STEPDADDY DIARIES

Sharing A Room

The hotel clerk shrugs and slides the keycard across the counter. "Only one room left and it's a king sized bed. Sorry about that."

Mark takes the card without looking at his stepdaughter, already feeling the heat crawl up his neck.

Emma stands beside him in a thin sundress, the fabric clinging to her curves from the humidity outside. She doesn't say anything either, but her fingers brush his wrist when she reaches for her suitcase.

The elevator ride is silent and the walk down the hallway seems long. When the door clicks shut behind them, the room feels smaller than it should.

One bed for two people who aren't supposed to want each other.

Emma drops her bag and turns to him. "I guess we're sharing." Her voice is light, but her eyes linger on his mouth.

Mark swallows hard. He's been fighting this for months since she turned eighteen, since the glances started lasting too long, since he caught her staring at the bulge in his swim trunks just three days ago.

She peels off her dress in one motion. No bra on, Just a pair of lace panties that barely cover anything. Her n*****s are already hard and Mark's c**k twitches in his pants. He knows he should look away but he doesn't.

"Emma what are you—"

"Don't," she says, stepping closer. Her hand presses against his chest, then slides down to cup him through his jeans. "We've been holding back for too long." She squeezes, feeling him swell under her fingers. Mark groans, his resolve cracking.

He grabs her hips and pulls her against him, crushing his mouth to hers. Her tongue meets his immediately, hungry and wet. She tastes like the mints from the lobby.

He backs her toward the bed slowly, hands roaming over her bare skin, squeezing her ass, sliding between her thighs to feel how soaked her panties already are.

Emma yanks at his belt, pops the button and shoves his jeans down. His hard c**k springs free and she wraps her fingers around it, stroking once, twice, before dropping to her knees.

Her lips part and she takes him into her mouth without hesitation, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the head. Mark's hand fists in her hair as she works him deeper, gagging slightly when he hits the back of her throat.

"f**k, Emma," he growls. He pulls her up, spins her around, bends her over the edge of the bed. Her panties come off in one rough tug.

He spreads her legs, lines up, and thrusts into her p***y in one smooth stroke. She's tight, hot and dripping around him. Emma moans into the mattress as he starts f*****g her, hips snapping forward, skin slapping against skin.

He reaches around to rub her c**t while he pounds into her and her p***y walls clench around his c**k with every thrust. She pushes back to meet him, greedy for more.

Mark leans over her, bites her shoulder, whispers filthy things against her ear…how long he's wanted this, how wet she is for her stepfather, how he's going to fill her up with his hot c*m.

Emma comes first, shuddering and gasping, her p***y pulsing around him. Mark follows seconds later, burying himself deep and pumping c*m into her, hips jerking with each spurt. They stay locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked skin pressed close.

He pulls out slowly, watches his c*m drip down her inner thigh. She turns in his arms, kisses him again, softer this time. "Round two in the shower?" she asks, already reaching for his half-hard c**k.

Mark doesn't answer with words. He just lifts her up and carries her toward the bathroom, already hard again.

In the bathroom, she has her legs wrapped tight around his waist. The shower hisses to life and steam fills the small space and then he sets her down under the spray, water cascading over her t**s and running in rivulets down her stomach.

Emma reaches for his c**k again, stroking him back to full hardness while he palms her breasts, thumbs circling her n*****s until they stiffen under his touch.

She turns and braces her hands on the tiled wall, arching her back to present her ass. Mark grips her hips and slides back slowly and fully inside her p***y in one thrust, the hot water making everything slicker.

He f***s her harder this time, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls. Emma moans and pushes back, taking every inch while his balls slap against her with each stroke.

He reaches around and rubs her c**t in tight circles. A few moments later, her legs shake and she comes again, p***y clenching around his c**k, and he follows right after, shooting another load deep inside her. c*m leaks out around his shaft and swirls down the drain.

They rinse off, but neither of them is done. Mark sits on the edge of the tub and pulls her onto his lap. She sinks down on his c**k, riding him slow and deep while water streams over both of them and her t**s bounce in his face. He sucks one n****e into his mouth, biting gently, and she grinds down harder.

They keep f*****g until the water runs cold and by the time they stumble back to the bed, both of them are sore and satisfied, so they cuddle into each others arms.

“You were so f*****g good, Emma.” Mark said as he stroked her hair. She smiled and snuggled in closer to him.