It had been weeks. Weeks of afternoon rendezvous at that same hotel suite. Weeks of hurried fucks on the kitchen table, and weeks of sneaking into her girlish room at night while his wife slept on in the master bedroom. Weeks of coupling all over the house when her mother was gone for work and weeks of enjoying her lush, curvy, sweet young body.
Damon had slaked the bulk of his lust in that first stretch of days when he had Kate all to himself. She'd come home from school, all but drooling for his cock. When she'd found him in the den that first time, his dick in his hand, hard and leaking at the tip, she'd moaned and dropped to her knees. Those last few feet, she'd crawled to him, taking up her place between his feet and swallowed his dick with a practiced precision that he was ecstatic to see and feel. He'd held her head, tossing his own back, and fucked her mouth with all the abandon he'd felt in that moment.
"Alone in the house at last," he'd said, shoving his cock past her tongue and banging against her throat. She'd gagged once before adjusting her hold on him and relaxing her throat once more. She hadn't responded to his words, only moaned as he jacked into her mouth again and again.
As she'd sat back on her heels after and wiped her lips, giving him a shy smile that still smacked of her recently devastated innocence. And yet, it did linger. Her soft eyes, that hitch in her breathing whenever he moved near her, the eager way she obeyed his every whim.
Like when he'd fucked her ass the week before. Another afternoon delight. One that he'd repeated later at home that same day. When her mother had left for a walk with a neighbor/friend, he'd cornered her in the bathroom just as she'd descended into a warm bubble bath.
"I need your ass again, Kate."
She'd groaned and tried to refuse, batting ineffectually at his hands as he'd positioned her over the end of the big jetted tub. But she'd arched her back and presented her wide ass to him all the same, her pussy leaking so much of her juices that he'd known she wanted it as much as he did.
So he'd lubed her ass and his cock and brought them together in a slow glide that had them both panting hard in the already steam-filled room.
All of that, those weeks ago, had eased his treatment of her. Somewhat. She was still his fucktoy to use, but he didn't always push her to the same extremes as he had those first few times. And really, what else could he have done? By the time he'd fucked her cherry into oblivion, he'd been out of his mind with need for her. Now, having her at his every whim, he was more content to savor the softness of her body and her sweet eyes begging him for more, always.
One day, as he stirred from his dreams, the morning his wife -- her mother -- was due to return home from another business trip, he rolled to his back and stretched an arm out. He found her warm plumpness and smiled when he turned his head to find her still sleeping. He'd fucked her good and long into the night. His own body gave a twinge of protest as he shuffled out from under the tangled sheets and stood up.
He eyed his sweet little stepdaughter in the bed as he crossed to the master bathroom. No way could he sleep in her little twin bed, though they did have fun fucking in there, especially on the nights he crept in while his wife slept in this room.
When he returned to the big bed a minute later, his dick stirring against his thigh, he found that Kate had rolled to her back, her full tits splayed wide on her chest. He sighed and happily recalled the times he'd fucked those luscious tits. She'd held them sometimes, lapping at the tip of his cock as he'd slipped between them, and gobbling down his come as he'd released on her face.
He did so love coming all over his little schoolgirl's face.
Reaching the bed, he tugged the sheets down until she was revealed to him in full. Her perfect bald pussy, puffy and pink from all his attentions in the past twenty-four hours. He gently spread her legs, careful not to stir her too much. Her thighs fell open, knees bent and wide apart and she slept on, her breathing heavy and a tiny snore exiting her lips on every other exhale. Much like her mother. Which brought his dick to full attention.
The wrongness of it all, the taboo, the wickedness of fucking his wife's daughter, even if she was of age, made him hard every time he considered it. So be it.
Shifting between her spread thighs, he rubbed his thumb up and down her sweet little hole. Up to her clit, and down to her well-used asshole. Then he spread her open and dug with his fingers into her pussy. He wiggled his digits back and forth, feeling the sticky spend still inside her. And yet, even as she continued to sleep, her body grew slick and soft under his attentions.
"Good girl," he breathed and ran his wet fingers down the length of his already satisfied dick.
Moving forward, he slicked his cock through her wet lips, up and down, getting himself nice and lubed.
She slept on.
She slept on as he pushed with his hips, sinking into her soft, sucking, welcoming cunt. She slept on as he pulled back and sank in again, all the way this time, down and down until his balls rubbed against her perfect, squishy ass.
He did love all the holes and parts of her that he could fuck, but her pussy... oh, fucking hell. This wet, hot, gripping hole of hers, where he'd first had her, where she'd once been his sweet little virgin stepdaughter, he'd always have a special love for her gorgeous, pulsating cunt.
