A Sinful Obsession with my Step-Daddy

Chapter 2- My Step-Dad

~Katherine

His c**k kept growing in my hands, I didn't know what to do with it. He grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled it backward. "Open up," he ordered.

I opened my mouth wide. He shoved himself inside. I felt him hit the back of my throat. It made my eyes water.

"Suck it," he growled. "Show me how much you want it."

I wrapped my lips tight around him. He didn't care whether I could take him or not. I was practically choking when he started thrusting his hips forward.

I tried to push him off, but it was no use. "Come on, suck daddy's cock." My p***y twitched just hearing that. I tried to open my mouth wider.

He gripped my head harder. He began to thrust deep into my mouth. I had to swallow hard just to keep up.

My mouth couldn't accommodate his whole length. He was so f*****g big. My lips sucked him in anyway. I stroked my hand at the base of his d**k, feeling the heat and the thick veins under the skin.

I took him deep in my throat, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he moved closer and softly pushed my head down.

I used my tongue, licking over the tip anytime he gave me room to breath. One thing I knew how to do well was suck c**k. Marcus always made me get him off to make up for the fact that he couldn't use my p***y.

It felt so good. He moved his hand over my cheek and stroked my skin with his thumb. “Oh my. You're so good at this, you little slut.”

His hand went to the back of my head.

“Oh God,” he mumbled, stroking my hair back. "Your mouth feels so f*****g good princess."

My mouth dragged to the tip of his d**k. My hand took his balls, gently rolling them between my fingers. He spread his legs so I could get better access. "Oh god. You love my c**k that much huh!"

I smoothed my palm over his balls and played with his tip. I sucked just the end, licking and flicking with my tongue. Hearing his moans turned me on even more. I could feel moisture building up between my legs. My p***y was twitching for him. It felt so good. I haven't ever felt like this in my life.

I focused on the specific spot that made him moan the loudest. I took him into my mouth again, pressing him to the back of my throat.

“f**k,” he muttered when his d**k jolted against my lips.

“You taste delicious,” I said as I removed him from my mouth for a second to lick the whole length. “It’s so big. So thick. And the veins.” He wasn't anything like Marcus.

My tongue licked the underside of his shaft, teasing that sensitive part. I didn't even know how he could grow another inch, but he did. I held his balls gently, tugging on them. I could see how it was driving him crazy.

“f**k my mouth. Please f**k my mouth daddy,” I said through clenched teeth.

"You're such a good girl," he said thrusting and picking up his pace.

I was completely soaked. I didn't know whether it was the alcohol, or just pure lust but I was out of my senses.

I focused hard, taking his thick d**k deep into my throat. I sucked harder and harder. At some point, I gagged, but I didn't stop.

He took a large handful of my hair and tugged at it harder this time. There was a pricking feeling against my scalp that felt amazing. It made me water even more. I wanted more, I wanted him to pull harder.

“f**k, I’m going to come,” he gasped.

He thrust deep, burying his huge length right into the back of my throat, and let out a heavy groan. A thick, hot wave of his c*m flooded my mouth.

"Swallow it, slut," he ordered, his grip tightening in my hair. "Swallow daddy's cum."

I swallowed hard, gulping down the hot liquid while trying to breathe. The moment he pulled out, I collapsed back a bit, coughing and gagging, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

He didn't give me a second to recover. He reached down, grabbed my arms, and pulled me right back up to my feet. Before I could even stand straight, his massive hands cupped both of my breasts through the thin material of my bar shirt. He started massaging them roughly, squeezing the heavy weight of them. Then, he clamped his fingers down and pinched my hard n****e.

I almost went completely mad. A sharp jolting pleasure shot straight to my crotch.

"Fuck... ah! Yes, daddy," I moaned out loud, my head tossing back.

He looked down at me, a dark smirk spreading across his face. He leaned down, opening his mouth, and took one of my hard n*****s straight into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily through the wet fabric while his other hand kept heavily massaging my other breast.

His phone rang interrupting us.

He stopped, pulled away from my chest and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone answering it right in front of me.

His voice instantly changed.

"Hey, baby," he said into the phone. He listened for a second, then smiled. "Yes, I love and miss you too."

My jaw dropped. The alcohol fog in my brain instantly cleared. 'What the f**k?' I mouthed at him, staring in absolute disbelief.

He just smirked at me, completely unbothered, and waved his hand to shoo me away, telling me to get out.

I felt humiliated. That was what I needed to finally came to my senses. I turned around, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and walked straight out of the room.

"Kitty? Kitty!" I heard my name from downstairs.

It was my mother, Gwendolyn.

"Yes, Gwen," I called back, walking down the stairs.

"Oh, honey, you're home," she said, putting her keys down.

"Yes, I am," I said. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared at her. "Umm, there's a man in dad's bedroom."

Gwen cleared her throat, looking a little nervous but excited. "Yeah, I actually wanted to talk to you about that. Honey... I'm getting married."

"Married?!" I asked, my eyes widening.

Footsteps echoed on the stairs. I looked up, and the hot stranger was walking down. He looked straight at my mother.

"Gwendolyn," he said with a voice smooth. "Sexy as ever."

I stood there, completely confused. My mother’s usual male submissives never called her by her actual name. They were always begging or calling her mistress.

Gwen cleared her throat again, smiling brightly as she looked between us. "Kitty, this is Bruce Carter. He was your father's best friend... and he's the Executor of his estate."

My heart stopped. My head began to spin.

"What?!" I asked, completely stunned, my eyes darting from my mother to the massive man standing in our living room. "You're... you're Bruce?"