Chapter 4

The second half of the match had started, but I was no longer thinking about soccer at all.

I was still sitting on Johan's lap, my soaked pussy pressed firmly against his massive, throbbing cock. The thin fabric of my panties was completely drenched, and I knew he could feel the wet heat leaking onto him.

Johan's breathing had grown heavier. His strong arms remained wrapped around my waist, holding me possessively in place. His lips hovered dangerously close to my ear, his hot breath caressing my sensitive skin with every exhale.

"Baby…" he murmured, his voice low and husky, "you're so warm tonight. Daddy can feel how hot you are right here."

His big hand slowly slid higher up my thigh, fingers slipping just under the hem of the oversized jersey. The rough pads of his fingers brushed against the edge of my panties, making me tremble.

I let out a tiny, involuntary whimper.

"D-Daddy…" I breathed, my voice shaking.

"Shhh," he soothed, pressing a soft, lingering kiss just below my ear. "It's okay, babygirl. Just relax. Let Daddy hold you."

His cock twitched hard beneath me, the thick shaft pulsing strongly against my soaked slit. I could feel the fat head nudging right against my clit through the ruined panties. Every small movement of his hips made it rub against me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

I was losing control.

My hips started moving on their own — tiny, subtle rocks, grinding my dripping pussy along the length of his massive erection. The wet friction was obscene. I could hear the soft, slick sounds every time I moved.

Johan groaned quietly in my ear, the sound deep and masculine.

"Fuck, Miranda… you feel so good," he whispered hotly, his breath scorching my neck. "You're soaking Daddy's cock, baby. I can feel how wet your little pussy is."

His words made me clench hard. More slick juices gushed out of me, completely drenching the front of his shorts.

I was so ashamed… but I couldn't stop.

My hand moved before I could think. Trembling fingers slowly slid down between our bodies until I brushed against the massive bulge straining in his shorts.

Johan's breath hitched sharply.

"Babygirl…" he growled softly, voice thick with lust, "what are you doing?"

"I… I don't know…" I whispered, ashamed and unbearably aroused. My fingers traced the thick outline of his cock through the fabric. It was so big. So incredibly hard. "It's just… really hot…"

Johan let out a low, rumbling groan and tightened his arm around me.

"Go on," he encouraged, his voice dark and gentle at the same time. "Touch it, sweetheart. Daddy wants you to feel how hard you make him."

My heart was pounding wildly. I slipped my hand inside his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his thick, burning cock for the first time.

"Oh my God…" I gasped.

It was huge. Much thicker than I imagined. The skin was silky soft over steel-hard flesh, veins pulsing strongly against my palm. It throbbed powerfully in my grip, leaking hot precum that coated my fingers.

Johan moaned deeply, his hips pushing up slightly, fucking into my hand.

"That's it, baby… just like that," he praised, his voice rough with pleasure. "Stroke Daddy's cock. Nice and slow."

I obeyed, moving my hand up and down his massive shaft in slow, tentative strokes. The heat was incredible. Every throb, every twitch, every drop of precum made my pussy clench with need.

Johan's hand slid higher under my jersey, cupping my breast possessively, his thumb brushing over my painfully hard nipple.

"You're such a good girl," he whispered hotly against my ear, breathing heavily. "Sitting on Daddy's lap, jerking his cock while we watch the game… My sweet little babygirl is getting so naughty."

I whimpered loudly, stroking him faster, twisting my wrist around the swollen head just like I'd seen in videos. His cock was leaking so much now, making my hand slick and messy.

The game was completely forgotten.

All that existed was the heavy, throbbing cock in my hand, my stepfather's hot breath on my neck, and the overwhelming shame and pleasure burning through my body.

"Miranda…" Johan groaned, his voice strained, "you're gonna make Daddy cum if you keep going like that…"