Chapter 15 Anatomy lesson with step daughter
I wasn't moving anymore. I shook my head, my jaw tight, holding onto the last thread of control as I looked down at her. "No, Angel. I told you. I can’t. I’m your father. I won’t ruin you like that."
But Angel wasn't listening to my "no" anymore. She reached down, her small fingers wrapping around the thick, pulsing rod of my cock. She guided it herself, pressing the hot, blunt head against her wet slit. She started to move her hips in a slow, grinding circle, keeping the pace. She was forced to arch her back to keep the contact, her chest heaving as she stared into my eyes.
"Please... let me do it for you, Daddy," she begged, her voice cracking with a mix of need and fake innocence. "I see how much pain you are in. I can feel it. It’s so hard and it’s hurting you. Just let me help. I want to feel you. All of you."
"Angel..." I groaned her name.
I was standing on the edge of a cliff. Below me was everything I had spent my life building—my marriage, my reputation, my soul. But right in front of me was the only thing I wanted: my stepdaughter. She was literally begging me to fuck her, her small "pleases" cutting through the last of my willpower like a knife.
"Please, Daddy... please. I want you to be the first. I want it to be you. I want this dick buried inside my pussy."
I broke. "God help me," I whispered.
I reached down and gripped her thighs, my fingers sinking into her soft skin. I didn't rush. If I was going to pay for this, I was going to savor every single second of the journey. I lined myself up at her narrow entrance. I could feel how tight she was, how small that hole was. I was twice her size, and the thought of stretching her out made my head swim.
"It’s going to hurt at first, Angel," I warned calmly. "You’re so small. Are you sure? Once I go in, there’s no coming back."
"Yes," she panted, her eyes wide and fixed on mine. "Do it. Please, Daddy. Put it inside."
I leaned forward, putting my weight behind it. I pushed slowly, an inch at a time. I felt the resistance immediately.
Fuck... the heat, the tightness. I had to concentrate, at least for now. I kept moving slowly, and then I hit the barrier.
"Oh!" Angel let out a sharp, gasping cry. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails probably drawing blood, but she didn't pull away. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even closer, forcing me to continue.
"Easy, Angel. Breathe," I consoled. I stayed still for a moment, letting her body adjust to the invasion. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her nose, trying to keep her calm while I literally split her apart. "Just breathe for me, honey."
"It... it feels so full," she whispered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "It’s so big, Daddy. I can feel you everywhere."
I gave her another slow, deliberate push. I felt the barrier give way; I was all the way in. I was buried to the base inside my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter, right in the middle of the matrimonial bed I shared with her mother. I stayed still, letting the pulsing heat of her insides wrap around me. She was so tight. I could feel every twitch of her muscles.
"You okay?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
She looked up at me, a messy smile forming on her lips. "Yes. It doesn't hurt anymore. It just feels... hot. And heavy. Can you move, Daddy?"
I started the rhythm. It was slow at first—agonizingly slow. I pulled back until I was almost out, then pushed back in, feeling the way her walls stretched and gripped me. I kept the pace, thrusting and increasing my thrust as the seconds ticked.
"Oh... oh God... yes... right there," Angel moaned. Her voice was getting louder; the pain was obviously now fully replaced by pleasure. She started to move her hips with me, finding the beat. “Daddy, this feels so good.” Her eyes were narrowed, clouded by pleasure.
“You like it?” I grunted.
"Yes, Daddy... ohhh, ahhh, yes... you feel so good... you're so thick inside me."
"You're so tight, Angel," I growled, the dirty talk slipping out as I lost my grip on my "teacher" persona. "You're taking it like a good girl. You were made for this. You were made for me."
"Yes... I'm your girl... Daddy's girl," she cried out.
I increased the pace. I couldn't help it. The feeling of her sweet cunt gripping me, holding me like it never wanted to let go—the forbidden nature of what I was doing, the way she looked at me like I was her whole world—it was too much.
Slam, slam, slam.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh, oh, oh... mmmn... mmmn, mmmnnn!" she cried out in pleasure.
I started to hammer into her, my thrusts becoming fast and violent. The bed was slamming against the wall now. Our skin slapped together with a loud, wet sound.
"Fuck, Angel! You're so wet! You're ruining me!"
"F-fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me harder! Yes! Oh yes, just like that, Daddy! Harder! Daddy, harder!"
She was demanding everything I had. Her moans turned into screams, her body bucking wildly under mine. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back so I could watch her face as I fucked the living sweetness out of her.
“Take Daddy's cock, Angel. Take this cock."
“Ahhh, Daddy... oh fuck… I'm... I'm going to... Dadddyyyyyy!!!!!”
She hit her peak first. I felt her insides clenching around me in waves, a kind of squeezing that felt like she was trying to pull the life out of me. It was the final straw.
“Angggelllll, ahhhhhrrrggggg!”
I let out a guttural, animalistic roar as I followed her over the edge. I buried myself as deep as I could go, pinning her to the mattress, and let out a massive, hot flood of my release inside her.
We stayed like that for a long time, both of us shaking, both of us gasping for air. I didn't pull out. I wanted to stay connected to her for as long as possible. I held her still, my chest heaving against hers. Finally, Angel reached up and cupped my face. She looked so happy and so satisfied.
"I loved it, Daddy," she confessed with her tiny voice. "I love everything about this. I love how you feel inside me. I want more, Daddy. I want this every day. I want you to fuck me every day."
I leaned down and kissed her deeply—a kiss that was no longer "fatherly" in any way. "You’ll get more, Angel. I promise. I’ll give you everything you want, anytime you want it."
She gave me a wicked little smile. "Just don't tell Mummy I took her job from her. She might get jealous."
I let out a low chuckle. "I won't. This is our secret. Only ours."
Just as I started to pull away—
Honk! Honk!
My heart stopped. My blood turned to ice in my veins. That was the sound of the Lexus. Elena was back.
"Daddy?" Angel whispered, her eyes going wide with fear. "That's Mom."