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Playing with Her Stepdad | Bonus Scene

“Ella,” Mom called. “You left your clothes in the washer again.”

“I’ll move them in a minute,” I told her.

“You’ll move them now. When you go back to college, you can’t do this to your roommates.”

“Fine,” I said as I closed the book I was reading.

I’d been waiting all day for Mom to go somewhere so that I could tempt my stepfather to f**k me. All I had to do was call him Daddy, and he was hard as a rock. I guess it’s a kink we both share. But Mom was in a cleaning frenzy, hence getting on my case about the laundry.

I was grumbling to myself in the laundry room, moving my clothes from the washer to the dryer when I felt a hand slide up the back of my thigh. Daddy.

“One day, I’m going to f**k you just like this,” he said as he moved up behind me and pressed his half-hard erection against my ass.

“No time like the present,” I told him.

And that was the moment we heard Mom coming down the stairs. With a sigh, I continued what I was doing while Daddy stepped away.

“There you are,” Mom said. “Are you done exercising? I need some help organizing the garage.”

“Just taking a break, looking for a towel,” Daddy said as he took a clean towel from the top of the dryer.

“Ella, I need you to fold the rest of the towels and stack them in the linen closet upstairs.”

“Okay,” I said as I watched Daddy walk away.

I loved it when he was in nothing but his athletic shorts. It reminded me of the first time he f****d me. My body tingled at the flood of memories.

After folding the towels, I carried them upstairs and put them in the linen closet, like Mom asked me to. As I was closing the cabinet door, Daddy came up the stairs. I was about to offer to let him rub a little of his sweat on my bare skin when I heard Mom moving around in their bedroom.

As he walked by me, Daddy plucked my n****e and whispered, “Later.”

I bit my lip and nodded. Since Mom wasn’t going anywhere, we were going to have to sneak it in when we could.

“Really?” Daddy asked from inside my parent’s bedroom. “You knew I’d need a shower after I worked out.”

“Actually, I didn’t think about it. I just wanted to knock this off the list while I waited for you to help me in the garage.”

“Fine,” Daddy huffed. “I’ll go shower in the guest bathroom.”

I smiled as I stepped into my own room for a second. I heard Daddy pass by my door. When I heard the hall bathroom door click shut, I waited for just a second. When the lock didn’t click into place, I smiled as I stepped out of my room.

Listening for the perfect time, I heard the water spurt on. I couldn’t hear the rustle of Daddy’s clothes as he took them off, but that was probably because the sound of water hitting tile hid the whisper of material hitting the floor.

Then came my signal. The shower curtain rings clanged against each other and scraped over the bar that held them up. When the same sound came again, letting me know that Daddy was actually in the shower, I slowly twisted the doorknob.

Wearing nothing but a towel as I snuck inside the bathroom. Dropping my towel beside the sink, I pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped over the lip of the tub, joining Daddy.

“Ella,” he scolded quietly. “Your mother is one wall away. And chances are she’s going to come in here and kick me out so she can clean this bathroom.”

Disregarding his protests, I lowered to my knees. Daddy couldn’t resist my mouth. Looking up at him, I licked my lips.

“f**k,” he groaned.

I watched in fascination as his d**k rose, going from half-hard to fully erect in seconds. Like it was pointing right to my mouth, telling us both what it wants.

“You know I can’t f*****g resist you,” Daddy whispered.

“I know, Daddy,” I said as I leaned forward and sucked his crown into my mouth.

His hand swooped down and cupped the back of my head. He held me there while his hips thrust forward, gently at first. Then his other hand tilted my chin up.

“Look at me as I stretch those lush lips.”

His gaze locked on mine, only leaving to dart down and watch his length disappear into my mouth. The desperate hunger in his eyes told me that he liked what he saw.

Weaving my tongue along the underside of his c**k, I started to bob my head slowly. I sucked and hummed, reveling in each groan and shudder from Daddy.

“f**k, I’m already close,” he whispered.

