3. ‘M Gonna Pee, Daddy
Matt flung the panties away, his focus now locked on her dripping slit. He cupped her mound, squeezing gently before parting her lips, revealing her puffy clit.
His index finger circled it slowly, teasing.
“Ah! Daddy—!” Her hips jerked, a bolt of pleasure shooting through her.
He didn’t stop.
He flicked, rubbed, and circled her clit until her moans filled the living room, her back arching and her tits bouncing in her top as he worked her clit faster, harder.
“It feels so good, Daddy,” she whined, her thighs trembling as her hips kept jerking forward.
Matt pinned her down with his free hand, his grip bruising against her hip.
“I know it does, baby. But I need you to stop moving around,” he growled, his finger sliding down to her soaked entrance, gathering her wetness before dragging it back up to her throbbing clit.
Princess jolted, a sharp cry tearing from her lips.
“Daddy!”
Matt smirked. “You like that, baby?”
She nodded frantically, her hips bucking. “Y-Yes!”
He did it again, slower this time, dragging his finger through her slick folds before circling her clit. Princess screamed, her back arching off the couch.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, spreading her juices with his fingers.
“You love this, don’t you? Love Daddy touching your pretty little pussy?”
Princess could only whimper, her body writhing as he rubbed her faster, harder. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her tits bouncing with every jerk of her hips.
Princess bit her lip, her eyes rolling back as unimaginable pleasure consumed her whole. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body coiling tighter and tighter.
“Daddy, ’m gonna pee!” she sobbed, her thighs clamping around his hand.
Matt’s grin turned wicked as he watched her fall apart—hair wild, lips swollen, cunt dripping for him.
He could feel it…
She was close. So fucking close.
He wondered if he should stop, because he knew once his innocent stepdaughter had a taste of what it felt like to orgasm, she would never stop wanting it.
But at the same time, he wanted to see her scream and cum on his fingers like his fucking little slut.
“No, baby. You’re not gonna pee.” He leaned down and spread her clamped thighs wide, his breath hot against her pussy.
“You’re gonna cum for Daddy.” He growled hungrily, and then he devoured her. His mouth crashed onto her pussy, his tongue licking a hot, wet stripe from her entrance to her clit.
Princess shrieked, her hands flying to his hair, yanking as he ate her out like a man starved.
Fuck, she tasted even better than she smelled.
Sweet, tangy, perfect.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly, and Princess lost it.
“DADDY!” she screamed, her hips jerking wildly.
“I—ohmygod—I’m—AHHH!”
Her first ever orgasm hit her like a train.
Her whole body locked up, her cunt clenching around nothing as pleasure exploded through her. Matt didn’t let up; he licked her through it, drinking every last drop of her cum as she sobbed his name.
And then—
HONK. HONK.
Elena’s car honked as it drove into the garage.
Matt’s head snapped up, panic flooding his veins.
Fuck. FUCK.
“Princess, we have to stop,” he hissed, pulling away.
But her little hands dug into his hair, forcing him back between her thighs.
“No! Don’t stop yet, please!”
Matt glanced at the door. Elena would be inside in minutes, but Princess was so close to having her second orgasm, and she wouldn’t let go until he gave her what she wanted.
Fuck it.
He had less than five minutes to make this wild little stepdaughter of his cum for him again.
He didn’t waste time. He dove back in, his tongue plunging into her tight little hole this time, fucking her with it as his thumb rubbed furious circles on her clit.
Princess screamed, her legs shaking violently.
“DADDY! IT’S COMING AGAIN!”
And just like that, she exploded again, her juices gushing into his mouth as she shattered on his tongue.
Matt groaned, his own orgasm hitting him hard for the second time, his cock pulsing in his pants as he came untouched, his cum soaking through his sweatpants.
The pleasure crashed over them, leaving them weak, panting, and exhausted on the couch.
“Matt! You didn’t take out the trash again?!” Elena’s angry voice ripped through their exhaustion, crashing the blissful moment between them.
“Go to your room!” Matt barked at Princess, who scrambled up, her legs wobbly, her face flushed.
Matt grabbed the air freshener from the center table, spraying it everywhere, drowning out the scent of sex.
He sprayed himself, his pants, the couch—but fuck, he could still taste her on his lips.
He looked around, making sure everything is in place. Princess had disappeared into her room, and everything looked normal until…….
…….. His eyes landed on Princess’s flimsy underwear lying carelessly behind the couch.
“Shit!”
He lunged, grabbed and stuffed them into his pocket just as Elena walked in.
“Are you okay?” she asked, frowning at him suspiciously.
Sweat broke out on his forehead but he quickly forced a smile, his heart pounding heavily.
“Yes, of course… Welcome home, honey.”