He fucked her slow, easing his dick in and out of her slick entrance. He watched her face, watched the way her smooth brow wrinkled if he shoved a little harder on one thrust, watched her beautiful D-cup tits bounce with every move he made inside her. He listened to the way her breathing hitched and altered as he continued to fuck her.
"Mmm. My little Kate." He bent low, letting his chest rub against her tits, now tightened into taut, hard peaks at the nipples. "Wake up, Kate, wake up and feel me fucking you from your dreams."
She stirred, one hand sliding up the pillow under her head. Her other hand came towards her chest only to pat the rigid muscles of his arm. That startled her enough that her eyelashes fluttered.
He started to fuck her harder, driving deeper, letting the sound of their skin slapping fill the empty room.
"Daddy?"
She sounded so delightfully confused and sleepy that he couldn't help but give her an indulgent smile. He bent his head and licked her lips, something he rarely did but always made her weak.
As expected, she melted under him. Her pussy clenched around him and a moan dragged up from her throat. Both her hands came to his shoulders and her knees lifted, cradling him between her plump thighs.
"Oh, Daddy."
God, yes. He loved watching the focus disappear from her gaze as he kept his pace up. His cock plundered her, in and out, and back again for more. She was so hot, so wet and giving under him. He reached down with one hand to hook under her knee, pressing her wider for him. He lifted himself over her, humping harder and harder until she was whimpering under the onslaught.
"That's it, Kate, my little Kate."
Her mouth fell open, her eyes lost in the grip of her lust.
"You want to come all over Daddy's cock?"
"Oh, yes, it's so good, Daddy." Her unfocused eyes were on his face, but he dropped his head and nipped at her neck, leaving a little red mark, lost among all the others. She'd taken to wearing a lot of turtle necks or high-collared shirts, which he allowed.
After that, he forgot about her clothes, or making her come, or anything but the hot tug of her cunt around his dick. God, it was so good. So fucking tight. How was she still so fucking tight as a fist around his length? It had been weeks, weeks since he'd fucked her virginity away, and he still lost his everloving mind in her sweet, wet depths.
Like now, as he fucked her faster, fucked her wildly, pounding into her hard enough to shove her up the bed until she was crying out and banging her head on the headboard with every jack of his hips against her body. And he didn't relent. He chased his climax, losing himself in her luscious young body.
"Fuck, yes!" He shouted to the rooftop and spilled his come into her warm, willing hole.
He sank down onto her, pretty sure in the back of his mind that he was crushing her, but she was so soft and warm, he didn't care.
At length, he felt her palm patting his shoulder tentatively.
"Daddy? Can I get up, please?"
He eased off of her, both of them grunting as his spent dick slipped out of her soaking pussy. He watched her shimmy off the bed and stumble to the bathroom. As she did her thing in there, his stomach grumbled and he sighed, rubbing his eyes, before getting up himself and heading downstairs to make something to eat.
There, he slapped together a quick breakfast for both of them, consisting of toast and peanut butter, along with some cut fruit and yogurt.
He was halfway done when she came into the kitchen wearing his white button-down shirt from the day before, and nothing else.
"Look at you." He sat back in his chair and brushed his hands off before patting his thigh.
She bit her lip and hurried to him, perching on his lap as instructed.
"Did I say you could put this on?"
"N-no, Daddy. I wanted to surprise you."
He chuckled, feeling indulgent after being so thoroughly satisfied by fucking her awake. "And you did, my little Kate."
She beamed, always so pleased to have pleased him. She leaned forward, snuggling into his chest. He'd started to allow this only this week, again, since she always so thoroughly saw to his needs and desires, he let her bask in his affection. If nothing else, it made her more malleable and willing to do anything he ordered her to. And he had so many unexplored plans for her still.
"Are you hungry?"
She nodded and sat up, about to leave his lap. He clutched her tighter, and pointed to the plate before them. She ate from that, and he finished his portion as well, their silence comfortable but already charging with their mutual lust.
"Your mom comes home today."
She gave him a brief pout and nodded. "So I can't stay home from school again?"
"No." He chuckled again and lifted a hand to begin undoing the buttons at the top of his shirt. "It's too risky to miss so much, my little Kate."
"You're right." She let out a put-upon sigh and shifted so he could slip his hand into the now-open shirt. His big palm covered one big tit and squeezed. A light moan slipped out of her and she melted against his side again. "I do have finals for this semester coming up."
"Yes, you do." He squeezed her nipple, smiling when it hardened between his fingers. "If you do well, I'll make sure you're properly rewarded."
"Oh, Daddy." She wrapped her arms around him, jolting when he pinched her nipple a little harder. "You always reward me."
