Surrender To Sin: Erotica Collections

Please.....Daddy

(Lila's pov)

The water was scorching hot, just the way I liked it, pounding down on my bare skin and filling the bathroom with thick steam.

Mom had already left for her night shift at the hospital, and I knew Mark, my stepfather, was supposed to be downstairs in his office working late.

The house felt empty and quiet, which made it the perfect time to finally give in to the aching need that had been building inside me all day.

I stood under the spray, eyes closed, letting the water cascade over my full, perky breasts. My n*****s were already hard from the heat and from the dirty thoughts swirling in my head.

I let one hand slide slowly down my soapy body, over my flat stomach, until my fingers reached between my thighs. My p***y was slick, not just from the water but from how turned on I was. I circled my c**t gently at first, teasing myself, then pressed harder, rubbing faster as soft gasps escaped my lips.

With my other hand, I squeezed one of my soapy t**s, pinching the sensitive n****e hard the way I imagined a man would. A real man. Strong hands. A deep, commanding voice.

I pictured him behind me, pressing against me, and my hips bucked forward into my own touch.

"f**k," I whispered to myself, legs starting to tremble. I was so close already, dipping two fingers inside my tight, wet hole while my thumb worked my swollen c**t.

The pressure built fast, my breath coming in short, needy pants.

That was when I heard the door click open.

My eyes snapped open in panic. There he was. Mark. My stepfather. Filling the doorway with his tall, muscular frame, his dark eyes locked directly on me.

Not turning away. Not looking shocked or disgusted. Just watching. His gaze burned over my naked body, from my flushed face down to my heaving breasts, my hard n*****s, and lower to where my fingers were still buried between my spread legs.

Heat exploded across my cheeks. I should have screamed. Covered myself. Told him to get out. But my fingers gave one last guilty stroke over my c**t, pulling a soft, involuntary moan from my throat before I could stop.

"Daddy...?" The word slipped out breathy and desperate. I had called him that playfully before, but never like this. Never while I was completely naked, dripping wet, and fingering my dripping p***y right in front of him.

He stepped inside without a word, closing the door behind him with a quiet click that echoed like a gunshot in the steamy room. Water immediately soaked through his button-up shirt, plastering the fabric to his broad chest and powerful arms. He moved closer, his eyes never leaving my body.

"You don't have to stop on my account, princess," he growled, his voice low and rough with lust. "Keep going. Let Daddy see how you touch that pretty little cunt."

I froze, heart hammering against my ribs, but my body betrayed me. My fingers stayed between my thighs, slowly circling my c**t as he watched. He reached out, his large, warm hand closing over mine, guiding my movements. Then he pushed my hand away entirely and replaced it with his own.

His fingers were thicker, rougher, calloused from work. Two of them pressed firmly against my swollen c**t, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that made my knees buckle.

"Oh god," I whimpered, grabbing onto his soaked shirt for balance. The contrast of his dry skin against my slippery, soapy body sent sparks through me.

His other hand cupped my full breast possessively, squeezing the soft flesh before his thumb flicked over my aching n****e.

"Been thinking about these t**s for months," he murmured, pinching the n****e hard and rolling it between his fingers. "Every time you walked around the house in those tiny shorts, bending over, teasing me. You wanted this, didn't you, baby girl?"

"I... I didn't mean to..." The lie died as he slid two thick fingers down and pushed them inside my tight p***y.

I was so wet they sank in easily, stretching me open. He curled them, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside while his thumb kept rubbing my c**t. My hips jerked forward, f*****g myself on his hand shamelessly.

"Yes, you did," he said, leaning in close. His breath was hot against my ear as water poured over both of us. "Look at you. Soaking wet for your stepdaddy. Such a naughty little slut."

His words made my p***y clench hard around his fingers. I moaned louder, pressing my breasts against his chest, feeling his hard muscles through the wet shirt.

He pumped his fingers faster, deeper, the obscene wet sounds mixing with the shower spray. My juices coated his hand as he finger-f****d me relentlessly.

"Please... Daddy..." I begged, my voice breaking. I reached down and palmed the huge bulge in his pants. He was rock hard, his thick c**k straining against the fabric. I rubbed it eagerly, feeling it throb under my touch.

Mark groaned and shoved me back against the tiled wall. "That's right. Feel what you do to me." He kissed my neck roughly, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then moved lower.

His mouth closed over one of my n*****s, sucking greedily while his fingers kept plunging in and out of my p***y. The dual sensation made me cry out, my hands tangling in his wet hair.

He pulled back suddenly, eyes dark with hunger. "On your knees, princess. I want to see that pretty mouth."

I dropped to my knees without hesitation, water cascading over my back. My hands shook as I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.

His c**k sprang free, huge and veiny, the thick head already leaking precum. It was bigger than anything I had imagined, easily eight inches, girthy enough to make my p***y ache in anticipation.

I wrapped my lips around the head, tasting his salty precum as I sucked hungrily. Mark groaned, his hand fisting in my wet hair. "Good girl. Suck Daddy's c**k like you were born for it."

I took him deeper, bobbing my head, my tongue swirling around the shaft. Saliva mixed with shower water dripped down my chin as I tried to swallow as much as I could.

He f****d my mouth gently at first, then harder, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged but kept going, loving the way he used my mouth.

"f**k, your mouth feels so good," he growled, thrusting deeper. "But I need to be inside that tight p***y now."

He pulled me up roughly, spinning me around to face the wall. I braced my hands on the tiles, arching my back and pushing my ass out toward him.

He kicked my legs apart wider, his big hands spreading my ass cheeks. The fat head of his c**k nudged against my dripping entrance.

"Tell me you want it," he demanded, rubbing his c**k up and down my slit.

"I want it, Daddy," I moaned desperately. "Please f**k me. I need your c**k inside me."

With one powerful thrust, he buried half his length inside my tight p***y. I cried out at the stretch, the burning fullness. He was so big, splitting me open. He pulled back and slammed in again, sinking balls-deep this time.

The sensation was overwhelming. Pleasure and pain mixed as he started pounding me hard against the wall.

"Yes! f**k me harder, Daddy!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the bathroom. His heavy balls slapped against my c**t with every brutal thrust. He reached around and rubbed my c**t furiously while his c**k hammered into me.

"You're mine now," he grunted, biting my shoulder. "This p***y belongs to Daddy."

My orgasm hit like a freight train. My walls clenched around his thick c**k, milking him as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I came so hard my vision blurred, juices squirting around his shaft.

But he didn't stop. He kept f*****g me through it, even harder, chasing his own release.

"I'm going to fill you up, princess. Gonna pump this tight cunt full of my cum."

I was still trembling, overstimulated, when I felt his c**k swell inside me. He buried himself to the hilt and roared, flooding my p***y with hot, thick ropes of c*m.

It felt like he came forever, overflowing and dripping down my thighs mixed with the shower water.

We stayed like that for a moment, panting. Then he pulled out slowly, his c*m still leaking from my used hole. He turned me around and kissed me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth.

But as he pulled back, his eyes darkened with fresh hunger. "This was just the beginning, baby girl. Your mother won't be home for hours. And I'm nowhere near done with you tonight."

My heart raced as he shut off the water and lifted me into his arms, carrying my dripping, c*m-filled body out of the shower toward his bedroom.