Chapter 2: Dinner With Him

The dining table felt far too small with Ethan sitting directly across from her.

Lucy slid into her seat with a sweet smile plastered on her face, her short pleated skirt riding dangerously high on her thighs. She had chosen the spot carefully. Under the table her bare pussy was already slick and aching, the cool air kissing her exposed folds every time she shifted. No panties. Just like she planned.

Sarah set the lasagna in the center of the table, chatting happily about wedding plans. “I’m so glad you two are finally meeting. Ethan has been dying to get to know you, Lucy.”

Ethan’s intense eyes flicked to Lucy for a split second before he forced them back to his plate. “Yeah. Looking forward to it.”

Lucy picked up her fork, but her real focus was on the man trying so hard to look normal. She let one bare foot slide slowly under the table until her toes brushed against his calf. The muscle there tensed instantly.

“Mmm, this smells amazing, Mom,” Lucy said innocently, her voice sweet as honey while her foot traveled higher, tracing up the inside of his thigh.

Ethan cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. His jaw tightened. “It does.”

Under the table, Lucy’s toes found the heavy bulge in his jeans and pressed gently against it. She felt it twitch. God, it was even bigger than she imagined. Thick and warm, already starting to swell under her teasing touch. Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh trickle of wetness sliding down her inner thigh.

She rubbed her foot slowly up and down the growing length, feeling every inch of that massive cock harden for her. Ethan’s hand gripped his fork tighter, knuckles turning white.

“So, Ethan,” Sarah continued, completely unaware, “tell Lucy about your construction company. She might be interested in the business side.”

Ethan’s voice came out rougher than before. “It’s… growing fast. Lots of big projects.” His eyes met Lucy’s across the table, dark and warning. She only smiled wider and pressed her foot harder against his now rock-hard bulge, rubbing in slow circles.

Lucy’s clit throbbed. She could feel her juices coating her thighs now. In her mind she pictured dropping to her knees right there, pulling that thick cock out and sucking it while her mom talked about flowers for the wedding.

“Pass the garlic bread, sweetie?” Sarah asked.

Lucy leaned forward to reach for the basket, deliberately letting her thin tank top gap open. Her perky tits nearly spilled out, hard nipples clearly visible. She made sure Ethan got a long look before she sat back, foot still working his cock under the table.

Ethan swallowed hard. A light sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. “Thanks,” he muttered when she handed him a piece, his fingers brushing hers longer than necessary.

The tension was delicious. Lucy’s pussy was dripping so much she worried she might leave a wet spot on the chair. She kept rubbing him with her foot, sometimes using her toes to outline the thick head of his cock through the denim. Every time his cock jumped, her own arousal spiked higher.

“You okay, Ethan?” Sarah asked, tilting her head. “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” he replied, voice low and strained. His eyes bored into Lucy’s, promising trouble. “Just… warm in here.”

Lucy bit her lip to hide her smirk. She slipped her foot higher, pressing firmly against his balls, feeling how heavy and full they were. She imagined them slapping against her ass while he pounded her raw, flooding her womb with cum.

Dinner dragged on in sweet torture. Every innocent conversation from Sarah made the taboo hotter. Lucy kept her foot busy the entire time, teasing, rubbing, occasionally squeezing his throbbing length until Ethan was breathing harder than he should have been.

When Sarah finally stood up to clear some plates, saying she needed to check on dessert in the kitchen, Lucy saw her chance.

The moment her mom disappeared through the doorway, Lucy leaned forward, voice dropping to a filthy whisper.

“Feel how wet I am for you, Daddy?” she murmured, eyes locked on his. “My pussy is soaked just from rubbing your big cock under the table. I bet you want to bend me over right now and stretch me open.”

Ethan’s nostrils flared. His hand shot under the table and grabbed her ankle, stopping her foot. His grip was strong, almost bruising. “Lucy,” he growled quietly, voice thick with warning and barely contained lust. “Stop this right now. This is wrong. I’m marrying your mother.”

Lucy didn’t pull away. Instead she smiled like a little devil, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Wrong feels so fucking good though,” she whispered back. “And if you don’t give me what I want soon, I might have to tell Mom how hard you got for your stepdaughter during family dinner.”

Ethan’s eyes darkened dangerously. His cock twitched hard against her foot one last time before he released her ankle.

Sarah’s voice called from the kitchen. “Dessert in five minutes!”

Lucy sat back innocently as her mom returned, but her mind was already racing ahead.

This was only the beginning. Soon she would make her new stepdaddy break every single rule.

And she couldn’t wait to feel every thick, forbidden inch.