Ruined By The Coby Twins

ALWAYS LISTEN TO STEPDADDY 2

AMY'S POV

He tasted like mint.

That was the one detail that dismissed everything. All the guilt, all the overthinking, all the very good reasons this was a terrible idea.

Stepdad's hand moved from my jaw to the back of my neck and he was kissing me like he was trying to teach me a lesson.

And I kissed him back. Hard.

Before I even decided to.

My hands found the front of his tight shirt and fisted there and he made a low sound against my mouth that traveled straight down my spine.

He pulled back.

Looked at me. Eyes dark. Jaw tight. The salt and pepper beard close enough that I could feel the heat from his tan skin.

"Take it off," he said. Even though it sounded more like a command than a request.

My hands were already moving to the hem of my thin dress.

He watched me pull it over my head with an expression that made every inch of my skin feel like it was being seen properly for the first time.

His eyes moved down my chest, my stomach, back up. Slow. Like he was deciding where to devour first.

He reached out and cupped my breast with one hand, thumb dragging across my n****e. My breath hitched.

Fuck!

"Lie back," he said.

I laid back on his bed.

He stood at the edge looking down at my p***y, still wet from Connor's battering.

Then he dropped to his knees, pulled my hips toward him and latched his mouth between my legs.

I grabbed the sheets instantly as my stepdad ate my p***y with so much passion like he was starving… like I'd been starving him since the first day mum brought him home.

He worked long slow strokes of his tongue through my folds, finding every place that made my hips roll, then settling on my c**t with a patience that was somehow worse than urgency.

My thighs shook on either side of his head. I pressed them together and he pushed them back open without pausing.

"Oh gosh…" My voice came out broken and helpless. "Oh gosh, please…"

He sucked my super stiff c**t hard into his mouth.

And I came immediately. Right there with my fingers digging into the bedsheets and my back arching off the mattress.

Yet his mouth still worked through every wave while I sobbed into the quiet room.

He didn't stop until I was clawing at his shoulders.

Then he stood up.

Pulled his shirt over his head and I saw all of him. The width of his massive pecs, the devastating outline of his hard abs, the salt and pepper hair across his chest, and the absolute stillness of a man completely in control of himself, of this room… of me.

Fuck!

When his belt and jeans rolled down, I understood every single warning he had ever given me.

Connor had a curved c**k that dragged my walls. Well, my stepdad had something that made it look like a joke.

Thick. Hard. Long enough to make my mouth go dry. I stared at it the way you stared at something that made you genuinely reconsider your previous life choices.

He climbed over me.

Gripped both my wrists in one hand. Pinned them above my head against the pillow. Looked down at my face with those dark eyes.

"You still want to tell me nothing happened?" he said.

"That was different…" I muttered. Eyes fixed on his throbbing c**k.

"Was it." Not a question.

He reached between us. Ran the oversized tip of his c**k through my folds in one slow deliberate stroke.

I gasped at the contact, hips lifting toward him before I'd decided anything.

Still, he did it again. Slower.

"Daddy…"

"Don't." His jaw tightened. "Don't call me that right now."

"Why?"

"Because I'm trying to go slow." His eyes moved across my face. "Stop looking at me like that."

He pressed his tip against my entrance.

Held it there.

My whole body was trembling, trying so hard not to push against him.

Against his massive c**k.

"Tell me what I told you," he said.

"What?"

He pressed slightly forward. Just enough. The stretch of him even at the very beginning made my eyes close.

My mouth released a silent moan.

"What did I tell you about boys?"

"Dad…"

He pushed in another inch and I choked on a sound.

My walls were already stretching around him and he'd barely started.

"Answer me."

"Stay away from them… f**k," I breathed. "You, you said, stay away from them."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not…" Another inch. My fingers clenched in his grip above my head. "Because I'm not ready for what they want."

He looked at me. Something moved across his face.

"Were you ready for Connor?"

"No," I admitted. My voice had turned into a whisper.

I guess I wasn't convincing enough.

Because his hands slid under me and before I could react, he lifted. His c**k still halfway in my p***y.

Then he dropped back onto the bed, dragging me down with him.

I landed on top of him, breath knocked out of me, thighs bracketing his waist as his hands gripped my hips, firm.

He raised me just enough for his tip to sit right at my entrance. Holding me there.

Suspended.

"Tell me the truth, Amy." His voice had dropped to something low and dangerous.

"What did I tell you?"

"I... I don't remember," I tried. Desperate. Stalling on purpose.

His face darkened.

And in a split second.

He slammed me down.

Every single inch.

All at once.

No warning. No buildup.

Just the brutal and immediate fullness of his entire c**k splitting me open from tip to base and filling every corner of my insides simultaneously.

Fuck!!

The scream that tore out of my throat was the most embarrassing sound I had ever made in my life.

It literally echoed off the walls.

Stepdad didn't budge. Didn't pull back.

Didn't offer the slightest syllable of apology.

He sat completely still inside me while my p***y walls spasmed and clenched around his thickness in frantic helpless waves and my whole body shook with the overwhelming stretch of it.

Not Connor.

Not even close to Connor.

Connor's curved c**k became a silly, almost embarrassing memory.

This was something else entirely.

This was my walls being stretched beyond what I thought they could take and my body deciding immediately, greedily, that it wanted more.

"Fuuuck," I sobbed into the air. "Daddy, oh the f**k…"

A grunt escaped. Low and rough from his chest. The first real crack in his composure.

He raised me up slowly. His c**k dragging out of my soaked p***y in a way that made a wet obscene sound that I felt in my face.

My walls clenched desperately around the withdrawal vacuum like they were trying to hold him there.

He held me suspended again.

Tip at my entrance. f*****g slick with my own juice.

"Answer me, Amy." Sharper now. His jaw tight. Hips ready. "What did I tell you."

"Wait,” I begged. Panic and want fighting each other so hard I could barely form words. "Wait, please, Daddy, don't slam me onto your c**k again, I'll confess. I'll tell you everything, please just…"

His face twitched into something angrier.

"Don't waste my time, girl. Speak."

I swallowed.

My thighs were quivering in his bulky arms.

I was helpless.