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To anyone who will never ever get over saying: Yes, Daddy
“Wyatt. Your mother told you I was coming.” My first thought is to tell him he’s welcome to come anywhere, preferably in or on me.
My annoyance is because there’s no way I could ever think of him as a father figure unless he wanted me on my knees and calling him Daddy.
hello daddy, are you looking for a sugar baby?
It’s fucked up that I just came while imagining despicable things about my stepdaughter, but I just dumped my cum into her beverage and have a strange excitement gathering at the prospect of her drinking it.
God, this girl. This beautiful, broken girl just wants to be loved, and I want to be the one to love her.
“I’m trying to be a good man, Sophie.” I hum, pressing my nail into the hard muscle. “Must be hard when all I want is to be a bad girl.”
“I’m inside your tight, sweet pussy. How’d that happen, baby?” I shudder at his words. “You like to dream about me. I wanted to be a part of it.”
Less than six hours ago, I had my cock shoved up in my step-daughter’s tight pussy, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.
“I came in your slushie,” I tell her, squeezing my swollen head. “And you drank it all down like a greedy slut for my cum.”
“How do I taste?” she whispers, her soft pants fanning across my face. I let her hand drop from my mouth and my tongue rolls across my lips. “Like the sweetest poison. Something I won’t stop drinking till it kills me.”
“Now be my good girl and suck my cock,”
“You’re gonna be the death of me. Cover that pretty pussy, baby. I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”
“I wasn’t acting like we were doomed. I just knew once I had you, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And I’m treating you like you’re mine because you are. I don’t care if a piece of paper ties me to someone else. I’ll burn that paper and throw it in the trash.”
“I’m gonna keep you like this,” he grits out. The short, erratic snap of his hips tells me he’s close. “Naked in my bed, pumping you full of my kids.”
