I Will Tell My Stepdad You Fuck Me If You Stop

The curtains were drawn, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp.options{ phantom: true, backgroundImage: ‘https://unsplash.com/photos/path-LVoKqRQ’ }
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Emma, a 24-year-old beauty with fiery red hair cascading down her back, reclined on the king-sized bed. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed at her stepfather, Tom, towering over her. She had been teasing him for weeks, flaunting her toned body in revealing outfits, accidental touches that lingered a tad too long. And today, she had finally decided to take things to the next level.

“I’ve been thinking, Tom,” Emma purred, trailing a finger along his chest. “About us. About how good it could be if you stopped fighting your feelings for me.”

Tom’s eyes widened, his breath hitching at her brazen words. “What are you saying, Emma? We can’t… it’s wrong.”

A sultry smirk played on her lips as she rose from the bed, standing mere inches from him. “Nothing about this feels wrong,” she whispered, trailing her fingers along his jawline. “In fact, it feels oh so right.”

Her hands slid down his chest, fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Tom’s hands fluttered at his sides, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. Emma took advantage of his hesitation, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and throwing it to the floor.

“Seeing me fuck other men, it drives you crazy, doesn’t it?” Emma murmured, her lips trailing over his collarbone. “You can’t stand that they get to touch me like this.”

She pressed her body flush against his, her hands roving over his back. “But what if I told you, Tom, that you’re the one I crave? That when they touch me, I’m imagining it’s you?”

Tom groaned, his hands finally coming to rest on her hips. “You’re playing with fire, Emma,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “If I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

“That’s the point, Daddy,” Emma purred, nipping at his earlobe. “I don’t want you to stop.”

She dropped to her knees, her hands working at his belt. Tom’s breath sped up, his heart pounding in his chest as she freed his hardening cock. Emma licked her lips at the sight of him, thick and throbbing, just for her.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you Emma?” Tom growled, tangling his hand in her hair. “Playing with Daddy’s feelings, teasing him with your sexy little body.”

Emma met his gaze, her eyes filled with lust. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her hand stroking his length. “But you know you love it. Love showing me who’s boss.”

She leaned forward, her tongue tracing the underside of his cock. Tom let out a low moan, his grip on her hair tightening. Emma swallowed him whole, her head bobbing up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, Emma,” Tom groaned, his hips thrusting forward. “Your mouth feels so good.”

She pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. “Mmm, you taste even better, Daddy,” she purred, her hand pumping his shaft. “I could do this all day.”

Tom growled, yanking her to her feet. “Not nearly as much fun as this,” he rumbled, spinning her around and bending her over the bed.

Emma gasped as she felt his hands grip her ass, spreading her cheeks. “Tom, please,” she whimpered, arching her back. “I need you.”

Tom wasted no time, freeing his cock and burying himself to the hilt in her dripping pussy. Emma cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets as he stretched her.

“Fuck, you’re tight Emma,” Tom grunted, pulling out and slamming back in. “So fucking tight.”

He set a punishing pace, fucking her hard and deep. Emma pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their moans and cries.

“Harder, Daddy,” Emma gasped, her fingers reaching between her legs to rub at her clit. “Fuck me harder.”

Tom obliged, one hand gripping her hip while the other grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled, forcing her back to arch, changing the angle of his thrusts. Each one struck a spot inside her that had her seeing stars.

“I’m going to come,” Emma whimpered, her fingers moving frantically over her clit. “Fuck, Tom, I’m coming.”

Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as she flew apart. Tom followed quickly, grunting his release as he pumped her full of his hot, thick cum.

They collapsed onto the bed, both breathing heavily. Emma rolled over, nuzzling into Tom’s chest. “We can’t tell Mom about this,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his sternum.

Tom chuckled, his arms wrapping around her. “Wouldn’t dream of it, pumpkin,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Emma smiled, smug in the knowledge that she had finally broken down the walls between them. Now, things were going to get a whole lot more interesting in the house. And she couldn’t wait.