Stepping closer, Daddy took over. His hips jerked forward. His tip poked the back of my throat, making me gag and making him groan as I convulsed around his tip.

Daddy’s length swelled against my tongue, so I prepared to swallow his load. That’s when the door to the bathroom opened.

“I thought I heard you gagging in here. Are you sick?” Mom asked.

“No,” Daddy choked out, sounding angry. “Just swallowed wrong.”

“Well, you and Ella were coughing when we watched the movie last night. Maybe you should sleep in the guest room tonight. I can’t afford to get sick right now.”

Daddy smiled down at me, caressing my head as I started to bob up and down again since he froze when Mom opened the door.

“Mitch?” Mom asked.

Daddy pulled the shower curtain back enough to stick his head out. “That’s probably a good idea. I’ll spend a few nights in the guest room just to make sure I’m not coming down…”

Daddy shuddered as I took him all the way to the back of my throat and swallowed around him. The excitement of almost getting caught had me so wet, I was dripping. Slipping my hand between my legs, I pressed against my c**t, needing pressure or friction or both.

“Do you have the chills?” Mom asked, her voice horrified.

“I don’t think so,” Daddy gritted out. “Maybe.”

Mom huffed out a sigh. “Then I guess I’m on my own for cleaning the garage.”

I took Daddy in to the hilt, swallowing again. He swelled even more this time. I wondered if I could make him come while he was talking to Mom. The thought had me rocking my hand against my c**t. Sparks of excitement fanned out, making my n*****s tingle.

Daddy’s only response to Mom was a long, low groan as his hips jerked forward.

“You’re out of breath,” Mom said. “You shouldn’t have exercised today. That probably threw you over the edge.”

“Maybe I need to go over the edge,” Daddy said as he flicked his gaze back to me.

“Now you sound delirious,” Mom said. “Go rest in the guest room. I’ll have Ella bring you up some chicken soup since she might have the same thing you have.”

Pressing my nose into Daddy’s pubic hair, I swallowed around him again and again and again.

“Yes,” he hissed as the first shot of his ejaculate hit the back of my throat.

He pressed my face harder against him as shot after shot slipped down into my stomach. Daddy grunted and shuddered, his hips pulsing against me.

I was furiously rubbing my c**t. Mom huffed and said something, but all I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears. I loved making Daddy lose control like that, even more so when we might get caught.

I heard the door to the bathroom close with a loud thunk, and then Daddy was pulling me up to my feet.

“Is this what you need?” he demanded as he replaced my hand with his.

I could only whimper in response.

Daddy shoved me into the corner of the shower. I gasped as the cold tile hit my back. Then his mouth was on mine. His tongue delved inside, tasting me and his own release.

“How do you do this to me?” he asked against my lips. “I’m thirty-six years old. I shouldn’t be able to get it up again this fast. And never, not once, was I ready to go again without going soft. Not until you.”

“I want you too, Daddy. Can’t stop. I want you all the time.”

With a groan, he lifted me off the ground, pressing me harder into the wall. My legs parted, wrapping around his waist more out of instinct. And that’s when he slammed inside me.

I sure hoped Mom was working out her anger with Daddy by cleaning the garage, because there was no mistaking the sound of wet skin slapping as Daddy pounded into me.

I let my head fall back against the tile, reveling in the speed and friction with which he f****d me. It was as if we couldn’t get close enough. Each time he was balls deep, he would grind against me, trying to get even deeper.

And I whispered his name over and over, knowing how much he loved it. His kisses moved down along my jaw over my neck as he kept slamming into me as hard as he could.

“Daddy. Daddy. Please f**k me, Daddy. f**k me so hard that I get pregnant.”

“f**k,” he shouted, hammering into me one last time.

His pubic bone ground against my c**t, sending me over the edge. I whimpered and shuddered as he rutted against me, still trying to get deeper until we finally slumped against the wall. The water was starting to get cold, so Daddy lowered me to the ground and shut it off.

“Sleep naked tonight, baby. Because Daddy’s going to be coming for more.”