Camping with Her Stepdad

Chapter Nine

I was curled up naked in the sleeping bag by the time Daddy climbed in the back of the car. He pulled off his shirt as he crawled toward me. When he shoved off his pants and underwear, I sighed. He was still hard as a rock. I opened the sleeping bag and Daddy smiled when he saw I was naked.

“Such a good girl,” he said. “Show Daddy how wet you are, princess.”

I spread my legs and Daddy moved between them, settling his shoulders between my thighs. “I love how hot you are for me, baby,” he said.

“I want you so bad, Daddy.”

He licked from my opening to my c**t. “I can still taste a little of myself inside you. Could you feel my c*m today?”

I groaned as he ran his fingertips over me and nodded.

“I think you and I need to take a daddy-daughter camping trip.”

“Mmm, for the rest of the summer,” I agreed.

“f**k. I would love to f**k you whenever and wherever I want.”

He pressed kisses up and down the lips of my p***y. He was just playing, not doing enough to help me build toward an orgasm. I spread my legs as wide as I could, silently begging for more.

Finally, Daddy leaned down and thrust his tongue inside me. Today had been too much teasing and not enough coming, so I was already close. And knowing that Mom was just a few dozen feet away amped up the tension inside me.

“Poor, baby. You need to come, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.” There was such a whine in the last word, Daddy chuckled.

“You’ll have to be quiet.”

“I will. I promise, just make me come.”

He leaned forward again, this time concentrating on my c**t. I reached down and gripped his head, holding him still while I humped his mouth.

Daddy groaned, and the vibrations had me archiving my back and panting. I was so close, so close to coming and to screaming.

With my free hand, I grabbed a pillow and smothered myself as my whines got louder and longer with each flick of his tongue, each nip of his lips. I curled my toes, ready for my orgasm to hit me.

Then Daddy changed tactics. Instead of sucking my c**t into his mouth, he lowered his tongue and thrust inside me as he moved his thumb up to my c**t and rubbed up and down so fast I did scream.

It was too much and yet not enough. Even as my body shuddered and convulsed, it longed to be filled by my daddy.

After a moment, all my muscles relaxed. The hand that held the pillow fell beside my head. The hand that held Daddy fell beside my hip.

“I love how desperate you are for me, princess.”

Daddy moved up over me. He rubbed his erection up and down the seam of me, sending aftershocks through me. My body jerked with each bolt of lightning as he flicked my c**t with the head of his c**k.

“I am desperate for you. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours and I’m completely addicted to your c**k, your tongue, you. Do you think it’s safe to f**k me now?”

“I don’t know, but I do know that I can’t wait any longer. All day I’ve been thinking about being inside you, about what it was like to watch my c*m dripping from your tight little pussy.”

I groaned at his words as he thrust into me.

“We’ll have to start slow. I don’t want the car to squeak like an old mattress.”

When he bottomed out, Daddy leaned down and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around him and held him to me.

“I feel so full. I need you to f**k me, Daddy.”

“Princess, don’t tempt me. I want to take you from behind. I want you to ride me. I have so many positions I want to try with you.”

He rocked us slowly as we told each other about our fantasies. Each one coiled a need inside me. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled Daddy onto his back and rolled my hips. I slid up and down his c**k, and he groaned loudly.

He rolled us back over so he was on top. That was all the room we had to maneuver. Daddy held me still, but I needed friction.

“Roll over, princess,” he said.

I hurried to do as he said because I knew what was coming. I curled a pillow under my head and stuck my ass high.

“Mmm.” Daddy rubbed his hands over my ass.

I felt the blunt head of his c**k press against my opening. With one hard thrust, he was buried to the hilt. I sucked in a breath at the sensation. He pulled out and did it again. I’d just been craving friction, and he gave it to me in the best way.

With each slap of his groin to my ass, he hit something deep inside me, something that took the s*x to a new level. I’d never been f****d so hard or so well. Daddy knew what I needed without my asking.

“Please.” my word wavered as he thrust into me.

“Please what?” he demanded.

“Please, Daddy. f**k me harder, faster.”

He leaned over me, his chest along my back, and whispered in my ear. “It’s like you were made just for me, princess, just for my cock.”

Daddy pulled back and grabbed my shoulders for leverage. He thrust so hard, each one was punctuated by a grunt. His cadence faltered, lost rhythm even as he sped up. I pushed back to meet each rock of his hips. A drop of sweat slid between my shoulder blades.

I was close. I heard the slight squeaking of the car, just as Daddy had predicted. The thought of someone hearing, of knowing what we were doing, had my eyes rolling back.

Daddy reached around my hip and plucked my c**t. I buried my face in my pillow and bit down as I groaned out my release. Daddy kept pressing into me, drawing out my orgasm, until he leaned down again.

With a growl, he thrust in one last time and lightly bit my shoulder. Aftershocks shuddered through me, causing Daddy to grunt as my body milked every last drop of his c*m.

We collapsed in unison, stuck together by sweat. I smiled at the warmth of his weight on me as our breaths calmed.

“What the f**k have you done to me?” Daddy asked.

“I don’t know, but I love it and I’m not going to stop.”

“We’re going to have to figure out how to get more time alone,” he said.

I smiled as a few ideas came to mind.