4. GAVIN
GAVIN
The first thing I register is wet heat wrapped around my cock.
For a split second, disorientation clouds my brain—then awareness crashes through me like a freight train. My hips jerk involuntarily as my eyes snap open to find Georgie crouched between my thighs, her hair spilling across my stomach while those perfect lips stretch around my shaft.
"Jesus Christ." The curse rips from my chest, rough with sleep and shock and the kind of raw need that makes my balls draw up tight.
She doesn't pull off. Those bright blue eyes flick upward instead, locking onto mine with a spark that punches straight through my ribs. Freckled cheeks cave inward as she sinks lower, the faint crust of dried milk still flaking along her collarbone from the greedy way I'd marked her hours earlier.
The sight alone nearly snaps the last thread of my control, my cock twitching heavy against her tongue while the room stays steeped in that hush before dawn.
Pre-dawn light slips through the heavy curtains in pale, silvery bands, catching on the reddish-brown strands that drape over her bare shoulders and the subtle sheen of sweat already gathering at the small of her back.
Her skin looks almost luminous in the half-dark, every curve of her compact body thrown into soft relief while she devotes herself to me with a focus that borders on worship.
The flat of her tongue drags slow and deliberate along the thick vein running underneath, pressing just hard enough to make my thighs tense against the mattress. Then she hollows her cheeks again, creating that tight, rippling suction that drags a guttural sound from deep in my throat.
"Fuck—baby girl?—"
My fingers shoot down on instinct, burying themselves in the heavy silk of her hair, gripping tight enough to feel the heat of her scalp.
Pleasure twists low in my gut, sharp and demanding, coiling so viciously I have to fight the instinct to thrust straight into the back of her throat. She hums around my length, the low vibration traveling straight through my shaft and into my spine until every muscle in my body goes rigid.
"Baby girl, you're fucking killing me here. Where'd you learn to do that?"
She eases off with a wet pop that echoes too loudly in the quiet room, thin strands of saliva stretching like gossamer between her puffy lower lip and the flushed, glistening head of my cock.
A single bead of precum wells at the slit and she catches it with the tip of her tongue before it can drip away. "Just now," she answers, voice husky and breathless, those wide blue eyes never leaving mine. "Am I doing it right, Daddy?"
The innocent lilt wrapped around that filthy word ignites something primal inside my chest, a possessive heat that flares so hot it feels like it might burn me from the inside out.
She keeps her small hand curled firm around my base, stroking with lazy, deliberate pulls that keep me right on the edge while she waits for my verdict.
My mind floods with every filthy image of how I want to ruin her—how I already have, and how I'll do it again the second I regain the ability to think straight. The power she hands me so willingly is intoxicating, addictive in a way that should terrify a man like me.
My thumb sweeps across the corner of her slick mouth, gathering the mess of spit and precum before I push the pad between her lips just to feel her suck it clean.
"You're doing perfect, sweetheart." The praise comes out gravel-rough, laced with the kind of satisfaction that settles deep in my bones. "Such a good girl, waking Daddy up with that pretty mouth."
Pride blooms across her features before she dips her head again, taking me deeper this time. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat and she gags slightly, tears springing to her eyes, but she doesn't pull away.
Instead, she relaxes her jaw and pushes forward, taking another inch until her nose presses against the dark hair at my groin.
"Christ—" My grip tightens in her hair, not pulling but holding, anchoring myself against the overwhelming sensation of her throat working around me. "That's it. Take all of Daddy's cock."
She makes a desperate, needy sound, her thighs squeezing together as she bobs her head. The sight of her grinding against nothing while she services me cranks my already razor-thin control even tighter.
Drool runs down her chin, making a mess of both of us, and the sloppy wet sounds fill the quiet bedroom.
The urge to come down her throat nearly wins. My orgasm builds with terrifying speed, pressure mounting until white edges my vision. But I don't want to finish like this—not when I can have her wrapped around me instead, clenching and crying out while I fill her with my seed.
"Stop." The command comes out harsher than I intend, but she obeys immediately, releasing me and sitting back on her heels. Her lips are red and puffy, her eyes glazed with arousal. "Turn around. On your stomach."
