5. Jordan #2
I suck harder, drawing long and steady, and she whimpers. Her hips shift, grinding down against me, and I feel her heat even through my jeans. I switch to the other breast, laving my tongue over her nipple before sealing my lips and pulling again.
Her breathing's ragged now, her body rocking in small desperate movements. She's rubbing herself against me, chasing friction, chasing relief, and the need in her is so raw it makes my cock throb.
"Daddy," she whispers. "Daddy, please?—"
I pull off her breast with a wet pop. Look up at her. Her face is flushed, her pupils blown wide, her lips parted.
"Please what?"
"I need—" She grinds down harder, her voice breaking. "I need you."
I reach between our bodies, the cramped heat of the backseat sticking to my skin, and shove the soaked scrap of her panties aside. My knuckles brush the slick, swollen lips of her pussy, and she jolts at the contact.
The button of my jeans pops open with a metallic click that sounds too loud in the fogged-up car. My cock springs free, thick and heavy, the head already leaking, veins pulsing with every heartbeat.
The cool air hits it for half a second before I grip her hips and pull her down onto me in one relentless stroke.
She cries out, sharp and broken, her walls clamping down around my girth like a vise. The sudden, wet heat of her is almost too much.
I groan low in my chest, the sound vibrating against her collarbone as I feel every flutter, every greedy ripple of her cunt stretching to take all of me.
The scent of her arousal thickens in the air—sweet, musky, mixing with the faint tang of her milk that still clings to my tongue.
“That’s it,” I growl against her throat, my voice rough as gravel. “That’s my good stepdaughter. Taking Daddy’s cock like you were made for it.”
Her forehead drops to my shoulder, damp strands of strawberry blonde hair sticking to my stubble.
I feel the tremble in her thighs as I start to move, rocking her hips with my scarred hands, guiding her up until just the head of me stretches her entrance, then dragging her back down so she swallows every inch.
Slow at first, letting her feel the drag, the fullness, the way her body yields to mine. But that restraint shatters fast. She’s desperate, grinding down harder, faster, her tight little body bouncing in my lap.
Her full breasts, still leaking, slap softly against my chest with every thrust, nipples dark and glistening.
I lean in, lathe my tongue over one stiff peak, tasting the warm, sweet rush of milk that beads instantly at my touch. Then I seal my lips around it and suck hard while I fuck up into her, the dual sensation pulling a sob from her throat.
Her nails bite into my shoulders through my shirt, sharp little crescents of pain that only make my cock throb harder inside her. She’s shaking, sweat-slick, her ragged breaths puffing hot against my neck as her hips roll wildly, chasing every deep stroke.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I rasp against her wet skin, the words vibrating into her breast. “My perfect little stepdaughter, letting Daddy fuck her raw in the back of his car. Letting Daddy drink from these pretty, leaking tits while you ride his cock like a needy little slut. You love this, don’t you, baby girl? ”
“Yes—yes, Daddy, I love it—” Her voice cracks, high and wrecked, every word soaked in shame and hunger that makes my balls draw up tight.
“Say it again.”
“I love it, Daddy. I love—oh God, I’m going to?—”
“Come for me.” I thrust up hard, burying myself to the hilt, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the confined space. I latch onto her nipple again, sucking with punishing pressure, feeling the hot spray of milk flood my mouth as her pussy convulses. “Come on Daddy’s cock.”
She detonates. Her whole body seizes, spine arching so violently her head cracks against the roof. Her cunt clamps down like a fist, rippling and milking me in rhythmic spasms so intense white spots burst behind my eyes.
She’s shaking uncontrollably, gasping, sobbing out my name and “Daddy” in the same breath, the sound raw and guttural. Milk pulses against my tongue in time with her orgasm, warm and sweet, dripping down my chin as I keep sucking, keep fucking her through every aftershock.
The pressure at the base of my spine snaps. My release barrels into me, hips jerking up as I bury myself as deep as I can go. I come hard, thick ropes of come flooding her spasming cunt, painting her walls, marking her from the inside while her body keeps squeezing every last drop from me.
The car reeks of sex now—sharp sweat, sweet milk, the earthy musk of her pussy and my cum—all of it fogging the windows thicker.
She collapses against my chest, boneless and trembling, her breath hot and damp against the side of my neck.
Her heart hammers against mine, frantic and unsteady.
I wrap my arms around her smaller frame, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other splayed possessively over the curve of her ass, still buried inside her twitching heat.
I pull back just enough to look at her face. She’s wrecked—flushed deep red, eyes glassy and unfocused, lips swollen and parted on little aftershocks of breath. So damn beautiful it hurts.
I kiss her. Slow and deep, tasting the salt of her tears, the sweetness of her milk still lingering on my tongue, and the raw, filthy proof of everything we just did.
When I finally pull back, I can’t stop the smile tugging at my mouth. “You really are driving me crazy, baby girl.”