Cooper Abrams had it good. Stay at home dad to his step-daughter, Delaney, he was able to work from his home office while his wife traveled for work. His friends all gave him shit about how he had it made, pampered by a successful wife, given everything he wanted.
Well, almost everything.
There was one thing he'd wanted for years, craved in silence but had never found the opportunity. Lucky of a man as he was, the stars aligned, and he found himself presented with the perfect opportunity.
Alone in the house, he ordered take-out, renting the newest horror flick, popping an obscene amount of popcorn as he waited for Delaney to come home for the night, her cheer and gymnastics practice keeping her out until the streetlights came on. Tampering his anxiety, he decided to bake brownies, Delaney's favorite, sprinkling in a little weed. Working from home meant no drug tests after all, and he highly doubted her high school tested cheerleaders.
At a quarter past seven, his step-daughter bounced in, her bright blonde hair a pile of curls on top of her head, wearing little more than her short shorts and tank top..
"Hey, dad," Delaney said, tossing her backpack onto the kitchen island to rummage for her school work. "Where's mom?"
"Gone for the night," Cooper said, turning with the pan of brownies between two oven mitts. "You know what that means."
"Movie night!" Delaney grinned, her face lighting up. "Can we see that new one about the killer clown?"
"Already rented it," he beamed back. Movie night wasn't new, though usually, his wife was there with them. He and Delaney would watch horror flicks while his wife worked on a speech or answered phone calls, ultimately heading upstairs to finish her work.
"You got Chinese?" she asked, peering into the delivery bags.
"Got all your favorites. Why don't you go get washed up, and I'll meet you in the living room?"
Delaney stole a brownie before taking a big bite. "You're the best," she muffled out before bouncing upstairs.
Half an hour later, she joined him in the dark living room, the paused screen offering little light for her to navigate with. With two sofas in the room, only one was suitable for watching movies, facing the screen directly, a large coffee table at the center covered in take-out, brownies, and beer.
"These brownies are so good," she said, bending to grab another.
It was then that Cooper realized she wasn't wearing pants, opting for one of his old tee's. It wasn't unusual for her to run around half-naked, typically in sinfully short shorts and plunging tank tops that only barely kept her ample cleavage. Delaney had no lack of confidence as she strutted around in tiny white bikinis at family BBQs, diving gracefully into their pool to put on a show for him and his friends.
Cooper had almost convinced himself that she did it on purpose, for his benefit, but pushed the notion aside.
Rather than occupy the other couch, Delaney tossed herself onto the one he already occupied, letting her smooth bare legs across his lap as she propped her head up with a throw pillow, munching away at her second brownie.
"Your mother will kill me if she finds out you ate dessert first," he said.
Delaney shrugged. "What mom doesn't know won't hurt her."
Cooper's lips pulled into a nearly sinister smirk.
He started the movie, letting the production credits roll before resting his hand on her leg, the angle natural as she was the one invading his space. Once she finished the brownie, he handed her his beer, another little secret between them, her stolen sips of watery liquor. She grinned as she sipped it, blushing up at him, attention pulled away from the predictable plot set up of the movie.
Cooper ran his hand down her shin before squeezing her leg, rolling his thumb into muscle. Long, lean, tanned, her toned legs were something he'd thought about on more than one occasion, imagining them wrapped around him.
"What are you doing?" she whispered her tone not at all accusatory.
"Making sure you're limber for your gymnastics meet," he answered, kneading and massaging his fingers into her calves. "Does that feel good?"
Delaney nodded, her chest rising and falling, bright eyes becoming dark, needful.
He let his hands skate up to her thighs, repeating the motions. "How about this?"
She smiled, letting her head fall back, clearly feeling the effect of the drugs. "I like your hands," she said suddenly, wiggling her toes.
"Yeah?"
"They're rough. Warm. They feel good on me."
"You feel good," he said, giving her thick thighs a squeeze. "You're soft."
Delaney let out a happy little hum, eyes closed. "You should be a masseuse."
Cooper chuckled, feeling his cock stir as he continued to massage her thighs, her breathy little moans making him harderby the second. Deciding that he'd waited long enough, he crowded over top of her, pulling her shirt up to reveal her breasts. "Gorgeous," he exhaled, perky blush pink nipples pebbled against the cool air. Before she could speak, he latched his lips around one, sucking deeply to pull a gasp from her.
"Feels so good," she hummed, back arching into him.
"I can make you feel so good, Laney," Cooper said, kissing across her chest. "Would you like that?"
"Good how?" she asked, her voice laced with the smallest hint of skepticism.
Cooper sucked onto her other nipple, flicking his tongue across the pert bud before shifting his hand to rest between her legs, over her clothed pussy. "Like this," he growled, pressing his palm to her sex.
Delaney moaned, eyes fluttering shut as she bit her lip. He slowly rubbed back and forth, increasing the pressure to make her writhe. He continued sucking small bruises into her breasts, loving the sounds he was pulling from her, feeling her grow wet for him. Feeling bold, he slid his fingers under the elastic of her cotton panties, shuddering at how smooth her skin was.
"What are you—?"
"Shh, shh, shh," he hushed her, kissing up her chest to her neck, determined to claim every inch of skin on her body. His finger found her clit with ease, using her own slick to wet his finger before rubbing small tight circles. "Fuck, you're so wet."
"Dad," she whined, completely lost to the effects of the drugs, her lust drowning out all thoughts of how wrong it all was.
Cooper bit her ear lobe, breathing heavily against her as his index finger sank knuckle deep, her body sucking him in, needy and desperate. "You turn me on so much," he confessed, speaking suppressed words into existence.
