Surrender To Sin: Erotica Collections

(Lila's pov)

The morning light streamed through the kitchen windows as I stood at the counter in my tiniest sleep shorts and a cropped tank top. Mom had

left early for another long shift, leaving the house feeling dangerously empty again. My pussy still ached from last night, sore and leaking remnants of Mark's cum, but the memory only made me wetter. I reached for a glass in the cabinet, stretching up on my toes so my shorts rode high on my ass cheeks. I knew he was watching. I could feel his eyes burning into me from the doorway.

Mark stepped into the kitchen, his presence filling the room. He was dressed for work in a crisp shirt and slacks, but the bulge in his

pants told me he had other plans. "Morning, princess," he said, voice deep and husky. He came up behind me without hesitation, his big hands gripping my hips and pulling my ass back against his hardening cock.

"Daddy, we shouldn't. Not here. What if Mom comes back for something?" I whispered, but my body betrayed me. I arched my back, grinding against the thick ridge of his dick through his clothes.

He chuckled darkly and slid one hand up under my tank top, cupping my bare breast and squeezing hard.

"She is gone for the day. And you have been teasing me in these tiny fucking shorts since you woke up. Bend over the counter like the naughty girl you are."

I obeyed, leaning forward until my tits pressed against the cool granite countertop. My nipples hardened instantly through the thin fabric.

Mark kicked my feet apart wider, spreading my legs. His rough hands roamed over

my ass, kneading the soft flesh before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. He yanked them down just enough to expose my bare, dripping pussy, leaving the fabric bunched around my thighs.

"Fuck, look at this pretty cunt," he growled,

running two thick fingers along my slit. I was soaked, my juices coating his digits immediately. "Still full of my cum from last night? Such a dirty little stepdaughter."

I moaned softly as he pushed those fingers inside me, pumping them slowly. The wet squelching sounds echoed in the quiet kitchen. I

pushed back against his hand, needing more.

"Please, Daddy. I need your cock. Fuck me right here."

He pulled his fingers out and I heard the sound of his zipper. His massive cock sprang free, hot and heavy against my ass. He rubbed the fat, leaking head up and down my slit, teasing my clit until my legs trembled.

Then he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch. The stretch was incredible, my sore pussy walls gripping every vein and ridge as he filled me completely.

"Oh god, Daddy. You are so big," I gasped, biting

my lip to keep from crying out. He bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against my clit, and stayed there for a moment, letting me adjust to the fullness.

"Take every inch, baby girl," he commanded, one

hand covering my mouth firmly while the other gripped my hip. "This pussy belongs to me now."

He started thrusting, slow and deep at first, each stroke dragging along my inner walls and hitting that perfect spot. The countertop dug

into my hips as he fucked me harder, picking up speed. His balls slapped loudly against my wet pussy with every powerful thrust. I moaned into his palm, the sound muffled as pleasure built inside me.

"Quiet, princess," he warned, but his own

breathing was ragged. "You do not want the neighbors to hear Daddy fucking his stepdaughter in the kitchen."

He reached around with his free hand and rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles. The dual sensation made my eyes roll back. My juices

dripped down my thighs, coating his shaft and making everything slick and

obscene. He pounded into me relentlessly, his thick cock stretching me wide open. I could feel every inch sliding in and out, the head bumping my cervix on the deepest strokes.

"Yes, Daddy! Harder!" I begged against his hand,

my voice desperate and muffled. "Fuck my tight pussy. Use me."

Mark groaned and slammed into me even deeper, his hips smacking against my ass. He pulled his hand from my mouth briefly to grab both my wrists, pinning them behind my back with one strong hand while the other

returned to cover my lips. The position made me completely helpless, bent over and at his mercy. He fucked me like an animal, brutal and possessive.

"Your cunt is gripping me so tight," he grunted.

"Milking Daddy's cock. You love this, don't you? Getting railed on the kitchen counter where your mother makes breakfast."

I nodded frantically, pushing back to meet his thrusts. My orgasm was building fast, a hot coil tightening in my belly. He released my wrists and spanked my ass hard, the sharp sting pushing me closer to the edge.

Then another spank, and another, each one making my pussy clench around his pistoning cock.

"Cum for me, baby girl. Cum all over Daddy's

dick," he ordered, rubbing my clit furiously.

The pleasure exploded through me. My walls spasmed violently around his thick shaft, squeezing him as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I screamed into his hand, my whole body shaking. Juices squirted out around his

cock, soaking his balls and dripping onto the kitchen floor. He kept thrusting through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was a whimpering, overstimulated mess.

But he was not done. He pulled out suddenly, spun me around to face him, and lifted me onto the counter. My shorts were still tangled

around one ankle as he spread my legs wide and slammed back inside me in one brutal thrust. This new angle let him go even deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Look at me while I fuck you," he demanded, his

eyes locked on mine. His hand returned to my mouth as he pounded into my sensitive pussy. The wet sounds of our fucking filled the kitchen, mixed with my muffled moans.

"I am going to fill you up again," he growled, his

thrusts becoming erratic. "Pump this young cunt full of hot cum. You are going to walk around all day with Daddy's load leaking out of you."

"Yes! Cum inside me, Daddy! Breed your stepdaughter's pussy!" I cried against his palm.

With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt.

His cock swelled and erupted, flooding my insides with thick, powerful spurts of cum. Rope after rope painted my walls, so much that it overflowed immediately, dripping out around his shaft onto the counter. He kept grinding deep, ensuring every drop stayed inside me.

We panted together, his forehead pressed to mine. He kissed me deeply, tongue claiming my mouth. But as he pulled back, his eyes darkened

with fresh hunger. He stayed buried inside me, his cock still twitching.

Just then, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway made us both freeze. My heart slammed against my ribs. Mark's cum was still leaking from my stretched pussy as he looked toward the window.

"Looks like your mother forgot something," he

whispered, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He gave one more slow thrust inside me, pushing his seed deeper. "Do not make a sound, princess. Daddy is not pulling out yet."