Surrender To Sin: Erotica Collections

Please......Daddy

(Lila's pov)

The house was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock downstairs. It had been hours since the shower, but my body still hummed with the memory of Mark's thick c**k stretching me open and pumping me full of his c*m.

I lay in my bed wearing nothing but a thin tank top and tiny panties, the sheets twisted around my legs. Mom was home now, asleep in the master bedroom down the hall.

The thought of what we had done while she was at work made my p***y throb with fresh need.I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore it, but sleep would not come.

My door creaked open slowly. I sat up, heart pounding. Mark stepped inside, closing it behind him with barely a sound. He wore only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the massive bulge of his hard c**k.

In the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, his muscular chest looked even more imposing. He locked the door quietly and moved to my bed like a predator.

"Princess," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "You thought Daddy was done with you?"

I bit my lip, glancing nervously toward my closed door. Mom's room was just down the hall. One wrong sound and she could wake up.

"We can't. Mom is right there. What if she hears?"

He climbed onto the bed anyway, his big body covering mine as he pinned me down gently but firmly. His hand slid under my tank top, cupping my bare breast and pinching the n****e until I gasped.

"Then you will have to be quiet, baby girl. Daddy needs this tight little p***y again. Been thinking about it all evening while your mother talked about her day."

His mouth crashed down on mine in a hungry kiss, tongue invading deep as his hand traveled lower. He yanked my panties aside roughly, fingers finding my already soaked slit.

Two thick digits pushed inside me without warning, curling to stroke that sensitive spot that made my toes curl. The wet squelching sounds were loud in the quiet room. I moaned into his mouth, but he pulled back and pressed a finger to my lips.

"Quiet, princess," he whispered sternly. "Not a sound. Or Daddy will have to punish you."

I nodded frantically, hips rocking against his hand as he finger-f****d me slow and deep. My juices coated his fingers, dripping down to soak the sheets. He added a third finger, stretching me wider, preparing me for his massive c**k.

My breathing came in short, desperate pants. I reached down and wrapped my small hand around the thick outline of his d**k through his sweatpants, stroking it eagerly.

"Please, Daddy. I need it," I breathed, barely audible. "I need your c**k inside me again."

Mark groaned softly and shoved his pants down. His huge c**k sprang free, veiny and rock-hard, the fat head already glistening with precum. It looked even bigger in the dark. He grabbed my thighs and spread them wide, positioning himself between them.

Instead of thrusting straight in, he slid his thick shaft along my slit, the heavy length rubbing up and down between my swollen p***y lips and over my c**t. The friction made me shudder with pleasure.

"Feel that, baby girl? This is what you do to Daddy," he murmured against my ear. "So wet and ready for me while your mother sleeps down the hall. Such a dirty little stepdaughter slut."

He kept sliding his c**k between my thighs, the head bumping my c**t on every pass. Precum mixed with my juices, making everything slippery and obscene. I wanted him inside so badly my p***y clenched around nothing.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him in, but he held back, teasing me mercilessly.

"Beg for it quietly," he ordered, one hand covering my mouth just in case.

"Please f**k me, Daddy," I whispered against his palm, voice muffled and needy. "Please fill my tight p***y with your big c**k. I need to feel you stretching me again. c*m inside me like you did in the shower."

That did it. Mark lined up the fat head at my entrance and pushed forward. He sank in slowly this time, inch by thick inch, letting me feel every ridge and vein as he claimed my cunt.

The stretch burned so good. When he bottomed out, balls deep, I nearly screamed. His hand tightened over my mouth, smothering the sound. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting my walls flutter and adjust around his girth.

Then he started moving. Long, deep strokes that made the bed creak faintly. Each thrust pushed me up the mattress.

His heavy balls slapped against my ass with wet smacks. The risk of getting caught made everything hotter. I could hear Mom's faint snoring down the hall, but here was my stepfather f*****g me senseless in my own bed.

"f**k, you're so tight," he growled quietly, picking up speed. "This p***y was made for Daddy's c**k. Grip me harder, princess."

I clenched around him obediently, my inner muscles milking his shaft on every thrust. Sweat beaded on our skin as he pounded into me. He shifted angles, hitting that perfect spot deep inside that made stars explode behind my eyes.

My t**s bounced with each powerful stroke. He leaned down and sucked one n****e into his mouth, biting gently while his hips kept slamming forward.

I was losing control. My moans grew louder despite his hand. He f****d me harder, faster, the headboard starting to tap lightly against the wall.

The wet sounds of his c**k plunging in and out of my dripping cunt filled the room. I reached between us and rubbed my c**t furiously, chasing my orgasm.

"c*m for me, baby girl," he whispered hotly. "c*m on Daddy's c**k while your mother sleeps. Let me feel that p***y squeeze me."

The words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me like lightning. My walls spasmed violently around his thick c**k, juices gushing out around his shaft and soaking his balls.

I bit his shoulder hard to stay quiet, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until I was a whimpering mess.

But he was not finished. He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked my ass up high. I buried my face in the pillow as he mounted me from behind like an animal.

He slammed back inside in one brutal thrust, f*****g me deeper than before. His big hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his c**k with every stroke. The new angle made him hit my cervix, sending sharp bursts of pleasure-pain through me.

"Yes, Daddy! Harder!" I moaned into the pillow, voice muffled. "Use my p***y. It's yours."

He reached around and rubbed my c**t roughly while pounding me. His breathing grew ragged. "Gonna fill you up again. Pump this young cunt full of stepdaddy c*m. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes! Please c*m inside me!" I begged desperately.

His thrusts became erratic, savage. With a deep, quiet groan he buried himself to the balls and exploded. Hot, thick ropes of c*m flooded my p***y, spurt after spurt painting my walls.

There was so much it overflowed immediately, dripping down my thighs onto the sheets. He kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside me.

We collapsed together, panting, his c**k still twitching inside my c*m-filled hole. He kissed the back of my neck softly.

"Good girl. But we are not done yet tonight."

Just then, we both froze. Footsteps sounded in the hallway outside my door. Mom was awake, walking toward the bathroom.

Mark's c**k was still buried deep in me, his c*m leaking around it. He pressed a hand over my mouth again, eyes dark with renewed lust and danger.

"Stay quiet, princess," he whispered, starting to move slowly inside me once more. "She is right outside."

My heart raced as the footsteps paused just beyond the door. Mark's thick c**k continued its forbidden strokes, pushing his c*m even deeper while my mother stood mere feet away.