Chapter 3

The U.S. team was facing one of their toughest group stage matches yet. The living room was dimly lit, only the glow of the massive projector screen illuminating the space. The atmosphere felt heavier tonight — more charged.

Johan was already sitting in the center of the couch when I walked in. He wore nothing but those loose gray athletic shorts again. His powerful thighs were spread slightly, muscles relaxed but still imposing.

"Miranda," he called softly, his voice warm and low. "Come here, baby. Sit with Daddy tonight. We need to watch this wonderful game just like we did yesterday."

My heart fluttered nervously. I hesitated for a second, but my body was already moving toward him. I climbed onto his lap, straddling one of his thick, muscular thighs. The moment my soft ass settled down, I felt the unmistakable heat of his cock beneath me.

It wasn't fully hard yet — but it was heavy, thick, and warm, resting against my barely-covered pussy like a sleeping beast.

Johan let out a quiet, satisfied hum as he wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling my back flush against his bare chest. His chin rested gently on my shoulder, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing against the side of my neck.

"Good girl." he said, his deep voice vibrating through his chest into my back.

The game started. For the first ten minutes, we stayed relatively still. His big hands rested innocently on my bare thighs, thumbs making slow, gentle circles on my skin. Each stroke sent little sparks traveling up my legs and straight to my core.

As the match grew more intense, Johan's body heat seemed to increase. His cock slowly thickened beneath me, gradually swelling and hardening until it pressed firmly between my ass cheeks, the thick shaft nestled right against my pussy lips.

I bit my lip hard.

This is wrong… This is so wrong…

But I didn't move away. If anything, I subtly shifted my weight, pressing my soft, warm pussy more firmly down onto that growing hardness.

Johan's breath hitched. His lips were now dangerously close to my ear.

"Look at that midfield control," he murmured, his hot breath brushing my sensitive skin with every word. "They need to push forward more… Can you feel the pressure building, baby?"

His voice was low, intimate, like he was sharing a secret only the two of us could hear. Every syllable sent warm air across my neck, making me shiver.

I nodded weakly, pretending to focus on the game.

His hands continued their slow exploration — sliding slightly higher up my thighs, then back down, then a little higher again. The rough texture of his palms against my smooth skin felt electric. My breathing was becoming shallow.

His cock was now fully erect — a massive, burning rod trapped between my ass and his body. I could feel it throbbing steadily, the thick head nudging against my soaked panties with every small movement he made while reacting to the game.

I was getting wetter by the minute. My juices were slowly leaking out, soaking my thin panties and beginning to coat the front of his shorts where his cock pressed against me.

Johan's arms tightened around my waist. He pulled me even closer, my back completely molded to his chest.

"You look so hot, baby," he whispered directly into my ear, his lips grazing the shell. "Do you need me to get you a glass of ice water?

His breath was so hot. So close. Every exhale sent tingles racing down my spine and straight to my throbbing clit.

"No, I don't need ice water, Daddy," I suppressed my moan, "the game is too exciting. I don't want to miss a single second. Please don't leave."

I could feel my nipples hardening against the soft fabric of the jersey. My pussy clenched involuntarily, squeezing out more slick nectar onto his hard cock.

God… I'm soaking Daddy's cock while we watch the World Cup…

The shame burned through me like fire, but it only made me wetter. I wanted to grind against him so badly, but I forced myself to stay still — just barely rocking my hips in the tiniest, most shameful movements.

Johan noticed. His hands squeezed my thighs a little harder, fingers digging in possessively.

"Everything okay, babygirl?" he asked, voice slightly huskier now. His lips brushed my ear again as he spoke.

I could only nod, too embarrassed and aroused to speak properly.

We stayed like that for the rest of the first half — me sitting obediently on my stepfather's lap, his massive erection throbbing steadily against my dripping pussy, while he continued whispering game commentary into my ear, his hot breath teasing my neck the entire time.

By halftime, my panties were completely ruined.

And I still didn't want to move.