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Playing with Her Stepdad | Chapter Two

I started calling him Daddy all the time after that. I’d done that a little when he’d first married Mom, but mostly to tease him. It was still to tease him now, but in a totally different way. The word had made him shoot in his pants. I smiled at the memory.

“You’re in a good mood,” Mom said as I walked into the kitchen.

“I finally got some laundry done. I feel like I accomplished something.”

“If you got your laundry done, why are you still walking around in your jammies?”

“They’re comfortable.”

Mom rolled her eyes. “I have book club tonight, so you and Mitch are on your own for dinner.”

“Okay,” I said.

As Mom got ready, so did I. I made sure to wash every nook and cranny. I had plans and really hoped Daddy would have his mouth and nose in every place I cleaned.

I acted like I didn’t care that Mom was leaving, but I watched as she pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street.

“Is she gone?” he asked from behind me.

He was in athletic shorts and only athletic shorts. I smiled and smoothed my hands up his sweat-slicked chest.

“I took a shower for you and you got all sweaty for me?”

“I can take a shower if you want, but it’ll waste time. Besides, I’ve worked out twice today and jacked off twice and I still can’t get this to go down.” He motioned to the erection tenting his shorts.

“I’ll take care of that for you, Daddy.”

“f**k. Why do I love it when you call me that? Makes me want to bend you over my knee.”

“How about you bend me over the sofa instead? I really want you to f**k me where you made me come last night.”

He whipped my tank top over my head and threw it across the room. Then he yanked my shorts down.

“I didn’t get to see much last night. Now, I want to see everything.”

“Sit down, Daddy,” I said.

He smiled and walked around the sofa. He pushed his shorts off his hips. They fell to his ankles, where he kicked them off, then sat back on the sofa. I walked over slowly before kneeling on either side of his thighs.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” he said as he thumbed the base of his erection so it pointed straight to the ceiling.

“I’m so wet just knowing it’s going to be your c**k inside me, Daddy.”

“Ella,” he groaned. “You’d better sit on Daddy’s c**k right now, or I’m going to spank that perfect little ass. Then I’m going to f**k it.”

My eyes fluttered in ecstasy. I lined him up with my opening, then sank down a few inches. He was big. His girth stretched me so much that there was a little sting, but then it mellowed into a fullness.

He moaned.

“I’ve never had anyone in my ass, Daddy. Are you going to take my cherry?”

He punched his hips up, thrusting himself in to the hilt. I sucked in a breath. The friction was beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

“I’ve also never had s*x without protection. Another first, Daddy.”

“Ella,” he groaned. “I’ve jacked off twice today, but all your little confessions are going to make me come.”

“That’s what I want, Daddy. I want your cum.”

“This isn’t going to work,” he said.

My stomach plummeted, first at his words, but then because he flipped us over so he was on top.

“Maybe next time I’ll let you take your time, but this time, Daddy needs to f**k. Hard.”

He pulled out and slammed into me. Grunts burst from my lungs as he thrust roughly into me. I could feel every ridge and vein of his c**k as they rubbed against my sensitive inner walls. I planted my feet on the sofa and met each of his thrusts.

Our skin slapped together. Daddy slid his arms under my legs, spreading me wide. Then he grabbed my arms for leverage so he could f**k even harder.

I jolted with each slam of his body into mine. No one has ever f****d me so savagely, and I loved it.

“Harder,” I panted.

“Ella,” he groaned. “It’s not enough. No matter how hard I f**k, it’s not enough.”

I knew that part of that was the thrill and excitement of sneaking around. It was also the taboo aspect of it. But knowing it was my daddy who was about to shoot inside me, knowing that we had to fit in as much as we could before Mom came home, it made it even better.

“I’m close,” he said.

So was I. He ground himself against me, catching my c**t with each rotation. My thighs trembled. I curled my toes.

“Should I pull out?”

“Please, Daddy, please come inside me.”

“f**k,” he shouted, and the flexing of his c**k inside me as he shot his load sent me over as well. “f**k,” he said again when my body clamped down on him.

We collapsed onto the sofa, Daddy’s weight on me a welcome comfort. When our breaths evened, he kissed my shoulder.

“You need to be really careful with your birth control. I’m going to f**k you every chance I get.”

“I’m not on birth control,” I told him.

The c**k that had begun to soften inside me was hard again in an instant. “Ella,” he groaned.

“f**k me again, Daddy, before Mommy comes home.”

And he did, coming inside me again.