She scrambles to obey, the sheets whispering under her palms as she crawls forward on all fours. Her hair spills across her back like spilled ink, catching the pale dawn light filtering through the half-drawn curtains.
When she collapses face-first into the pillows, her ass lifts high, those lush, curved cheeks parting just enough to expose the slick mess between her thighs.
"Spread your legs wider." The words scrape from my throat as I kneel behind her smaller frame, one broad palm clamping onto the flare of her hip while the other fists my throbbing cock. "Show Daddy what's his."
A broken whimper vibrates against the pillow, but her knees slide obediently apart, the soft cotton bunching beneath them.
The sight hits me like a gut punch—her pussy lips swollen and glistening a deep pink. Her entrance flutters visibly, winking open and closed around empty air, slick with the evidence of her constant need.
The raw hunger clawing through my chest tightens every muscle; this woman, my unexpected stepdaughter, has become an addiction I have no intention of shaking.
"Please, Daddy." Her plea emerges muffled and trembling, thick with longing that coils straight into my balls. "I need my stepfather's cock."
"I know you do, baby girl." The head of my cock nudges her entrance, her heat so intense it sears me even before I push inside. Her body instinctively tries to suck me deeper, those velvet walls rippling in invitation. Dark satisfaction surges through my veins. "Daddy's going to take care of you."
I slam forward in a single, merciless thrust, burying every thick inch until my hips smack against her ass and my balls press tight to her clit.
The force drives her deeper into the mattress, and her scream rips free—hoarse, shocked, edged with a pleasure so sharp it borders on agony. Inside, she clamps down around me like a molten fist, impossibly snug despite the savage stretch I inflicted last night.
The sting must burn through her, a bright, biting ache where her tender flesh struggles to accommodate my girth, yet she shoves back against me with a needy roll of her hips, chasing more.
Dark triumph floods my thoughts. She was made for this—for me—her optimistic little soul corrupted so perfectly by the danger I represent. The realization that she craves the monster in me only makes my cock throb harder inside her.
"That's my girl." I withdraw with deliberate slowness, letting her feel every veined inch drag along her sensitive walls, before I drive back in with enough power to jolt her forward again.
Each whimper and gasp that spills from her lips feeds the beast raging under my skin.
"Taking Daddy's cock so well. Look at this greedy cunt, already begging for more. "
"Yes—oh God—yes, Daddy?—"
My fingers sink into the soft give of her hips, gripping hard as I set a ruthless rhythm. The sharp smack of my pelvis colliding with her ass cracks through the quiet room like gunfire, each impact sending ripples across her creamy flesh.
Her broken cries rise higher, mingling with the wet, filthy sounds of her pussy devouring me and the ragged rasp of my own breath sawing in my lungs.
Sweat prickles across my shoulders and chest, tracing cool paths down the grooves of my back despite the crisp morning air seeping through the window cracks.
The contrast only heightens everything—the burn in my muscles, the slick slide of her arousal coating my shaft, the way her walls flutter and squeeze with every punishing stroke.
I want to ruin her for anyone else. The thought pounds through my skull in time with my thrusts. No one else will ever touch her. No one else will ever fill her the way I do, stretching her open and claiming every slick inch until she forgets her own name.
My gaze drops to where we join, mesmerized by the way her pussy lips stretch around my thickness, creamy evidence of her pleasure frothing at the base of my cock with every withdrawal.
The primal urge to breed her, to watch her body change because of me, surges so violently I have to clench my jaw against a groan.
Leaning forward, I cover her completely, my much larger frame caging her in. The new angle lets me grind deep inside her with every thrust, and her response is immediate—another gush of wetness floods around me, her thighs trembling violently.
Her scent intensifies, sweet and heady, wrapping around my senses until all I can think about is flooding her again, marking her from the inside out until there's no doubt who she belongs to.
"Going to keep you full of my come." The words growl out between thrusts, dark promises I fully intend to keep. "Watch your belly swell with my baby. Keep you pregnant and dripping with milk for me."
"Please—" She sobs into the pillow, her back arching to take me deeper. "Want that, want you to make me pregnant?—"
"Fuck yes you do. You're going to look so fucking beautiful round with my child. Everyone will know you belong to me. That your stepdad knocked you up and claimed you."