Slick And Sinful Fantasies [ Erotic Short Stories Collection ]

Riding My Stepdaddy [6]

The car hummed back to life, pulling away from the gas station. I shifted on Daddy’s lap, trying to find a position that didn’t feel like I was split open on his thick c**k but there wasn’t one.

Every tiny movement dragged him against my sensitive walls, reminding me he was still buried deep, pulsing, owning me completely.

A soft whimper slipped out as his strong hands settled on my hips under the blanket. He lifted me slowly, just an inch and then guided me back down while thrusting up at the same time. The angle hit so perfectly I clenched hard around him, fluttering helplessly.

Another whimper escaped.

Then, all of a sudden, Mom reached forward and turned the music off.

Silence flooded the car. My heart stopped. Eyes widened in horror and panic. Now every wet slide, every breath, every tiny moan would be audible.

Daddy didn’t care. He kept thrusting. His movement was slow, deep, deliberate strokes that stretched me wide and made my toes curl. I slapped a hand onto his thigh, nails digging in, silently begging him not to go harder and not to take me all the way when Mom could hear everything.

“I’m so excited for this trip!” Mom squealed suddenly, voice bright. “Emma texted me. She and Mark are coming with the kids after all. We’ll have the whole house to ourselves plus them. It’s going to be perfect.”

I forced a smile, even though she couldn’t see it, trying to keep my face neutral while Daddy’s c**k dragged in and out of me in long, possessive strokes.

“You do look excited,” Mom laughed, glancing in the rearview mirror for a second.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper as Daddy hit that spot again. My walls clenched around him involuntarily.

“Maybe,” Mom continued, oblivious, “I can set you up with her son. He’s your age, single, really sweet—”

The words barely registered. All I felt was heat and pressure and the filthy wrongness of clenching around my stepdad’s c**k at the idea of dating someone else.

Then the road changed. It turned rough. Such potholes, gravel, uneven pavement. The car started bouncing. I gasped as the first big bump lifted me and slammed me back down, forcing Daddy’s c**k impossibly deeper. A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest.

“The road’s bad,” Mom muttered, slowing down, but the bumps kept coming.

Daddy’s hands tightened on my hips. He lifted me higher and started thrusting so hard, fast, relentless.

He started using the motion of the car to f**k me deeper than before.

Every jolt drove him into me. His balls slapped against my soaked p***y, the sound muffled by the rattling suspension and tires on gravel, thank God.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“f**k!” I cried out, voice breaking as my third orgasm crashed through me like a wave. I squirted hard, hot and messy, clenching around him in violent spasms.

Daddy’s palm cupped over my p***y instantly, catching the flood, letting it soak his hand and drip down his shaft.

Two more brutal thrusts and I felt him swell inside me. He growled low against my neck, hips jerking as he came, thick, hot ropes of c*m flooding me, filling me until I felt it leak around his c**k.

“Sorry, Lila,” Mom said, gripping the wheel tighter. “This road isn’t good for our new car. Hold tight.”

I was already holding, clinging to the back of the front seat with both hands, forehead pressed to the headrest, body shaking through the aftershocks.

“Yes,” Daddy breathed against my ear, voice rough and satisfied, c**k still pulsing inside me. “Hold tight, doll.”

I couldn’t respond. My eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion and bliss pulling me under. The car rocked gently now, lulling me as Daddy stayed buried deep, keeping every drop of himself inside me.

Within minutes, I was asleep. So wrecked, full, and secretly claimed. I just curled against him like I belonged there all along.

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The car finally rolled to a slow stop in front of a lake house, all warm lights and wooden beams glowing against the late afternoon sun.

Mom let out an excited squeal, threw the car into park, and jumped out almost before the engine fully died.

“Emma!” she shouted, practically running toward the front porch where her best friend stood waving, arms already open for a hug. I barely registered any of it.

I was still impaled on Daddy’s c**k, thighs trembling, his c*m and mine mixed and leaking slowly out of me. Every tiny shift sent aftershocks through my oversensitive body.

A soft whimper slipped out as Daddy’s hands moved to my hips again. He lifted me up, slow, careful movement and his thick length slid out inch by inch until I felt devastatingly empty.

Cool air kissed my soaked p***y and I bit my lip to keep from moaning at the loss.

He tucked himself away quickly, zipping up with one hand while the other steadied me.

I glanced down and winced. His pants were absolutely ruined, a huge wet patch spreading across his lap and thighs, glistening with our mess. My own legs were slick all the way to my knees even more down. The floorboard beneath us was dotted with evidence of what we’d done.

I fumbled blindly under the blanket, fingers finally finding my discarded panties. I yanked them up just as— the door beside me flew open.

Mom’s face appeared, smiling brightly. “Come on, lazy bones, we’re here—”

Her words cut off. Her eyes dropped to my lap, then lower, taking in my soaked skirt clinging transparently to my thighs, the shine of wetness on my skin.

“Why are your clothes wet?” she asked, brow furrowing. I froze, my mouth dry and my brain scrambling. Daddy unfolded himself from the seat behind me, calm as ever.

“She dropped a bottle of water earlier,” he said smoothly, stepping out and stretching like nothing had happened. “Made a real mess.” Mom sighed, shaking her head. “Lila, honestly. You should be careful. You’re a big girl now.”

She turned away to pop the trunk and start hauling out bags, chattering with Emma across the driveway.

The second her back was turned, Daddy’s hand slid under my skirt from behind, cupping one bare ass cheek and squeezing hard enough to make me jolt.

I sucked in a breath, legs wobbling as I climbed out of the car. His lips brushed my ear, voice a dark whisper meant only for me.

“You’re still a dirty little girl for Daddy,” he murmured, giving my ass one last possessive squeeze before letting go. My whole body flushed hot, p***y clenching around nothing, already aching for more.

I stood there on shaky legs, skirt sticking to me and c*m still dripping slowly down my thighs. I somehow managed to smile at Emma waving from the porch like the perfect daughter I definitely wasn’t.