"I do?"
To demonstrate, he rutted against her, knowing she could feel his clothed cock straining to be in her by the way her breath hitched. "This is going to feel so good."
"Wha—?" Delaney's voice had become lethargic as he forced his middle finger inside of her, groaning at how impossibly tight she was.
"That's it," he coached her, using the heel of his palm to rub against her clit. "Relax, baby. Let me take care of you. It'll feel so good. You want to feel good, right?"
Delaney nodded slowly, eyes nearly black in the dimly lit room.
Cooper smiled before kissing her, thrusting his tongue into her sweet mouth, savoring the taste of popcorn salt on her tongue. He dry humped into her thigh as he fingered her, biting her lips and swallowing her slow protests. Hindsight told him that three grams was too much, her body lifeless as her arms hung heavily by her sides, her legs slowly spreading for him; but she felt so warm beneath him, so soft, he could only imagine how good she'd feel wrapped around his cock.
He took his time tasting her skin, not caring that the bruises and bite marks would take days to fade. His wife was away for a week. A week. The thought nearly made him come, that he could have Delaney to himself for the foreseeable future. As her stepfather, he could pull her from school, lie and say there was a family emergency, keep her in his room or on the couch.
The thought of him waking up, her perfect little mouth on his cock made him groan, biting the soft of her neck, making Delaney stir.
"Gotta stay awake, beautiful," he cooed, kissing her again.
"S' so warm," she hummed before her pussy began to spasm around his thrusting fingers, soaking her panties. A lazydrug-hazed orgasm made her moan, panting lightly as she attempted to roll her hips against his hand.
Deciding that he had to be inside of her before he came, he sat back, enjoying the small pout on her lips as he pulled his fingers from her, reaching into his pants to pull out his throbbing cock. He stroked himself as he stood, kicking his pants and briefs the rest of the way off before leaning over top of her.
"Open your mouth, Laney."
Delaney's jaw fell obediently, allowing him just enough room to shove the angry red tip of his cock into his step-daughter's mouth. His fingers raked into her hair, gripping possessively as he shallowly thrust his dick further and further into her.
"You look so pretty like this, baby. I want to take a picture. Show the whole world how pretty you are with my cock in your mouth."
Cooper's thrusts became needier as he made her choke, his balls wanting to empty down her throat as she gagged around him. If she were more alert, he'd have done it in a heartbeat, but as it was, she was likely going to pass out on him. As many times as he'd thought about sneaking into her room at night, he didn't want her to snooze all the way through her first time.
Pulling out of her, Delaney inhaled sharply, coughing and sputtering as she gasped for air. He kissed her, swallowing her sweet spit, smearing it across her lips and jaw as he positioned himself back over her again. Pulling her panties aside, he nudged the tip of his cock against her slick entrance, waiting for her to object.
When she didn't, he slid in, a shudder wracking his body as she barely stretched around him, nearly painful as he pushed through the last of her innocence.
"Fuck, Laney," he exhaled sharply, looking down to see where her pretty pussy was trying to refuse him. Still, he sunk further, his hard grip on her hip pinning her in place.
"Daddy," she whined, back arching beautifully as he sunk the rest of the way in.
"Does that feel good, baby? My cock stretching you out like this?"
Delaney moaned eyes screwed shut, bruised lips opened wide — it was better than he could have imagined it.
He let her adjust, kissing her deeply as he claimed his step-daughter's body as his own. Once he felt that she was ready, he began to rock his hips, sliding in and out of her, groaning as she molded around him, her pussy as tight, and wet, and warm as he'd always hoped. His need to come in her, to fill her with his seed, was only marginally outweighed by his need to make it last.
Not for her benefit, of course.
No. Cooper wanted to last purely for selfish reasons, knowing that the next time he fucked her, he'd go for hours, turning her into his little cock sleeve.
His hips began to move in earnest, seeking his own pleasure out of her tight small body, knowing that she loved it by the whimpers and moans between her otherwise silent protests.
"Just like that, baby. Take this cock for daddy."
Delaney moaned, tightening around him further.
The movie rolled to credits as Cooper fucked his step-daughter through the couch, loud squelching drowning out the score, the sound of their skin slapping together driving him harder.
Delaney lay pliant, eyes glassy, letting herself be defiled by a man she called father. She wanted him, that much he knew, her perfect pussy beginning to pulse around him, her breathing rapid as she began to climax again. He'd have her addicted to his cock, begging for it, letting herself be fucked anyway he saw fit so long as he filled her like the whore he intended to make her.
"So much better than your mother," he admitted without a hint of guilt. "Like you were made for me, Laney."
"Dad," she whimpered, tears running down her face as she came undone.
"This body was made to take cock. Look at you," he huffed out a laugh, his breathing harsh as he slammed into her, aware he was probably hurting her with how forceful he'd become. "A little bit of weed, and your body is begging for it."
"Please," she sobbed, her hiccuping cries slow and nearly incoherent.
"Sitting in my lap the way you did," he continued. "You wanted this cock. How could I say no?"
Delaney turned her head, trying to hide her face in the cushions.
"Look at me," he demanded. When she didn't, he snapped. "Look at me!"
Delaney's eyes met his as he came, thick hot ropes of painting her insides, her name ripping from his throat, echoing through their house. His hips were erratic as he continued to come, his step-daughter draining him, his balls pulled taught.
Cooper collapsed on top of Delaney, sweat slicking his body, nearly crushing her. "Baby, you were so good. So so good."
"Dad m'tired."
"I know, baby. I know." Cooper forced himself to his feet, turning off the movie before bending to pick Delaney up. "Let's get you to bed."