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Playing with Her Stepdad | Chapter Five

Once I figured out how much Daddy liked my mouth, I fell to my knees every chance I got. I liked it because I could make Daddy come so fast with my mouth. I saved blow jobs for quickies during the day. A few times, we almost got caught. Then again, that seemed to make Daddy come even harder.

I was in bed, almost asleep, when my bed shifted. I smiled into the darkness. The smell of Daddy’s body wash had my p***y throbbing. It was an automatic reflex at that point. When he came near, I knew I was going to get f****d.

He slid under the covers, and his bare skin pressed against mine. He was so warm as he pressed his chest to my back and reached around to play with my n*****s.

“I wish I could fall asleep like this,” I said.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

We said things like this often, but I had a feeling the scales were going to tip in my favor very soon. Daddy rolls me onto my back and moves between my legs.

Because we f**k when we can and where we can, we don’t often have s*x in a bed. So when Daddy sneaks into my room sometimes, we usually do good old missionary position. Though it’s anything but boring.

He rubbed the underside of his c**k between the lips of my p***y, catching my c**t with each pass. Daddy looked down into my eyes. We watched each other in the moonlight that filtered in through my window.

When his d**k was wet from my cream, he entered me to the hilt in one long thrust. He stretched me, but didn’t give me time to adjust to the fullness before he pulled back, then did the same thing again.

Daddy slipped his hands under my ass, grasping my hips and slamming me against him with each thrust. My headboard banged against the wall, but he didn’t stop.

“Harder,” I begged.

“f**k. What are you doing to me?” he whispered. “All I can think of is getting back inside you.”

“Yes,” I hissed because that’s exactly how I felt, exactly what I wanted, him inside me all the time. I was addicted.

“When will it be enough?” he asked.

“Never,” I told him. “Please, Daddy—”

He groaned when I called him that.

“Don’t stop f*****g me,” I begged.

“I want you all to myself.”

His speed increased. I knew he was getting close. So was I. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed against the walls. The beat of the headboard against the wall got faster, louder.

“Daddy,” I moaned, my word punctuated and slightly cut off by his body slamming into mine. “I’m pregnant.”

“f**k,” he growled as he slammed into me one last time and stilled.

His c**k jerked and flexed as he shot deep inside me. His reaction set off my own orgasm. When my body clamped down on his, his muscles shuddered and shook. His orgasm went on and on, drawing mine out as well.

When his body relaxed, he collapsed on top of me. I rubbed up and down his back and wondered what his response was going to be.

“No more hiding,” he said. “We’ll get our own place before your mom realizes what’s happened.”

“I’m nineteen. She can’t stop this.”

“No, but I don’t want to rub it in her face, either. You’ll move out first. Tell her you’re going back to school early. I’d say I’ll follow after a few weeks, but it’ll probably be a matter of days. I won’t be able to stay away from you any longer than that.”

I smiled into the darkness. Daddy was going to be all mine.