumb to her demands.

Fuck.

With a reluctant sigh, he sat back down and pulled her against his bare chest, trying to pacify her. But the second her soft skin pressed against him, his breath hitched.

Big mistake.

Her nipples brushed his torso, her warm little body molding against him like she was made to fit there. And just like that, his cock was hard again, thick and aching, trapped painfully in his sweatpants.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath, shoving her away before she could feel it.

“Princess, you have to stop crying. Mom’s gonna be back soon, remember? You promised to keep our little secret safe.”

But Princess wasn’t listening. Her tears slowed, replaced by something far more dangerous.

“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling but stubborn.

“I liked what you were doing earlier, let’s continue.”

Before he could stop her, her tiny hands grabbed his wrist and shoved his palm back between her legs.

Matt’s brain short-circuited.

Her pussy was still soaked—but even more now.

Hot, slick arousal coated his fingers instantly, her little cunt pulsing against his touch. And then—fuck—she started grinding against him, rolling her hips in slow, sinful circles.

“Daddy, please,” she begged, her voice breathy. “Don’t stop now… I want more.”

Her hips kept rolling shamelessly against his trapped hand. She couldn’t stop—wouldn’t stop—not when each desperate grind sent fresh bolts of pleasure through her veins.

Matt’s breath hitched as he watched her, mesmerized.

How the fuck did she learn to move like that?

Matt’s cock throbbed, precum leaking from the tip as he watched her fuck herself on his hand.

Jesus Christ.

He should stop this.

He knew he should, but his body wasn’t listening. His body betrayed him, his cock pulsing hard as she fucked herself on his hand, her tight little pussy gripping him like she never wanted to let go.

Fuck…

His fingers twitched, curling slightly against her pussy, and Princess moaned, her back arching.

That was it. His control snapped.

In one rough motion, he shoved her back onto the couch, her legs splaying wide for him.

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

He hooked a finger into the side of her soaked silk panties and yanked them aside, exposing her completely.

Fuck.

His mouth watered.

She was bare—no hair, just smooth, tender skin, her puffy little lips glistening with arousal. Her clit was swollen, a perfect little bud, and her entrance—Christ—it was so tiny, so pink, already fluttering like it was hungry for him.

“Fuck,” Matt growled, his cock jerking in his pants, desperate to be inside her.

He needed more.

With a rough yank, he tore her panties off completely, bringing the drenched fabric to his nose.

He inhaled deep, his eyes rolling back as her scent—floral, spicy, pure fucking sin—hit his senses hard.

“Hnngh… fuck, princess. You smell so fucking good,” he groaned, his cock throbbing painfully inside his sweatpants.

Princess whimpered, watching him sniff her panties like an animal, her own arousal gushing out of her at the sight.

“You… like it, Daddy?” she breathed, spreading her legs wider, her pink hole clenching hungrily.

“Like it? I fucking love it, baby.”