My Step-father’s S ex Toy 4

Sean I closed the door to my bedroom and leaned against it, the wood cool against my back. My heart was still beating heavier than normal. What the hell had just happened? I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair, replaying the scene in Mila’s room. She had been so defiant at first, then obedient across my lap, counting every smack like I told her. But at the end… s**t. Her body responded in a way I never expected. The last time I had a girl almost cumming from being spanked was when I was in college, part of a Dom for sluts society. I looked down now and realized I was rock hard, my c**k straining painfully against my pants. I hadn’t even noticed it happening during the spanking. This was wrong. She was my stepdaughter, barely even an adult, and I was supposed to be the one in control. “Get it together,” I muttered to myself. I stood up and paced the room, trying to shake the image of her short skirt bunched up, her ass pink from my hand. I couldn’t let this happen again. I couldn’t wait for Delane to be back, but for the next couple of days I kept my distance from Mila. Waking up earlier than usual, working out in my room and even having meals in my office. I didn’t care if it was obvious I was avoiding her, but for the sake of my marriage I needed to do this. That was until one morning, Mila walked out of the bathroom in the tiniest f*****g towel i’ve ever seen water still dripping down her legs. My c**k woke alive in an instant, and I couldn't get out of there any faster. “f**k, this can’t continue.” I muttered under my breath. But I knew, it didn’t matter how long I held back Mila had me wrapped around her pinky finger and it was just a matter of time before I gave in. Mila I could tell Sean was attracted to me, he wanted me so badly. I saw it that night and the way he’s been avoiding me only confirmed my suspicions. For days after that spanking, Sean was everywhere in my mind. The way his hand felt so firm on my ass, the heat that spread through me. I touched myself more in those few days than I ever had before. Every night I lay in bed, fingers sliding between my legs, remembering his voice telling me to count. I came whispering his name, ashamed but unable to stop. Finally the moment I'd been dreaming about planted itself at my doorstep. I set an alarm for 5 am just so I'd be able to meet up with his gym time. The minute I saw him in his tank top and short, muscles already glistening I knew it was time. If he doesn't want to accept this attraction I'll have to force him to see it. I put on the most revealing gym clothes I owned — a white sports bra that was basically see-through when I got sweaty, and matching leggings that hugged every curve and turned sheer in the right light with no panties underneath. My n*****s were already hard just thinking about what I was about to do. I walked into the gym like it was nothing. “Morning,” I said, closing the door behind me. “Mind if I join you? I need to work out too.” Sean was on the treadmill, sweat already glistening on his arms. He glanced over and his steps faltered for a second. “Mila… I think it’s better if you use it later.” “Why?” I stepped closer, bending over to adjust the mat on the floor, giving him a clear view of my ass in the tight leggings. “We live in the same house, so we can share the space, right?” He slowed the treadmill and stepped off, wiping his face with a towel. “You know why”. I stood up and faced him, my breasts pressing against the thin bra. His eyes dropped to my chest for a moment before he looked away. “This isn’t appropriate. Go back upstairs.” I moved closer until I was right in front of him. “And if i don't, what are you gonna do about it?” I ran my hands down my sides, tracing my hips. He breathed heavier now. “Mila, stop. I’m trying to do the right thing here.” “The right thing?” I smiled and reached out, touching his chest. His skin was hot from the workout. “I can see how hard you are, don't tell me you don't want this, Daddy.” His jaw clenched. “Mila, you need to leave. Your mother—” “Mom’s not here,” I whispered, stepping even closer so my body brushed against his. “And I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m eighteen. I know exactly what I want.” My hand slid down his stomach, stopping just above his waistband. “Tell me that night didn't do something to you too, and I swear I'll stop this moment.” A glint of remembrance sparked in his eyes, and he grabbed my wrist, but instead of pushing me away, he pulled me against him and kissed me hard. I moaned into his mouth, pressing my whole body into his. His hands gripped my waist possessively as our tongues met, hot and urgent. “Dammit Mila, you're playing with fire,” he growled between kisses, his breath ragged. “I want to burn,” I gasped, sliding my hands up his chest. “Touch