Slick And Sinful Fantasies [ Erotic Short Stories Collection ]

Riding His Stepdaddy [3]

Daddy’s fingers kept rubbing me through the drenched lace, agonizingly slow circles that dragged over my c**t again and again without ever giving me the pressure I desperately needed.

Every stroke felt like torture. So delicious, unbearable torture. My thighs trembled harder, spreading wider on their own until my legs dangled over each side of his, completely open for him under the blanket.

I felt like a needy b***h but I wanted him. I craved him.

“Lean back if you want, Lila,” Daddy’s deep voice rumbled behind me, calm and casual. “You can’t sit straight up for hours like that.”

“He’s right, honey,” Mom chimed in from the driver’s seat, eyes on the road. “You’ll get cramped. Relax and we’ll be there soon.”

I nodded weakly. My breath was already ragged, and I let myself sink back. My spine met the solid wall of his chest. My head fell against his shoulder.

His hot breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of my neck, raising goosebumps everywhere.

The second I settled, he pressed his finger harder, just a little,right on my swollen c**t. I jerked like I’d been shocked, a sharp curse ripping out of me before I could stop it.

“f**k!”

Mom jumped in her seat, hands tightening on the wheel. “What the heck, Lila!”

“What happened, doll?” Alex asked, voice dripping with fake concern while his fingers never stopped their slow torment.

“N-nothing,” I stammered, cheeks burning. “Just… my leg got cramped.”

Mom sighed dramatically. “Seriously, Lila, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” She launched into a little lecture about watching my language, but I barely heard a word.

All I could feel was the tight knot winding low in my belly, pulling tighter with every lazy circle of my daddy’s fingers. I reached down instinctively, wrapping my hand around his thick wrist, trying to still him, trying to beg for mercy without words.

I was close and I did not know if we should but I could not help but buck my hips.

He didn’t stop. Instead, he lifted his hand just enough to give my p***y a gentle, warning slap through the soaked fabric.

I clenched hard,everywhere and soon, the knot snapped.

My eyes rolled back. A rush of heat flooded out of me, soaking my panties completely, spilling onto his pants in a warm, shameful mess. My body twitched in tiny aftershocks, boneless against him. My p***y throbbed and pulsated as warm liquid gushed out of my p***y soaking everything underneath me.

Daddy shifted slightly, breaking the silence. “Can you put on some good music, love?”

Mom grinned and reached for the stereo. “Of course.” A second later, a loud, thumping playlist filled the car, bass heavy, perfect cover.

I sagged against his chest, panting quietly, thighs still trembling. His lips brushed my ear, voice a dark growl only I could hear.

“Do you want more, doll?”

A helpless whimper slipped out of me. Yes, I wanted more. I wanted his thick c**k inside of me. I wanted him all to ruin me, unravel me. Make me a mess.

I nodded against his shoulder, too worked up to care about anything except the ache he’d just made ten times worse.

“Use your mouth,” he ordered, low and commanding.

My obedience was instant.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whispered, voice shaky and desperate.

“I… I want more.”