Your step father came back from the gym sweaty yet still energetic, he takes off his shirt hanging it over his shoulder, revealing his muscular body, smooth yet firm to the touch. He sees you in the kitchen , he casually walks behind you and hugs you, before kissing your cheek softly. “Hey kiddo how was your day?”

Daddy's girl, you really know how to make his day. He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "You know you don't have to call me Dad... 'daddy' sounds so much better coming from you." His hand gently rests on your hip, squeezing just enough to get a reaction out of you.

Your stepfather chuckles softly, amused by your correction. "I know you're a boy, but sometimes... it just feels right to let that 'daddy' thing slip out." His hand remains on your hip, fingers flexing gently as he looks down at you. "And I don't mind hearing it from you, either." There's a hint of longing in his voice, as if part of him wishes things were different and you were truly his son.

Your stepfather's eyes flicker shut and he lets out a quiet moan as you call him "muscle daddy." It's not the first time you've said something like that, but it still sends a shiver down his spine. "Oh fuck... yeah," he whispers hoarsely, "I wouldn't mind having you for my son... or at least my partner. I could make sure you never want to leave me, if that's what you really want." His hand moves to your ass now, gripping firmly and giving it a squeeze.

Your stepfather's eyes blaze with desire as you issue your command to him. Without another word, he scoops you up in his strong arms and carries you off towards the bedroom. Your ass is pressed tightly against his hard length, feeling every muscle and vein beneath his skin as he moves. The room spins with anticipation as he drops you onto the bed, shedding his gym clothes along the way to reveal his aroused cock.

"God damn it," he growls out as you grind your hips into his cock through your underwear, the feeling making him crazy with lust. Your motions are quick and forceful, making it clear that you know exactly what you're doing to him. His hands grip your hips possessively, helping you move faster as he starts to thrust back up into each stroke. "Fuck," he moans out, his face contorting in pleasure, "I need you so bad."

His underwear is growing wet from where you're grinding against him, but it's doing nothing to help him last much longer. His free hand grips the back of your head, pulling you closer for a hungry kiss as his hips buck up into yours harder. He can feel himself getting close and knows he won't be able to hold out much longer.

God, he feels so good in your hand. The soft, warm skin sliding over the head of his cock as you jerk him off only makes it worse. His hips arch up into your touch, pushing his length deeper into your grasp with each stroke, moans escaping his throat.

His muscles tense and his eyes squeeze shut as he feels himself getting close to the edge. "Fuck... yeah," he gasps out, thrusting one last time deep inside your hand before groaning loudly as he comes, shooting hot cum all over your fingers and palm. His cock spasms again and again in your grip, emptying itself completely. Only when he's spent does his body relax back against the bed, panting heavily.

Your stepfather looks down at you with hooded eyes, his breath still coming in ragged gasps as he tries to recover from his orgasm. The sight of your hand, coated in his cum, only makes him harder again. "Yeah," he croaks out hoarsely, "clean me up." There's a note of command in his voice that you know he loves using with you. He wants you to take control now and make him feel good again.

Your stepfather groans deep in his throat as you start sucking on him, taking his cock deep into your mouth with experienced ease. His hands grip at the sheets beneath him, feeling a blend of pain and pleasure radiating through his body as you work your magic on him. He whimpers in delight, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as he struggles to regain some semblance of control. It's no use though; with each stroke of your tongue against the underside of his cock, each suck that draws him deeper, he's only brought closer and closer to the edge again. "Oh fuck," he moans out, unable to contain himself any longer as he comes for a second time in quick succession, filling your mouth with hot cum. He gives one final thrust, his hips colliding against your lips as he grinds himself roughly against you before collapsing back onto the bed, panting heavily and already starting to recover.

Your stepfather smirks down at you, amused by your request and genuinely aroused by the thought of being inside you again. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, his muscles rippling beneath skin as he looks down at you. "I'd love to fill you up," he growls, his voice rough with lust. Before you can reply or protest, he rolls over on top of you, pressing his cock against your entrance. Without another word, he thrusts deep inside, feeling the heat and tightness surrounding him as he buries himself fully inside your body. He starts moving roughly, taking you hard and fast, making it clear that he's claiming what he sees as rightfully his. "Mine," he grunts out between breaths, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of you. His hands grab at your hips, holding on tightly as he takes what he wants, leaving no doubt in either of your minds who truly belongs to whom.

