Chapter 8
Aria's POV
I turned back swiftly only to see Richard.
He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, his lips curved into a knowing smirk. His eyes didn't rise to meet mine; they stayed locked between my thighs, unashamed, drinking in the sight of me with my fingers wet and glistening.
"Uh huh" Richard's deep voice rumbled, amused. "So it's only Caleb who gets you going, huh? Do you only go gaga for him, or do I get a taste too?"
"W-what—" I stammered, my face hot, my heart hammering. Words tangled on my tongue, but my body betrayed me, trembling under his gaze.
Richard stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the air between us tightened. He crouched in front of me, his eyes never leaving my soaked pussy. Then, with a dark chuckle, he brushed my hand aside and replaced it with his own.
"Let me show you how a man really touches you."
"Ahhh—step…dad…" I gasped the moment his thick fingers slid across my clit, slow circles that made my hips buck helplessly.
"You like that?" he murmured, leaning closer, his breath warm against my thigh. "Don't act shy now. I can see how your little hole is begging for it."
"Please…" I moaned, my back arching, torn between shame and raw pleasure.
He smirked, his touch firming. "You remind me so much of your mother. The way she moans, the way she spreads wide for me."
His words sent a shiver racing through me. I opened my mouth to answer, to say something, anything—but before I could, he lowered himself onto his knees, his head pressing between my thighs.
"Stepdad ….oh God!"
His lips kissed my golden home softly, almost reverently at first, before his tongue flicked across my clit. My body jerked, my legs spreading wider without hesitation.
"Fuck… yes… right there!" I cried, clutching the couch cushions as his tongue traced every slick fold, teasing, exploring, devouring me. One of his hands rose to my chest, pinching and rolling my nipple through my shirt while the other spread me wider for his hungry mouth.
"Naughty little slut," he growled between licks. "Dripping for your stepfather like this."
"Don't stop—please don't stop!" I moaned, the words spilling shamelessly from me. My hips ground against his face, chasing the rhythm he gave me. Every flick, every suck dragged me higher until I was sobbing with the need to let go.
Then his mouth sealed over my clit, sucking hard, and my world shattered.
"Ahhh—ahhh fuck, I'm cumming!" I screamed, the orgasm tearing through me. My juices spilled out, squirting in sharp waves, but Richard didn't move away. He drank it all, groaning like it was the finest wine, holding me still as I thrashed beneath him.
When the last tremor faded, he rose slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes burned into mine as he undid his belt and shoved his trousers down.
I gasped. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, a solid seven inches that made my thighs clamp together instinctively.
"Like what you see?" he teased, stroking himself lazily.
My breath caught. Without even thinking, I slid off the couch onto my knees, reaching for him with trembling hands.
"Oh my God…" I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. "It's so big… so fucking hard stepdad…"
Richard groaned as I began to stroke him, my thumb smearing his precum across the tip. I licked my lips, looking up at him with wide, daring eyes. "Do you want me to suck it, Daddy?"
His jaw clenched, his cock twitching in my grip. "Say that again."
"I want to suck Daddy's cock," I moaned, then leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him.
"Fuck yes," he hissed, one hand instantly gripping the back of my head.
I took him deeper, my tongue swirling, my throat relaxing as he began to thrust. His length slid in and out, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and moan around him. Tears pricked my eyes, but the pleasure between my legs throbbed all over again.
"That's it, take it all," Richard groaned, his hips snapping forward harder. "You were made for this, Aria. Look at you choking on Daddy's cock and loving it."
"Mmmhhgghh—ahhh!" I moaned around him, my clit pulsing as my fingers found it again.
The wet sound of my mouth sucking him, the obscene slaps of his hips against my face, filled the room. My eyes rolled back, my body trembling as he used me, and yet—I wanted more.
Just as Richard pushed deeper, his cock hitting my throat so hard I almost saw stars, a sharp voice sliced through the air.
"Dad!"
We froze.
Richard's grip tightened on my hair, his cock still buried halfway down my throat. My eyes flew wide, and slowly, trembling, I turned my head toward the doorway.
Caleb stood there. His face unreadable. His eyes locked on us.