Mia woke to the feeling of a hot, heavy cock sliding between her slick folds.
She was still draped over Damien's chest, exactly where he'd put her after the second brutal round in his bed. Her thighs were sticky with dried cum, her pussy swollen and tender, but the moment she felt that thick head nudging against her entrance again, fresh wetness flooded out of her.
It was still dark outside. The clock on the nightstand glowed 4:17 a.m.
"Daddy…" she whispered, voice hoarse and cracked from screaming.
A large hand gripped her ass cheek, spreading her open as he rocked his hips, coating his cock in the mess they'd already made.
"Shh. Go back to sleep if you want," he murmured against her hair, voice dark and sleepy-rough. "But Daddy needs to fuck his little girl again."
He didn't wait for permission.
With one slow, relentless push, he sank halfway inside her sore pussy. Mia gasped, fingers digging into his chest. Even after everything he'd done to her last night, the stretch still burned.
"So fucking tight every time," he groaned, sinking deeper. "Like this cunt was made to choke my cock."
When he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against her, he wrapped both arms around her back and held her flush against him. Then he started fucking her — slow, deep, lazy strokes that made the bed creak softly.
Mia buried her face in his neck, moaning with every thrust. This position was intimate. Dangerous. She could feel every inch of him dragging along her walls, could feel the way her own body was already trying to milk him again.
His hand slid down to where they were joined. Two fingers found her clit and started rubbing slow circles.
"You're going to come on Daddy's cock before I fill you again," he ordered quietly. "I want to feel this little pussy squeeze me while you're half-asleep and dripping."
It didn't take long.
The combination of his thick cock stretching her, his fingers on her clit, and the filthy reality that her stepfather was using her body again before the sun even rose pushed her over the edge.
Mia came with a broken whimper, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering and clenching around him.
Damien cursed under his breath and thrust up harder, burying himself as deep as possible as he spilled inside her for the third time in less than six hours. Hot, thick ropes of cum painted her insides again. He held her there, grinding lazily, making sure it all stayed deep.
Only when he was completely spent did he ease out of her. More cum leaked onto his thigh, but he didn't seem to care.
He rolled her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and stared down at the wrecked mess between them.
"Beautiful," he muttered. "Look at how puffy and red your little cunt is. All because of Daddy."
Mia's cheeks burned, but she didn't close her legs. She let him look. Let him enjoy what he'd done to her.
Damien reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. For one terrifying second she thought he was going to take a picture, but he only checked the time.
"Five more hours until you have to be at school," he said, setting the phone down. His eyes dragged over her naked body possessively. "Plenty of time for me to fuck you properly in the shower before I drive you."
Mia's stomach flipped.
She was exhausted. Sore. Her thighs ached, her pussy felt raw and used… and she still wanted more.
She wanted everything.
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They didn't make it to the shower right away.
Damien carried her there twenty minutes later, after he'd made her ride his face on the edge of the bed until she squirted all over his tongue again. Only then did he stand her under the hot spray and wash her trembling body with surprising gentleness.
His soapy hands lingered everywhere — cupping her breasts, sliding between her legs, pressing two fingers back inside her cum-filled pussy like he couldn't stop touching what now belonged to him.
"You're going to be leaking my cum all day at school," he told her as he washed her hair. "Every time you sit down, every time you cross your legs, you're going to feel Daddy inside you."
Mia shivered under the water, pressing her forehead against his chest.
"What if someone notices?" she whispered.
"Then they'll know you've been ruined." His voice dropped. "They'll know this tight little body has been claimed."
He spun her around, pressed her front against the cool tile, and fucked her again — hard and fast this time, one hand over her mouth to muffle her screams while he pumped another load deep into her womb.
By the time they finally stepped out of the shower, Mia could barely stand.
Damien dried her off, dressed her himself in her school uniform — white blouse, pleated skirt, knee socks — and made her breakfast like nothing filthy had happened.
Except everything had.
He sat across from her at the kitchen island, still in nothing but black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, watching her eat with dark, satisfied eyes.
Every time she shifted on the stool, she could feel the warm trickle of his cum leaking into her panties.
"Damien…" she started, then corrected herself quickly. "Daddy."
His eyebrow rose.
"I have a test fourth period. And… I'm really sore."
A slow, wicked smile curved his lips.
"Good. I want you thinking about my cock every single second you're sitting in that classroom." He leaned forward, voice low. "And when you get home, you're going to come straight to my office, lift that little skirt, and bend over my desk so I can check how well you kept Daddy's cum inside you all day."
Mia's fork froze halfway to her mouth. Her clit throbbed painfully.
"Yes, Daddy," she breathed.
He reached across the island and cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip.
"That's my good girl."
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The school day was torture.
Every step made her swollen pussy rub against the cum-soaked fabric of her panties. Sitting down sent a fresh gush of his seed leaking out of her. During her test, she had to press her thighs together constantly, biting her lip to keep from moaning every time she remembered the way he'd stretched her open, the filthy things he'd growled in her ear, the way he'd filled her three — no, four — times already.
By the time the final bell rang, she was a dripping, aching mess.
She barely said goodbye to her friends before rushing to the parking lot where Damien's black SUV waited.
The second she climbed into the passenger seat, he locked the doors.
"Skirt up. Panties off," he ordered before she even buckled her seatbelt.
Mia's hands shook as she obeyed, hiking the pleated skirt around her waist and sliding the ruined white panties down her legs. She held them out to him like an offering.
Damien took them, brought the soaked crotch to his nose, and inhaled deeply.
"Fuck. You kept it all inside like a good little cumslut." His eyes darkened. "Now spread your legs and show Daddy how messy you are."
She did, leaning back against the seat, knees wide apart.
He reached over and dragged two fingers through her puffy, leaking folds, then brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean.
"Still full of me," he growled, already hardening in his slacks. "Good girl."
He started the car but didn't drive straight home.
Instead, he pulled into the underground parking garage of his office building — the one that was almost empty this late in the afternoon.
"Back seat. Now."
Mia didn't hesitate.
She climbed between the seats, heart hammering, and knelt on the leather as he followed her.
Damien shoved her forward until her chest pressed against the seat, ass up, skirt flipped over her back.
He freed his massive cock, thick and angry and already dripping precum.
"No warmup this time," he warned, lining up. "Daddy's been hard all day thinking about this."
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Mia screamed, the sound echoing in the enclosed space of the SUV.
He fucked her mercilessly — hard, fast, possessive strokes that made the car rock on its suspension. One hand fisted in her hair, the other slapped her ass again and again, leaving red handprints.
"Mine," he snarled with every thrust. "This pussy is fucking mine. Say it."
"It's yours— Daddy— it's yours— I'm yours—"
He came with a guttural groan, flooding her again, pumping rope after rope of fresh cum deep inside her already overflowing cunt.
When he finally pulled out, he didn't let her move. He kept her there, ass up, watching his cum slowly drip out of her ruined hole onto the leather seat.
Only then did he lean down and kiss the back of her neck, almost tenderly.
"Welcome home, baby girl."
Mia smiled against the seat, body trembling, pussy throbbing, completely and utterly ruined.
And they still had seventy-five more days.
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