STEPDADDY DIARIES

Ivy's Mistake II

He licked and sucked with focused intensity, tongue circling her c**t before dipping inside her to f**k her with it. Two fingers slid into her p***y, curling against her front wall while his mouth stayed locked on that swollen nub. Ivy's moans filled the room, a high and desperate tone.

"Luke—oh god—Luke—"

"That's it," he praised between licks. "Let me hear how good it feels, Ivy. Your p***y tastes so sweet I could stay here all day."

Ivy came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head and her cunt pulsing around his fingers but Luke didn't stop. He worked her through it, gentling his tongue as the aftershocks rolled through her, then building her back up again until she came a second time, sobbing his name.

Only then did he crawl up her body, settling between her spread thighs. "Look at me," he said softly.

Ivy's eyes opened, looking a bit dazed.

"I want to f**k you," Luke said. "I want to be inside this perfect body but only if you really want it too. So tell me."

"I want it," Ivy breathed. "I want you…please."

Luke kissed her deeply, their tongues slid together, tasting her own arousal on his lips then he reached between them and lined himself up, pressing the thick head of his c**k against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust to the stretch. Ivy moaned into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders.

"So tight," Luke groaned against her lips. "So f*****g perfect. Your p***y was made for me."

He bottomed out with a low growl, hips flush against hers. For a moment he stayed still, letting her feel every inch. Then he started to move. Long, deep strokes that dragged his c**k almost all the way out before sliding back in. Ivy wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.

"Harder," she begged. "Please, Luke. f**k me harder."

He gave her what she asked for, hips snapping forward in powerful thrusts. The headboard knocked against the wall and Ivy's t**s bounced with every impact. Luke braced himself on one forearm and used his free hand to cup her breast, thumb rubbing her n****e in time with his thrusts.

"You're so beautiful," he panted. "Every part of you. These t**s. This p***y. The way you moan my name. You're perfect."

Ivy came again, walls fluttering around him, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his c**k and Luke f****d her through it, pace never changing. When her orgasm settled, he slowed down, changing their position so she straddled him. Ivy braced her hands on his chest and started to ride, rolling her hips in slow circles before lifting up and dropping back down.

"That's it," Luke praised, hands gripping her hips. "Ride me, baby. Use my c**k and take what you need."

Ivy's head fell back, hair flowing down her spine and her t**s bounced with every movement. Luke reached up and cupped them, thumbs brushing her n*****s. "Look at you, so f*****g gorgeous. My perfect girl."

She came again like that, grinding down hard then Luke sat up, wrapping his arms around her, and kissed her deeply while she shook through it. When she finally stilled he rolled them again, putting her on her back once more.

"I want to c*m inside you," he said against her mouth. "Want to fill this perfect p***y up. Can I?"

"Yes," Ivy moaned. "Please. c*m in me."

Luke's thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming forward. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "So good," he groaned. "So f*****g good. My beautiful girl… you're taking me so well."

He came with a low, guttural moan as he came deep inside her. Ivy held him through it, her legs locked around his waist.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Luke finally lifted his head and kissed her again. Then he carefully pulled out, watching with hooded eyes as his c*m leaked from her well-f****d hole.

"Don't move," he murmured. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp cloth. Ivy lay boneless on the bed, eyes half-lidded as Luke cleaned her gently, wiping away the mess between her thighs carefully. He pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs as he worked.

"You were incredible," he said quietly. "So responsive and so perfect."

Ivy smiled shyly. "Uhm..you too."

Luke tossed the cloth aside and climbed back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms and she curled against his chest, one leg thrown over his hip. His hand stroked up and down her back slowly.

"This isn't a one-time thing," he said after a while. "Not if you don't want it to be."

Ivy tilted her head up to look at him. "I don't. I want more of you."

Luke kissed her forehead. "Then you'll have me. Whenever you want and however you want."

They lay together quietly for a long time. Luke's fingers traced patterns on her skin, occasionally dipping down to cup her ass or brush over her breast in lazy, possessive touches. Ivy sighed contentedly, pressing closer to him.

"I should probably text my talking stage and tell him I'm no longer interested," she said eventually.

Luke chuckled. "Probably a good idea."

Ivy reached for her phone on the nightstand, typed a quick message, and set it aside again. Then she rolled on top of Luke, straddling his hips. His c**k, already half-hard again, twitched against her thigh.

"Another round?" she asked, grinding down slowly.

Luke's hands settled on her waist. "As many rounds as you want, beautiful. All night if that's what you need."

Ivy leaned down and kissed him. "I need a lot," she whispered against his lips. "I need you to worship every inch of me again. I need you to tell me how perfect I am while you f**k me. I need you to c*m inside me until it leaks out for hours."

Luke groaned, c**k hardening fully beneath her. "Then that's exactly what you'll get."

He flipped them again, pinning her beneath him. His mouth found hers in another passionate kiss, tongues sliding together as his hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, tracing the lines of her waist and hips like he was memorizing every curve.

"You're mine now," he murmured against her lips.

Ivy moaned, arching up into his touch. "Yes. Yours."

Luke sank into her again and they lost themselves in each other all through the night. By the time dawn crept through the blinds, they were tangled together in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

Luke kissed the top of Ivy's head, pulling her closer. "Get some rest, beautiful. You're going to need it."