She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my old shirts, the hem barely covering the curve of her ass. Eighteen months after the wedding, and my stepdaughter still knew exactly how to make my cock twitch the second she entered the room. "Morning, Daddy," she said, voice low and thick with sleep, pouring coffee like we weren't both thinking about last night.
I didn't answer with words. I stood up, grabbed her by the hips, and bent her over the counter. The shirt rode up, exposing her bare pussy, already slick. "You walked around like this on purpose," I growled, yanking my shorts down. My cock slapped against her ass, thick and ready. She pushed back, grinding against me.
"Fuck me hard this time," she hissed. No slow build. I slammed into her in one thrust, burying every inch. She moaned loud, hands gripping the edge of the counter as I pounded her. Wet sounds filled the kitchen with every stroke. Her tight cunt gripped me, milking my shaft while I reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles.
She came fast, legs shaking, juices running down her thighs. I didn't stop. I fucked her through it, pulling her hair, slapping her ass until it reddened. "Tell me whose pussy this is," I demanded.
"Yours, Daddy. Always yours." The words made me throb harder. I pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees. She opened her mouth and took me deep, tasting herself on my cock. Sloppy, wet sucks, spit dripping down her chin as I fucked her throat.
When I was close, I hauled her up, bent her over the table this time, and drove back inside. Harder. Faster. Her tits bounced under the shirt with every thrust. I reached under, pinched her nipples, then slid two fingers into her mouth. She sucked them like she sucked my dick.
I exploded inside her, flooding her cunt with thick ropes of cum. She clenched around me, coming again, screaming my name. We stayed locked like that, panting, my cock still twitching deep in her.
Later, in the shower, she soaped my balls while I fingered her ass, promising round two before lunch. This was our secret, raw and filthy, and neither of us wanted it to end.
