Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust

Good Girl For Daddy (10)

Rick’s POV~

My blood turned to ice.

I was buried balls deep inside her, her legs folded back against her head, her body open and wrecked and mine, and my wife was standing right on the other side of that door.

"Rick? Baby… are you in there?"

Vanessa’s voice was thick, slurred, dragging like she was speaking through water, heavy with vodka and sleep. I heard her hand patting uselessly against the wood.

"Riiiick… c’mon… open uuup…" she whined, dragging the vowels out, sounding like a spoiled, drunk child. Her foot paddled weakly against the floor.

I should move. I should pull out. I should cover Elena up, hide her, pretend nothing is happening, pretend I haven’t been f*****g my stepdaughter like a crazed animal for the last hour. I should be terrified. I should be sick.

But then I looked down.

Elena was still there. Her legs spread wide, her knees pressed back by her own ears, that perfect, tight little p***y still gaping and glistening, stretched around my base, dripping our mess all over the sheets.

Her head was thrown back, eyes glassy and half‑lidded, her lips swollen and parted, breathing hard, completely wrecked… and completely unashamed.

She didn’t even flinch when Vanessa spoke.

And that was it. The fear vanished. The guilt died.

It was replaced by something darker. Something rotten. Something so black and twisted it belonged in the deepest pit of hell.

I didn’t pull out slowly. I didn’t hesitate either.

I gripped her hips with both hands, my fingers digging into the soft flesh so hard I knew bruises would bloom there tomorrow and I yanked my hips back.

I dragged my heavy, thick c**k out of her tight heat in one rough, brutal motion, the sound loud and wet, a slick POP that echoed through the quiet room.

Elena gasped, her hips chasing me, whimpering at the loss, but I pinned her down, holding her still with one hand flat against her stomach, pressing her into the mattress like she weighed nothing.

"Quiet," I growled. "You make one sound, and I’ll make it so you can’t speak for a week. You understand me, you greedy little w***e?"

She nodded frantically, her eyes sparkling with lust, her mouth opening and closing like she was already starving for me.

I released her hips and grabbed her by the hair instead. I tangled my fist tight in those soft, long locks and yanked hard, dragging her body across the bed, pulling her right off the mattress and down to her knees on the floor, right between my spread legs.

She landed with a soft thud. She looked up at me, her mouth already falling open, her tongue peeking out.

"Open it," I commanded, towering over her, my c**k standing thick, heavy, and aching right in her face, glistening with her own juices, the veins pulsing wildly. "Open that dirty mouth wide. Tongue out. Now."

Behind the door, Vanessa shifted. I heard her hand slide down the wood, her body swaying harder. "Rick…? M’talkin’ t’you…" she mumbled, barely coherent now. "Y’ignore me…? Jus’ like… jus’ like everyone else…"

I ignored her completely. She didn’t exist. Nothing existed but me, my c**k, and the sinful girl on her knees waiting to be corrupted.

Elena obeyed instantly. Her mouth fell open wide, her lips stretched, her tongue laying flat and pink and wet, exactly how I wanted it. Her eyes stared up at me, worshipful and wicked, looking at me like I was her god… or her devil.

And I was.

I didn’t ask permission. I didn’t tease. I gripped the thick base of my c**k and I fed it to her. I held her head still with one hand fisted in her hair, controlling every single inch of movement, and I thrust my hips forward, shoving my length straight into her mouth, past her lips, hitting the back of her throat in one brutal, unforgiving stroke.

"Take it," I snarled, my head falling back for a second before I looked down, watching myself disappear inside her daughter’s mouth. "Take every thick, filthy inch of your stepfather’s c**k. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To have me wherever I want you. In your p***y… in your throat… choking on what belongs to me."

I started moving. Fast. Rough. Relentlessly.

I f****d her mouth like it was her cunt. I held her face in place and drove into her over and over, forcing her to take the whole length, forcing her nose to press tight against the hair at my groin, forcing her to gag and sputter around me.

Tears immediately streamed down her cheeks, tracking through the pleasure on her face, her hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave marks, her nails digging in as she choked and swallowed and took everything I gave her.

The sounds… f**k, the sounds.

Wet, messy, squelching, filthy sounds echoed off the walls. The sound of my skin slapping against hers, the sound of her choking and gasping, the sound of saliva dripping down her chin, running down her throat, soaking into her chest.

It was loud enough that if Vanessa wasn’t three sheets to the wind, she would have heard every single second of her own husband destroying her baby girl.

But she was drunk.

"Riiiick…" Vanessa drawled from the hallway, her voice suddenly much lower, much softer. I heard a heavy thud as her shoulder slipped against the doorframe.

Then another soft slide. Her legs gave out completely. I listened as she slumped down the door.

Her hand patted weakly, paddling against the bottom of the door once, twice, then fell limply to the floor. She was practically asleep right there, inches away from absolute sin.

"S’okay…" she mumbled, barely audible now, fading fast. "Y’don’ love me… s’okay… I… I love you…"

And then silence.

. I looked right at the door, right through the wood where my wife lay passed out. Then I looked down at Elena, choking on my c**k, tears running down her face, eyes rolling back in pure bliss, drool and pre‑cum mixing on her chin.

This was sacrilege. This was worse than murder, worse than theft, worse than any sin ever written in any book.

I was a stepfather. She was my stepdaughter. She was the fruit of my wife’s womb. And here I was, using her mouth like a c*m rag, ruining her soul and mine forever.

And it felt like the only thing I was ever meant to do.

"Look at this," I whispered, my fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to look her in the eyes while the thick head of my c**k still rested heavy on her tongue. "Look at what we are, baby. Look how damned we are."

I thrust forward again, shoving deep down her throat, holding her there, making her breathe through her nose, making her take it until she thought she’d die.

"Your mother is right there," I hissed. "She’s slumped down against the door, passed out drunk, too useless to know what her husband is doing to her little girl. She calls herself my wife? She thinks she owns me? She doesn’t even know me. She doesn’t know that I belong right here… buried deep inside you."

I started pounding her mouth again, harder than before, wild and desperate, completely unhinged.

"You like this, don’t you? You love knowing she’s right there while I feed you my c**k? You love knowing that while she lays there crying and pathetic… you’re swallowing every drop of me? You love being the dirty little secret that’s going to send me straight to hell?"

Elena moaned around my length, a low, vibrating hum of pure pleasure that shot straight to my balls.

She reached up, her hands gripping my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper, forcing me further down her throat, begging for more.

"Yeah… that’s it…" I groaned. "Take it. Swallow it. Worship it. This is the c**k she threw away… and you? You’re the w***e who gets it all."

I looked down at her swollen, abused lips stretched around my thickness, at her beautiful face ruined by lust and sin, at her body kneeling before me like a sacrifice to a dark god.

Even Lucifer would scream in envy, because no sin he ever committed was as perfect, as forbidden, or as delicious as what we were doing right here.

"I’m gonna fill your throat, baby girl," I gritted out, my balls drawing up tight and heavy, ready to explode. "I’m gonna pump you so full of my c*m you’ll choke on it. You’re gonna swallow every drop of your stepfather’s seed, and you’re gonna smile while you do it… because you know you earned it. You know you belong to me."

I looked one last time at the door where Vanessa lay unconscious.