Stepdaddy's Cam Girl Part 4
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A dark, satisfied sound rumbled deep in his chest. “Good girl for telling Daddy the truth.”
He leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep, claiming kiss before moving lower. His lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, then latched onto one n****e through the lace. He sucked hard, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive peak while his hand kneaded the other breast. I arched into him with a whimper, fingers threading through his silver-threaded hair.
Damien didn’t stop there. He kissed his way down my stomach, pushing the baby-doll up and out of the way until I was completely exposed. He settled between my spread thighs, broad shoulders forcing my legs wider. His breath ghosted over my slick, puffy p***y, still leaking his c*m from earlier.
“Look at this pretty little cunt,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “All swollen and messy from Daddy’s c*m. So f*****g beautiful.”
He pressed a soft kiss right above my c**t, then another on each inner thigh, teasing me mercilessly. I squirmed, hips lifting, but he pinned me down with one strong forearm across my lower belly.
“Patience, baby. Daddy’s going to eat this p***y properly. I’ve dreamed about tasting you.”
His tongue finally flicked out—slow, broad, and flat—licking a long stripe from my hole all the way up to my c**t. The moan that tore from my throat was loud and broken. He groaned at my taste, the vibration sending sparks through me.
“f**k, Riley… you taste even better than I imagined. Sweet and filthy, mixed with my c*m. My perfect little stepdaughter.”
He dove in like a man starved. His tongue circled my c**t with precise, teasing strokes—slow at first, then faster, then slow again, keeping me on edge. He sucked the swollen nub into his mouth, humming around it while two thick fingers pushed easily into my c*m-filled p***y. He curled them upward, stroking that spongy spot inside me with expert precision while his tongue worked my c**t relentlessly.
I writhed beneath him, one hand fisting the sheets, the other gripping his hair. “Daddy—oh god—your tongue feels so good—”
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with our combined juices. “That’s right. Tell Daddy how much you love his mouth on your forbidden little cunt. Beg for it.”
“Please,” I gasped, hips grinding against his face. “Please don’t stop. Eat my p***y, Daddy. Make your stepdaughter come on your tongue.”
He growled and attacked me with renewed hunger. His fingers pumped faster, scissoring inside me, stretching me open while his mouth sucked and licked my c**t in rhythmic pulses. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—slurping, sucking, my own desperate moans and whimpers. He added a third finger, curling them perfectly, and the pressure built unbearably fast.
I came hard the first time, back arching off the bed, a broken scream ripping from my throat as my p***y clamped down around his fingers and flooded his mouth. He didn’t stop. He licked me through it, gentler at first, then building again, sucking my oversensitive c**t until I was shaking and trying to push his head away.
“Too much—Daddy—please—”
“You can take it,” he murmured against my folds, voice muffled. “Give me another one. Come again for Daddy.”
He flattened his tongue and licked broad, firm strokes while his fingers f****d me steadily. The second orgasm crashed over me even harder, my thighs clamping around his head as I gushed against his tongue. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down my face. I was sobbing his name, body trembling uncontrollably.
Only then did he pull back, lips and chin glistening. He crawled up my body and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself and his c*m on his tongue. I moaned into the kiss, desperate and addicted.
He positioned himself between my spread thighs again, rubbing the thick, renewed hardness of his c**k up and down my drenched slit.
“Look at me,” he ordered, voice strained with need.
Our eyes locked as he pushed inside—slow this time, letting me feel every thick inch stretching my sensitive walls. The fullness was intense, bordering on too much after two orgasms, but it felt perfect. When he bottomed out, hips flush against mine, we both groaned loudly.
“f**k, Riley… so tight. So wet and hot for your stepdad. This p***y was made for Daddy’s cock.”
He started moving—deep, rolling thrusts that ground against my c**t with every stroke. The bed creaked beneath us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper.
“Harder,” I gasped, nails raking down his back. “Please, Daddy—f**k me harder. Ruin me.”
Something primal flashed in his eyes. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wider, and gave me exactly what I begged for. The pace turned punishing. Skin slapped loudly against skin. My breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. I could feel him so deep it felt like he was rearranging my insides.
“You like that?” he growled, pounding into me relentlessly. “Like getting railed by the man who’s supposed to protect you? Like knowing your stepdad is balls-deep in the same tight cunt he used to read bedtime stories to?”
“Yes—yes, Daddy! Don’t stop—f**k your little girl—”
He reached between us and rubbed my c**t again, fast and firm. The third orgasm hit me without warning, making me scream and clamp down around him like a vice. My vision whited out at the edges as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
Damien f****d me through it, then flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. He yanked my hips up so my ass was high in the air, face pressed into the pillow that still smelled faintly of my mother’s perfume. He slammed back in from behind, one hand fisted in my auburn hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
“This is what you were made for,” he grunted, voice strained as he thrust deep and hard. “Taking Daddy’s c**k like a good little w***e. Feeling me flood this p***y again and again.”
I could only moan and push back, lost in the overwhelming sensation. He reached around and pinched my c**t, sending me into a fourth, smaller orgasm that left me shaking and sobbing into the sheets.
When he finally came, he buried himself as deep as he could and roared, flooding me with another load of hot, thick spurts. I felt every pulse, every jet marking me from the inside, mixing with the previous one until it leaked out around his thick c**k.
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