Chapter 16 Anatomy lesson with step daughter
Dinner was the most intense hour of my life. I sat at the head of the table, my hands slightly shaking with guilt as I cut into my steak. Across from me sat Elena, looking refreshed from her trip, and to my right was Angel. She had showered and changed into a fresh sundress, but to me, she still smelled like the afternoon we had just shared.
"So…" Elena started, sipping her wine. "How were things while I was gone? Mark, was Angel a good girl?"
I choked slightly on my water. "Yes," I managed to say, wiping my mouth. "She was... very helpful. Very quiet."
Angel giggled as she reached for the salad bowl, her eyes locking onto mine with a playful, wicked glint. "I was more than just quiet, Mom. I helped Daddy a lot. He had so much work to do, and he was so stressed. I just did what I could to make him feel better. Didn't I, Daddy?" she asked with a smile.
"She certainly did," I muttered, retracting my gaze from Angel and staring down at my plate.
"That’s my girl," Elena smiled, completely oblivious. "I'm glad you didn't disturb him. It’s important for this family to be close."
After dinner, the house settled into a fake, normal energy. Elena went up to our bedroom to finish some reports on her laptop. I joined her there, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to pretend I was reading a book. But my mind was a mess. I kept waiting for the guilt of what I had done to crush me, but all I could think about was Angel’s body. The way she screamed "Daddy." Her pussy feeling tight around me.
Suddenly, a soft knock came at our door, jarring me out of my thoughts. Angel stepped in, leaning against the frame. She looked at me, then at her mother.
"Daddy? Sorry to bother you, but my shower is acting up again. I think the handle is stuck. Can you please help me fix it?"
I looked at her, genuinely surprised. I thought she was already asleep and done for the night. "Now, Angel? It’s late."
"Please?" she drawled, with a sweet and innocent voice. "I really want to wash my hair before bed."
Elena didn't even look up from her screen. "Go ahead, Mark. You know how she is with that shower. Just be quick; I want to watch a movie when I'm done with this."
"Alright, just go. I'll be right there," I said.
A few minutes later, I walked down the hall to Angel’s room. I pushed the door open, expecting to see a broken faucet. Instead, the room was dimly lit by a small lamp on her nightstand. My eyes caught her—
Angel.
She was standing in the middle of the room, completely naked.
"Angel!" I hissed low, closing the door behind me and locking it with a fast click. "What are you doing? Your mom is literally three doors away!" I whispered low.
She didn't look scared. She walked toward me, her bare feet silent on the carpet. She stopped just inches away, her small, firm breasts almost touching my chest.
"I couldn't sleep, Daddy," she whispered. "I’ve been thinking about this afternoon. My body... it feels like it’s aching. I tried to do what you showed me. I touched myself, but it didn't work. It’s not enough. I need the real cure."
She reached out, her hand sliding over the front of my pants, finding the hardness that had returned from the moment I saw her. "I feel the tension again, Daddy. And it’s even worse this time. You have to help me, please."
I looked at the door, then back at her. The risk was insane. If Elena walked in, my life was over. But looking at Angel—seeing her skin glowing in the lamplight, her eyes begging me to fuck her again after just a few hours of fucking the shit out of her—I was powerless.
"You’re going to be the death of me," I growled.
I grabbed her, pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. I wasn't gentle this time; I was desperate. I pushed her back toward the bed, my hands roaming over her curves. I knelt down, taking one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking on the hard nipple.
“Ahh…” she moaned.
"Shh," I warned, looking up at her. "Keep it down. Your mom is right there."
"I can't help it," she panted, her fingers tangling in my hair. "You feel so good, Daddy. Please... I want you inside again. I want your dick again."
I stripped off my clothes in no time. I didn't waste a second. I lay her down on the bed and moved between her legs. She was already wet, her body ready for me. I lined myself up and slid in with one long, slow thrust.
"Ohhh... ahhh..." she gasped, her back arching off the bed.
"Quiet, Angel," I whispered, with a voice thick with lust. I started to move, my hips hitting hers with a rhythmic, wet sound. I was trying to be quiet, but the tightness of her was making me lose my mind. Every time I pushed in, it felt like she was trying to swallow me whole.
"Ahhhh, yes... ohhh, yes... ohhh, Daddy… Daddy… ohhh, yes… nnnnmmg, like that... oh, yes... cure the ache... ohhh, yes... just… ahhhh,” she sung low.
"You're so... tight, baby," I gritted. "Your pussy is so tight. So fucking tight. It's like you've never been touched. Ahhhh, so tight, even though I was just here a few hours ago."
"Ohhh, yes, Daddy, it's because it wants you so much," she moaned.
I flipped her over, pulling her onto her hands and knees. I moved behind her, my hands gripping her waist. I slid back into her from behind, the new angle allowing me to go even deeper.
“Ahhhhrgg, fuckkkk….” The moan escaped my mouth.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, yes... ohhh. My fucking... oooh... oh God... that's it. Right there… ohh, yes... harder, Daddy, harder…," she sobbed into the pillow.
"Keep it down, baby," I reminded her, even as I started to slam into her. I couldn't help the moans coming out of my own throat. The friction was incredible. I felt like I was burning up. I reached around and grabbed her breasts, pulling her back against me as I hammered away.
The danger only made it feel better. The thought of Elena sitting just down the hall, typing away on her laptop while I ruined her daughter in the next room, made my blood boil with a dark, sick pleasure.
"I'm close... I'm so close," Angel whispered, her head shaking back and forth.
"Me too," I gasped.
I increased the speed, my thrusts becoming short and violent. I felt her walls start to shake—that familiar clamping sensation that told me she was hitting the edge. I didn't stop. I pushed harder, my heart racing so fast I thought it might burst.
"Yesssahhhhhhhh! Daddy, now! It’s—ooooohhhh—"
She came with a silent, shaking intensity, her body vibrating under mine. I followed a second later, a massive, hot release that left me feeling weak and hollow. I collapsed on top of her for a moment, both of us drenched in sweat, our breathing being the only sound in the room.
I stayed there for a minute, then slowly pulled out. Angel was still, her eyes closed, but there was a peaceful smile on her face.
"You're a bad girl," I whispered, kissing her shoulder.
"I'm Daddy's girl," she murmured tiredly, already drifting off to sleep.
I dressed quickly, making sure I didn't leave anything behind. I stepped out of the room, my heart still thudding, and walked back to my bedroom. I opened the door quietly. The light was off. Elena was fast asleep, her laptop closed on the nightstand.
I climbed into bed beside her, pulling the covers up to my chin. My body was exhausted, but my mind was spinning. I had just crossed the line twice in on
e day, and as I listened to my wife’s steady breathing, I knew I would do it again tomorrow.