Chapter 2

Over the next few days, we fell into a dangerous new routine — every night at 8:30, we sat together in the living room to watch the World Cup.

Johan always watched the games shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of loose gray athletic shorts. His broad shoulders, powerful chest, and defined abs glowed under the flickering light of the TV. I couldn't stop stealing glances.

Tonight's match against England was intense.

"Come here, baby," Johan said halfway through the first half, patting his thick thigh. "Sit on Daddy's lap. It'll be more fun this way."

My heart pounded as I obeyed. I climbed onto his lap, sitting sideways, wearing only his oversized old national team jersey. The hem barely covered my ass, and underneath I had on just a thin pair of white panties.

The moment I settled down, I felt it.

His cock was already half-hard, and as I sat, it grew rapidly, swelling into a thick, burning rod that pressed directly against the soft cleft of my ass. The heat was insane — heavy, throbbing, and unmistakably huge.

Johan wrapped one strong arm around my waist, pulling me tighter against his chest. His chin rested on my shoulder, and when he spoke, his warm breath brushed right against my sensitive neck.

"Look at that pass, Miranda," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through me. "The midfield needs to be more aggressive… Can you feel the tension?"

Every word he said sent hot air across my skin. His breath was humid and steady, teasing my neck and ear, making me shiver. I could feel his muscular chest rising and falling against my back.

I should have moved. I should have shifted away.

But I didn't. Instead, I subtly adjusted my hips, pressing my soft ass more firmly against that massive, burning hardness beneath me.

Johan's arm tightened around my waist. His cock twitched hard between my cheeks, now fully erect and pulsing with heat. It felt so thick, so heavy, like it was trying to push through the thin fabric separating us.

"Comfortable, baby?" he asked, his voice lower and rougher than usual, lips brushing my ear.

"Yes, Daddy…" I whispered, my voice trembling.

I stayed there for the entire second half — sitting on my stepfather's lap, feeling his rock-hard cock throb against my ass while he continued whispering tactics and commentary into my ear. Every time the game got exciting, his hips would shift slightly, grinding that fat shaft against me.

My pussy was aching.

By the time the U.S. scored the winning goal in stoppage time, I was soaked. My panties were completely drenched, my juices leaking onto his thigh.

Johan held me even tighter as he celebrated, his thick cock pressing upward with raw need. His hot breath poured against my neck as he groaned in excitement.

When the match finally ended, I stayed on his lap a few moments longer than necessary, reluctant to leave the burning heat beneath me.

Eventually, I slipped away and hurried to my room.

The second I closed the door, I leaned against it, breathing hard. I slid my hand under the jersey and touched my panties — they were drenched, sticky, and dripping.

I had sat on my Daddy's lap for nearly two hours… with his hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks the entire time.

And I had loved every second of it.

I buried my face in my pillow, shame and arousal twisting violently inside me.

Tomorrow night, I already knew — I would sit on his lap again.