STEPDADDY DIARIES

Ivy's Mistake I

Luke sat at his desk in his home office, laptop open to a client brief, when his phone buzzed. The name on the screen made him smile, It was Ivy. His stepdaughter rarely texted during the day unless she needed something, so he swiped the notification without thinking.

Three images loaded in quick succession.

Luke's breath caught in his throat.

The first photo showed Ivy from the collarbones down, topless, one arm lifted to hold the phone. Her breasts were full and round, n*****s tight from the cool air. The second captured her on her knees on her bed, ass raised, thong pulled aside so the camera caught the glistening pink of her p***y. The third was a close-up: fingers spreading her folds, c**t swollen, a thin string of arousal stretching between her fingertips.

Luke stared, c**k thickening instantly against his thigh. He knew he should delete them but instead his thumb moved on its own, long-pressing each image and tapping Save to Camera Roll. Then he forwarded the whole thread to his private email just in case.

A new message appeared.

Ivy: Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Luke. That was meant for someone else. Please delete them.

Ivy: I didn't mean to send those to you. f**k!!! I'm mortified.

Ivy: Please don't tell my Mom.

Luke's phone stayed silent for a long minute. Then another text came in.

Ivy: I deleted them on my end. Can you please do the same?

He read every word, c**k still hard and his mind replaying the images. The way her n*****s had pebbled, the wet shine between her legs and the arch of her back. He should have felt guilt but heat coiled low in his gut instead.

He stood, adjusted himself, and walked down the hall to her bedroom. The door was wide open and Ivy sat on the edge of her bed in an oversized t-shirt and tiny shorts, phone clutched in both hands, face flushed crimson.

She looked up when he entered. "Luke—"

He closed the door behind him. "I saw them."

Ivy's shoulders curled inward. "I know and I'm so sorry. I was trying to send them to—"

"I know you wanted to send them to that puny boyfriend of yours." He stepped closer. "But you sent them to me and I got to see every inch of you."

She swallowed. "Did you… delete them?"

Luke shook his head slowly. "No. I saved them twice so I wouldn't lose them."

Ivy's eyes widened. "Luke, why would you—"

"You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen, Ivy," he said, voice firm and steady. "Those photos… they literally took my breath away. Your t**s are perfect, full, soft-looking and your n*****s the prettiest shade of pink. Then your p***y—" He exhaled sharply. "So wet…so f*****g pretty. I couldn't stop looking."

Ivy's lips parted and her thighs pressed together unconsciously. "You… liked them?"

"I loved them." Luke moved until he stood directly in front of her. "I've been hard since the moment they came through and I keep thinking about how you'd feel under my hands, how you'd taste, how you'd sound if I touched you the way you were touching yourself in those pictures."

Ivy's breath hitched. Her n*****s tightened visibly beneath the thin cotton of her shirt. "That's… wrong."

"Is it?" Luke reached out, slow enough for her to pull away, and brushed his knuckles along her jaw. "Because the way you're looking at me right now says otherwise."

She didn't move away or tell him to stop. Instead she leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering half-closed.

"Stand up," he murmured.

Ivy rose on shaky legs and then Luke's hands went to the hem of her shirt. He lifted it slowly, giving her every chance to object but she didn't. The fabric cleared her head and fell to the floor and her breasts spilled free, exactly as they'd looked in the photos. Full, round, n*****s stiff and rosy.

"f**k," Luke breathed. "They look even better in person." He cupped one breast in each palm, thumbs brushing over the peaks which made Ivy shiver. "These are mine to caress and worship now."

He sank to his knees in front of her, pressing open-mouthed kisses across the soft undersides of her breasts. His tongue traced the curve of each one before he sucked a n****e into his mouth, gentle at first, then harder, pulling until Ivy gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair.

"Luke—"

"Say my name like that again," he growled against her skin. "Like you need me."

"Luke," she whispered, voice trembling. "Please."

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down along with her panties until they pooled at her ankles. Ivy stepped out of them, now completely bare. Luke's gaze raked over her, hungry and reverent.

"Turn around, Ivy," he said. "Let me see all of you."

Ivy turned slowly then Luke's hands slid up the backs of her thighs, over the curve of her ass. He spread her cheeks gently, thumbs brushing close to her tight little hole without quite touching. "This ass," he murmured. "So round and perfect. I want to bite mark it."

He leaned in and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of one cheek, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a red imprint. Ivy moaned, hips pushing back toward him.

Luke stood and guided her onto the bed, arranging her on her back with her legs spread, then he stripped off his own shirt and pants, c**k finally being free from its restraint. Ivy's eyes dropped to it and widened.

"You're so…big," she whispered.

"And you're going to take every inch like the good girl you are," Luke said, climbing between her thighs.

He started at her collarbones, kissing and licking downward in a slow path then spent long minutes on her breasts again, sucking each n****e until they were swollen and shiny with spit. Then he moved lower, across her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel before continuing south.

When he reached her p***y he paused, breathing her in. "Look at this pretty p***y of yours that's so wet for me already and dripping down your thighs." He dragged his tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick from entrance to c**t. Ivy's hips bucked but Luke pinned them down with one forearm across her lower belly and went to work.