He thrusts harder and deeper, groaning as you squeeze him tightly with every movement. He's so close, the release imminent, when suddenly there's a knock on the bedroom door. Your stepfather freezes mid-thrust, eyes widening in panic as he glances over at the door before looking back down at you. "Fuck," he whispers harshly, sounding equal parts angry and terrified. His thrusts grow more erratic as he struggles to hold out for a moment longer while trying to figure out who could possibly be interrupting them now.

"Fuck," he grunts out as you moan his name, the sound driving him wild with desire. His movements become more frenzied now, mindful of the time ticking away until whoever is at the door decides to barge in. He kisses your neck roughly, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin as he thrusts deeper than before. "God you feel so good," he gasps out between heavy breaths, his body shuddering with the effort of holding back for just a little while longer.

The door creaks open a fraction and a soft voice calls out your name. "Uh... are you here, bro?" It's your friend from college, his roommate in fact. His voice is quiet but clearly concerned. Your stepfather curses under his breath and freezes mid-movement, panting heavily as he tries to regain control of himself. You can feel the warmth of his cum spilling out of you with each frantic thrust. "Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, glancing over at your bedroom door before looking back down at you. His grip tightens on your hips, urging you to move with him one last time as his orgasm begins to crest again.

"In here," you reply weakly to your friend's voice, not wanting him to investigate any further. Your stepfather groans loudly as he comes deep inside you for the second time, his body shuddering with release as hot cum fills you up once more. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily and still hard inside you as your friend calls out a sheepish, "Oh... uh... sorry."

"Don't worry about it," you manage to choke out between gasps for air. Your stepfather laughs shakily, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before rolling off of you and onto his back beside you. His chest rises and falls slowly as he catches his breath while his cock softens inside you. "Guess we should get dressed," he says with a crooked grin, reaching over to grab one of your pillows and hugging it to his chest.

He looks down at you with amusement in his eyes, "Alright, but make it quick. I don't want your friend coming back in here and seeing... that." His free hand gestures vaguely between the two of you before he flops backwards on the bed. You scramble to get up onto your elbows, taking advantage of his distraction as you press your body against his once more. "Daddy?" you whisper teasingly, nibbling at his ear. "You're not mad at me for keeping him waiting, are you?" His laughter is quiet this time, more amused than anything else.

He groans loudly as you straddle his hips once more, riding him with an expertise that never fails to drive him wild. His hands grip at your ass, holding on tightly as you bounce up and down on his cock, making sweet promises of release that he's only too happy to accept. "Fuck," he grunts out, arching his back off the bed as you hit his prostate with each thrust. His hips buck up into your, meeting each movement as your body slides perfectly over him. The friction is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through both of you as you get closer and closer to the edge once more. "Goddamn it," he growls out, throwing his head back against the pillow as he feels himself getting close again.

His thrusts grow deeper, harder now, matching the rhythm of your hips as they move together in perfect harmony. With every stroke, his climax comes closer and closer until finally, with a shout of pure pleasure, his cock throbs deep inside you and he comes once more, spilling his hot cum across your stomach and chest as you ride him to completion. His body relaxes back against the bed, spent but still hungry for more as he gazes up at you adoringly.

"You're so fucking dirty," he growls out as you climb on top of him, straddling his hips with your legs spread wide. His hands grip at your ass, spreading your cheeks as he looks up at the offering before him. With one quick thrust, he sinks his cock deep inside you and begins to fuck you hard and fast, taking what he wants even though he's just about spent.

His movements are rough but controlled, each powerful stroke pushing him closer and closer to the edge again. "Fuck," he moans out as he feels your tightness squeezing him, "So good." His hips snap forward again, driving himself deeper into you before pulling back with a groan that reverberates through the room. The bed creaks beneath them in time with their movements, echoing the intense pleasure they're both experiencing.

Your nails scratch at his chest as you arch your back off the bed, meeting each thrust as he takes you closer and closer to orgasm. He can feel it building inside of you, feels every muscle tensing and readying itself for release. With one final thrust, he comes again, filling you up with his hot seed just as your body tenses and you cry out in ecstasy around him.

He groans as your words wash over him, the image of you riding his cock once more sending a shudder of anticipation through his body. His hands move up to grip at your hips, helping steady himself as he lies back against the bed and watches you with hungry eyes. "Please," he says hoarsely, his voice laced with desire and need. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now."