STEPDADDY DIARIES

Before You Go II

She freed his erect c**k from his pants and then her tongue dragged along the underside slowly in a teasing way before she finally took the head into her mouth. Nicholas groaned deeply, his hand fisting in her hair.

"f**k, that's feels so good," he growled. "Come on, suck it deeper. I know you can do it."

Chelsea took him further, relaxing her throat as she bobbed her head, saliva dripping down his shaft. Nicholas's hips twitched right then as he was desperately fighting the urge to thrust.

"Look at you, Chels," he panted. "On your knees for your stepfather like a good girl."

She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him slowly with her hand. "I want to be your good girl, daddy. I want you to use your good girl's mouth."

Nicholas guided her back down and Chelsea took him deep again, gagging slightly but not stopping. Tears pricked her eyes, but she kept going, determined to make him feel good.

"That's it," he praised. "Take it all. You're such a perfect little slut for me."

He pulled her off before he could c*m, lifting her onto the bed. Her shorts and his clothes came off in a rush then Nicholas spread her legs, settling between them.

"I'm going to taste this pretty p***y," he said. "And you're not allowed to c*m until I say so, got it?"

Chelsea nodded, already trembling. Nicholas licked a slow stripe through her p***y folds, savoring her taste. His tongue circled her c**t before dipping inside and then Chelsea's back arched.

"Nicholas—f**k—"

He licked and sucked with focused intensity, two fingers sliding in to pump alongside his tongue. Chelsea's thighs shook and every time she got close, he backed off, blowing cool air over her swollen c**t.

"Please," she begged. "Let me cum."

"Not yet," he murmured against her. "I want you to beg me."

He crawled up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself. His c**k dragged in between her, teasing her entrance without moving in.

"Nicholas, please," she whined. "I need you inside me."

"Where do you want me?" he asked. "Tell me."

"Everywhere," she gasped. "My p***y. My mouth. My ass. I want all of it."

Nicholas groaned, reaching for the lube in his nightstand. He coated his fingers, pressing one against her tight hole and Chelsea moaned, pushing back.

"Relax," he soothed. "Let me open you up."

He worked her slowly, one finger, then two, stretching her carefully. Chelsea's hand found her c**t, rubbing in small circles.

"Nicholas—I'm ready—please—"

He positioned himself behind her, c**k pressing against her ass. "Tell me if it's too much."

"I want it to be too much," she insisted. "I want you to f**k my ass."

Nicholas pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Chelsea's breath came in short gasps, but she didn't pull away. When he was fully seated, he paused, letting her adjust.

"So tight," he groaned. "Your ass is gripping me so perfectly."

"Move already," she begged. "Please. f**k me."

He started with slow, deep thrusts which made Chelsea's moans grow louder. Nicholas reached around to rub her c**t, timing it with his movements.

"You're taking me so well," he praised. "Such a good girl letting me f**k this tight little ass."

Chelsea came with a broken cry, walls clenching around his d**k while Nicholas f****d her through it. When she recovered, he pulled out carefully.

"On your back," he ordered. "I want to see your face when I c*m inside you."

Chelsea flipped over, legs spread wide then Nicholas sank into her p***y in one smooth thrust. She was dripping and taking him easily.

"f**k," he groaned. "So wet. So perfect."

He f****d her hard like he'd been starving. Nicholas leaned down, sucking a n****e into his mouth before moving to her neck then he bit down, sucking hard enough to leave a dark hickey.

"Mine," he growled against her skin. "This body is all mine tonight."

"Yes," she moaned. "It's all yours."

Nicholas flipped them, putting her on top and then Chelsea rode him with expertise, grinding down on his c**k while he reached up, pinching her n*****s.

"That's it," he praised. "You're doing so good, baby."

Chelsea leaned forward, kissing him deeply. Their tongues tangled as she bounced on him and Nicholas's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements.

"I'm close," she panted. "Please let me cum."

"Not yet," he said, stilling her hips. "69. I want to taste you while you suck me."

Chelsea climbed off, turning around. She took his c**k into her mouth while he pulled her p***y to his face. They moved together, licking and sucking at the same pace. Chelsea's moans vibrated around his shaft.

Nicholas licked her c**t with focused intensity, two fingers pumping inside her which made Chelsea's thighs tremble. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled away.

"No," she whimpered around his c**k. "Please—"

"Not until I say," he reminded her. "Be good for me."

They switched positions again. Nicholas entered her from behind, one hand fisting her hair. "Tell me how much you want my cum."

"I want it so much," she moaned. "I want you to fill me up with every last drop of your cum."

Nicholas's thrusts grew erratic. "c*m for me, Chels," he ordered. "Now."

Chelsea shattered, screaming his name. Her walls clenched around him, triggering his own release and then he came with a guttural groan, releasing all of his thick c*m inside her.

They collapsed together, breathing hard then Nicholas pulled her close, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder.

"That was..." Chelsea started, voice hoarse.

"Incredible," he finished. "And we're not done yet."

He cleaned her gently with a warm cloth, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. Then he pulled her into his arms, stroking her back.

"Five months is going to feel like forever now," she murmured against his chest.

"It will," he agreed. "But we'll have this to remember. And when I come back..."

"We'll do it all again," she finished, smiling. "And more."

Nicholas kissed her forehead. "I can't wait."