Slick And Sinful Fantasies [ Erotic Short Stories Collection ]

Riding My Stepdaddy [5]

I gulped hard, my heart still racing from the orgasm that had left me limp and dripping on Daddy’s lap. Mom sighed dramatically up front. “The tank was full when we left. Now the fuel’s already low. Figures.”

Relief flooded me so fast I almost moaned again. Thank God. We weren’t caught. Just a stupid empty tank.

“Well, we’ll pull into the next gas station,” Mom continued. “Do you guys need anything? Lila? Alex?”

I was still trying to catch my breath, Daddy’s finger idly tracing my slick folds under the blanket like he owned them which, at this point, he absolutely did.

“Y-yeah,” I managed, voice shaky. “Just… ice cream.”

“Nothing for me,” Daddy said smoothly. “I’m good.”

Mom nodded. “Okay, I’ll make a quick run inside.”

The second her door slammed shut and she disappeared toward the brightly lit convenience store, Daddy’s hand cracked down on my bare ass under the blanket.

I yelped.

“Such a greedy little w***e for Daddy, aren’t you?” he growled against my ear, voice thick with lust. “Coming all over my fingers like a desperate slut while Mommy’s right there.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I was already throbbing again. He squeezed my ass hard. “Lift it up, doll. Now.”

I glanced frantically out the tinted windows. The cars at pumps, people walking around, lights everywhere. “Someone might see- ”

His palm landed again, sharper this time. The sting shot straight to my c**t.

“Obey me, Lila. Unless you want me to bend you over the hood and f**k you where everyone can watch what a filthy girl you are for your daddy’s cock.”

I whimpered, but my hips were already rising.

The sound of his zipper was loud in the sudden quiet. Cool air hit my wet p***y as he spread my cheeks wide with both hands, exposing me completely. Then I felt it, his thick, blunt tip sliding through my soaked folds, coating himself in the mess I’d already made.

I moaned louder than I should have, head falling back against his shoulder.

“Hold it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Guide Daddy inside that tight little cunt.”

My hand shook as I reached down, fingers wrapping around his shaft. God, he was huge. So hot, velvet hard and pulsing. I lined him up slowly, teasing my entrance for only a second before desperately sinking down.

The stretch burned perfectly. The tip popped in and I sank slowly, inch by thick inch, until my ass met his thighs and he was buried to the hilt. My walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust to the impossible fullness.

I collapsed back against his chest with a broken moan, mouth open, eyes glassy.

He rubbed my c**t once, smearing my wetness everywhere. Then his strong hands hooked under my thighs, lifting and spreading me wide, propping my legs up so I was completely impaled and open for him.

“Keep an eye out for Mommy,” he rasped, “while Daddy f***s his babygirl’s dripping little cunt.”

He started thrusting. Such deep, steady strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside me. The wet sound of him sliding in and out was obscene under the blanket but I couldn’t care. My toes curled and my fingers kept digging into the seat.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered, voice climbing. “Oh my Goddd—”

My hand slipped under the blanket, rubbing my c**t frantically. I was so sensitive from coming twice already that the third was building fast, coiling tight and hot.

Then I saw Mom walking back across the lot, ice cream in one hand, bag in the other.

“Daddy- Mom-” I cried softly, panic and pleasure crashing together. He smirked, slowing just enough to torture me. “Is she?”

I was too far gone to lie. “Faster- please-”

He stopped completely, buried deep, and lowered my legs gently. The blanket fell back into place just as he adjusted me like I was simply sitting normally.

“Good girls don’t give orders,” he murmured, dark amusement in his voice. “They obey.”

The driver’s door opened. Cool air rushed in, making my hardened n*****s to ache.

Mom slid back into her seat and handed me a vanilla cone. “Here, sweetie. What happened to your face? You’re sweating bullets. Are you okay?”

I forced a smile, feeling every inch of Daddy’s c**k throbbing inside me, stretching me wide. “Yes-s- just… car sickness.”

Daddy’s hand squeezed my ass under the blanket. “Don’t worry, Isa,” he said calmly. “She’s strong. She can handle way bigger things than a little car sickness.”

I bit my lip to keep from moaning at the double meaning.

Mom laughed softly. “I know my baby’s strong. She can handle things better than me sometimes.”

I nodded weakly, shifting just enough to feel him twitch inside me. I could handle Daddy’s c**k better than her and right now, I was proving it.

“Have some ice,” Mom said, starting the engine. “It’ll help.”

Daddy’s voice was pure sin. “Yeah, doll. Suck on that ice nice and slow. It’ll help longer.” Mom nodded obliviously. “Yes, Lila. Listen to your daddy.”

His fingers dug into my hip, holding me down on his c**k.

“Yes,” he added quietly, just for me. “Always obey your daddy.”