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Marcus had been married to Sophie’s mother for six years, but this summer felt different. Sophie had come home from college — twenty-one now, no longer the awkward teenager he remembered. She was all long legs, soft curves, and lingering glances. The house felt smaller with just the two of them while her mother was away on a three-week work trip in Europe.
The tension started on day one.
Sophie walked around the house in tiny cotton shorts and cropped tank tops, no bra, nipples visibly hard whenever she passed him in the kitchen. She’d “accidentally” brush against him while reaching for something in the fridge, her ass pressing back against his crotch for a second too long. Marcus would clench his jaw, cock twitching in his sweatpants, but he kept his hands to himself.
Day three, she came downstairs after a shower wearing only an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass. She bent over slowly to pick up a dropped spoon right in front of him, giving him a clear view of her smooth, bare pussy. Marcus’s cock hardened instantly. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom to jerk off furiously, imagining burying his face between those cheeks.
By day five, the air in the house was thick. They barely spoke, but every look burned. Sophie would catch him staring at her tits or ass and bite her lip, smiling shyly. Marcus started walking around shirtless, his muscular, hairy chest and the heavy bulge in his pants on full display. He caught her staring multiple times.
On the seventh night, the tension finally snapped.
Sophie was on the couch watching a movie in the dark, legs tucked under her. Marcus came downstairs after a shower, towel around his waist. He sat on the other end of the couch, but the distance didn’t last.
Sophie crawled over slowly, straddling his lap. Her shirt rode up, bare pussy pressing directly against the growing bulge under his towel.
“Daddy…” she whispered, voice trembling with need. “I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been wet for days thinking about you.”
Marcus’s hands gripped her hips hard, eyes dark with hunger. “You’ve been teasing me for a fucking week, baby girl. Walking around with this little pussy barely covered, bending over, looking at me like you want your stepdad to ruin you.”
Sophie rocked against him, whimpering. “I do, Daddy. I want you so bad.”
Marcus yanked the towel open. His thick, veined cock sprang free, rock hard and leaking. He pulled Sophie’s shirt off, exposing her perky tits and hard nipples. He sucked one into his mouth roughly while guiding her hips.
“Put it in,” he growled against her breast.
Sophie reached down, lined up the fat head of his cock with her dripping pussy, and sank down slowly. A long, broken moan tore from her throat as she took every thick inch.
“Oh my god, Daddy — you’re so big — stretching your stepdaughter’s pussy —”
Marcus groaned, hands gripping her ass as she bottomed out. “Fuck, baby. So tight. So wet for your Daddi.”
Sophie started riding him — slow at first, then faster, grinding and bouncing on his thick cock. The wet sounds of her pussy taking him filled the living room.
**Slap-slap-slap-slap**
“Daddy — yes — your cock feels so good — I’ve wanted this for so long —”
Marcus thrust up hard to meet her, slapping her ass sharply. “This pussy belongs to Daddi now. Say it.”
“It’s yours, Daddi!” Sophie cried, voice high and needy. “My pussy is Daddi’s — fuck your little girl harder — please —”
He pounded into her faster, the couch creaking violently. One hand pinched her nipple while the other rubbed her clit. Sophie’s moans turned into desperate whimpers, her slim body shaking.
“Daddi — I’m gonna come — please let me come on your cock —”
“Come for Daddi, baby girl. Soak my cock.”
Sophie shattered — crying “Daddi!” as her pussy clenched and spasmed around him, juices dripping down his balls. Marcus fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her back on the couch.
He shoved her legs wide and high, slamming back inside in one brutal thrust. He fucked her hard and deep, the wet squelching loud and obscene.
**Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap**
“Look at Daddi’s cock destroying your tight little pussy,” he growled, eyes locked on where they were joined. “Been teasing me for days. Now you’re getting exactly what you wanted.”
Sophie’s tits bounced with every thrust, her moans constant. “Yes, Daddi — ruin me — fill me up — I’m yours —”
Marcus buried himself deep and came with a low groan — thick, hot ropes of cum flooding her pussy. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his load deeper with filthy wet sounds, some cum already leaking out around his cock.
Even after he finished, he stayed inside her, slowly grinding, kissing her deeply.
“You’re sleeping in Daddi’s bed tonight,” he murmured against her lips. “And every night until your mother comes back. This pussy is mine now.”
Sophie nodded weakly, legs still trembling, cum leaking out around his softening cock.
“Yes, Daddi… I’m yours.”
The sexual tension that had built for days had finally broken — and neither of them planned on stopping anytime soon.