me, Sean. Please.” He backed me up against the weight bench, his mouth never leaving mine. One big hand slid down and cupped my ass, squeezing firmly through the thin leggings. I whimpered and rocked against him, feeling how hard he was pressed against my stomach. “You’re so f*****g tempting,” he muttered, kissing down my neck. His other hand moved up and cupped my breast through the sports bra, thumb brushing over my stiff n****e. “f**k… You look so hot in this.” I moaned, arching into his touch. “I’ve been touching myself every night thinking about your hands on me. I want to feel you spank me again, Sean.” He spun me around, bent me over the bench, and brought his hand down hard on my ass. The sharp smack echoed through the gym. Heat bloomed across my skin instantly. “Like that?” he asked, voice low and rough. He smacked the other cheek, then rubbed the sting away with his palm. “Yes, daddy,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back against him. “Harder.” He kept spanking me, alternating sides, each slap making me wetter. I was grinding back against the hard bulge in his shorts, desperate for friction. His free hand reached around and slipped under my sports bra, pinching my n****e while he kissed and bit at my neck. “You’re dripping for me again, aren’t you?” he growled in my ear, pressing his c**k against my ass. “I can feel how soaked you are through these leggings.” “Yes,” I admitted breathlessly. “All for you, will you touch between my legs? I want you to see how much of a mess I am for you.” He slid his hand down the front of my leggings, cupping my bare, dripping p***y. His fingers teased my folds, rubbing slow circles over my swollen c**t. I cried out, pushing against his hand. “f**k, you’re so wet,” he groaned, kissing me again as his fingers worked me faster. I was trembling, grinding shamelessly against his palm while his c**k pressed hot and heavy against my ass. “You like that, baby?” He whispered, biting my bottom lip. “You love how Daddy's fingers make you feel good, don't you?” “Yes…” I whimpered, grinding harder. “I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you.” He chuckled darkly and added a third finger, stretching me open. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping into my soaked p***y filled the hallway. He kissed me again, deeper, hungrier, while his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching my n****e hard enough to make me gasp. He pulled his fingers out suddenly and brought them to my mouth. “Taste yourself," he ordered. I obeyed instantly, tasting myself on his fingers as I sucked them clean. His eyes darkened with lust. “You’re such a good girl.” His big hand came down hard on my ass with a loud smack. I cried out, pushing back for more. He spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks until my ass was burning and my p***y was dripping down my thighs. “Please…” I begged, voice shaking. “I need you inside me.” “Not yet,” he growled, pressing his thick c**k between my ass cheeks. We stayed like that for what felt like forever — kissing hungrily, his hands exploring my body, spanking me, teasing me right to the edge without ever going further. The tension was unbearable. “I need to take you on a bed,” he finally rasped, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him desperately as he carried me down the hall. He kicked open his bedroom door and laid me on the bed. I watched hungrily as he pulled off his tank top, revealing his muscular chest. He climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other roamed my body. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he admitted, kissing me deeply. “Those days avoiding you… I was hard half the time thinking about f*****g you.” I moaned into his mouth as he ground his hard c**k against me through our clothes. “Then please f**k me.” He pulled my sports bra up, exposing my breasts, and sucked one n****e into his mouth while his hand squeezed the other. I arched off the bed, gasping. “Talk to me,” I begged. “Tell me how much you want me.” “You’re so f*****g perfect,” he growled, switching to the other n****e. “So rebellious and so wet. It’s driving me insane.” He gave my ass another firm smack, making me cry out in pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, grinding against his erection. “I’m such a bad girl for wanting this but your hands feel so good.” He kissed down my stomach, then yanked my leggings down my thighs. His mouth hovered over my soaked p***y, hot breath teasing me. “You want my mouth here?” he asked, looking up at me with dark eyes. “Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.” He licked me slowly, teasingly, his tongue circling my c**t while his hands held my thighs open. I was moaning loudly, fingers tangled in his hair, right on the edge when— “Mila? Sweetheart? I’m home early! Where are you two?”