Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust

Good Girl For Daddy (8)

Elena’s POV~

The metal clink of his belt coming undone was the loudest sound in the whole house.

It was enough to make my breath catch, loud enough to make my p***y clench so hard I saw stars, loud enough to feel like every wall, every door, every breath in this house knew exactly what we were doing… exactly how wrong it was.

And God… that made it burn so much hotter.

My eyes were glued to his big, rough, veined hands, I’d watched wash dishes, fix the car, hold my mom’s hand… and now those same hands were undoing his jeans, dragging the zipper down slowly, agonizingly, like he was torturing me on purpose.

He pushed the denim and his boxers down in one sharp motion, and I gasped so loud my hand flew to my mouth.

There it was.

The thing I’d touched myself to every single night for six months. The thing I’d dreamed about, craved, ached for like I was dying of thirst.

It was thick and long, heavy and solid, hanging hard between his legs. It was deep, and flushed red at the rounded tip, his smooth warm skin stretched tight over his flesh, the thick veins ran clearly along the underside, pulsing slowly.

Clear, sticky pre-c*m glistened at the slit, dripping down just enough to shine. His balls hung full and heavy below, heavy with everything he’d been holding back for months.

It was terrifying. It was perfect. It was mine. Even though it never should have been.

He just stood there, heavy and hard and aching, letting me look, letting me see exactly what I did to him, exactly what I’d been begging for all this time.

The silence stretched between us, every second making the ache between my legs worse, making me want to scream and beg and pull him closer all at once.

“Look at it,” he ordered, his voice was dark and rough, that dangerous growl made my toes curl. He wrapped one big hand around the base, pumping it slowly, tightly, making it twitch and throb, making more pre-c*m ooze out and run down his fingers. “Look at what you do to me, baby girl. Look at what your Daddy’s been walking around with every single day, hard as steel, throbbing so bad it hurts… all because of you. All because you walk around this house in those tiny shorts, bending over right in front of me, knowing exactly what you’re doing to me.”

He stepped closer to the bed, right between my spread legs, the heat radiating off his body hit me like a wave.

“Six months,” he gritted out, leaning down, one big hand gripping my ankle and yanking me right to the edge of the mattress, spreading my legs so wide I thought they’d snap, every inch of my wet, glistening p***y completely exposed right up to him. “Six months I’ve watched you. Six months I’ve wanted to bend you over the kitchen table, rip those little clothes off you, and split you open right there while your mom was in the next room. You think I didn’t know? You think I didn’t feel you staring at me at dinner? Didn’t catch you touching yourself through the door at night, whining my name like a dirty little secret?”

I sobbed, my hips lifting off the bed, trying to rub myself against him, anything, just to feel him. “Daddy please… I’m sorry… I couldn’t help it… I need it so bad—”

“Sorry?” He laughed darkly and wicked, and slapped my p***y hard, with a sharp, stinging smack right on my swollen c**t that made me scream and arch my back, my legs shaking. “You’re not sorry. You loved it. You loved making me suffer. You loved knowing you were turning your own stepfather into a starving animal, didn’t you? You love being this dirty… this wrong… this forbidden little slut that only I get to use.”

He leaned closer, his heavy, thick c**k dragging slow and rough through my wet folds, the fat, swollen head rubbing right over my c**t, coating itself in my slick, dripping mess, spreading me open, making that filthy wet squelching sound echo loud in the quiet room.

I cried out, my hands grabbed the sheets, my eyes rolled back, every nerve was ending on fire.

“Look at this greedy little hole,” he growled, pushing just the wide, thick head inside me, just the tip and stopping.

I whined, tried to push back, tried to take more, but he held me pinned still, his hands like iron on my hips. “So tight. So wet. So desperate to be filled by your Daddy. You know how wrong this is? You know if anyone found out… if your mom walked in right now and saw me about to split her daughter open with my c**k… what would she say? What would she think of her perfect little girl, lying here spread wide, dripping and begging for her stepfather’s c*m?”

“Nothing matters,” I sobbed, tears were running down my face, mixing with the pleasure. “Nothing matters but you… only you… I don’t care how wrong it is… I love it… I love being your dirty secret… please Daddy… please fill me up… ruin me… breed me… I need it—”

That word, breed, broke the last piece of him.

His eyes turned completely black, and feral, and wild, and he didn’t wait another second.

He gripped my hips so tight his fingers dug bruises into my skin, and lined that heavy, throbbing length right up to my tight, aching entrance… and pushed in slowly, deeply, stretching me open inch by thick inch until he was buried completely,

“f**k—” He roared, his head falling back, his whole body trembling. “God… you’re so tight… so hot… so f*****g perfect… this is where I belong… right here deep inside my stepdaughter’s greedy little p***y… where I’ve always belonged.”

He didn’t give me a second to adjust. He started pounding right away, so hard, and fast, and rough, relentlessly.

Every thrust drove him deeper, harder, faster, dragging those thick, bulging veins against my sensitive walls, making me see stars, making me scream his name over and over. The sound was filthy.

His loud skin was slapping, my wet p***y squelching and gushing every time he pulled back and slammed back in, the mess was dripping down my ass, onto the sheets, and everywhere.

“That’s it… take it… take every thick inch of your Daddy’s c**k,” he panted, leaning down to bite and suck hard on my n*****s, leaving dark purple marks there. “You love how wrong this is, don’t you? Love knowing I’m f*****g my own stepdaughter… love knowing I’m claiming this body, this p***y, this tight little hole that belongs to no one but me… not your mom… not any boy your age… only me.”

He pulled out suddenly, and flipped me over onto my stomach, and yanked my hips high up in the air, my face buried in the pillows, my ass was high and spread wide, completely exposed to him.

He slapped my ass hard, just one cheek, then the other, turning it bright red, stinging and hot, exactly how I loved it.

“Look at this ass,” he growled, running his hands all over my skin, gripping my flesh hard, spreading my cheeks wide so he could see my gaping, wet hole glistening for him.

“Perfect. Made just for me. Made to be f****d, filled, bred, and ruined by your own Daddy. You want everyone in this house to hear you? Want your mom to wake up and hear exactly who’s making you scream? Exactly who’s filling you up so good you can’t even breathe?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He lined up again and slammed back inside me, even deeper, even harder, driving me face down into the mattress, gripping my hair tight and yanking my head back so my back arched even more, making me take every brutal inch.

I screamed into the pillows, my legs shaking, sobbing with pleasure, every thrust hitting deeper than the last, every filthy word he whispered making it hotter and more sinful.

“Mine… this p***y is mine… this ass is mine… this whole body belongs to me,” he grunted, speeding up, pounding into me like an animal, rough and wild and completely out of control. “And tonight? Tonight I’m gonna fill you so full of my c*m you’ll leak it for days. I’m gonna breed you, baby girl. Gonna pump you so full of my seed you’ll carry it inside you forever. Wanna knock you up… knowing it’s wrong… knowing it’s your own stepfather’s baby growing inside you… doesn’t that make you f*****g drip?”

I sobbed, clenching tight around him, gushing all over his c**k, shaking so hard I could barely breathe.“YES YES YES DADDY YES BREED ME FILL ME UP MAKE ME YOURS MAKE ME ROUND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—”

He groaned, deep and guttural, his pace turning wild and desperate, his balls pulling tight and heavy, ready to explode.