Chapter 3: Bare Cunt For Daddy

Lucy padded down the stairs the next morning, her bare feet silent on the wooden steps. The house smelled like coffee and sizzling eggs. Sarah had already left for work hours ago, rushing out the door with a quick kiss for Ethan and a wave for Lucy. Perfect.

She wore nothing but one of her tiniest white tank tops. The hem barely reached the bottom of her ass, leaving the smooth curves of her cheeks and the slick lips of her pussy completely exposed. No bra. No panties. Her perky tits bounced freely under the thin fabric, nipples already stiff and poking against the material. Her long wavy hair fell loose around her shoulders, and her tight curvy body moved with deliberate sway as she stepped into the kitchen.

Ethan stood at the stove, broad back to her, flipping eggs in the pan. His black T-shirt stretched tight over his massive shoulders and thick arms, jeans hugging his powerful thighs. Even from behind he looked huge and dominant. Lucy’s pussy throbbed at the sight of him.

“Morning, Daddy,” she purred, voice low and sweet as she walked right up beside him.

Ethan glanced over, and his eyes widened. The spatula froze mid-air. His gaze dropped instantly to her bare thighs, the way the shirt rode up to reveal the bottom of her ass, and the obvious fact that she was completely naked underneath.

“Lucy… what the fuck are you wearing?” His voice came out rough, already strained. He turned fully toward her, and she saw the thick outline of his cock twitch and start to swell inside his jeans.

Lucy smiled innocently and leaned against the counter next to him, arching her back so her tits pushed forward and the hem of her shirt lifted even higher. Cool air kissed her wet folds. “Just something comfortable. It’s hot in here, don’t you think?” She reached past him for a glass, deliberately brushing her bare hip against the growing bulge in his pants. “Mmm. Smells good. You cooking for me, Daddy?”

Ethan’s jaw clenched hard. He set the spatula down and stepped back, putting space between them. “This has to stop. Right now. I’m marrying your mother. This is wrong. You’re my stepdaughter.”

Lucy stepped closer anyway, pressing her soft tits against his arm. She could feel the heat radiating off his body. “Wrong?” she whispered, sliding one hand down his chest until her fingers brushed the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans. “Feels pretty right to me. Look how hard you are already. My pussy’s been dripping since last night thinking about this big cock stretching me open.”

His cock jumped under her touch. Ethan grabbed her wrist, stopping her, but he didn’t push her away. His breathing was heavier now. “Lucy, I mean it. We can’t. Sarah could come back any second. This is insane.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him with wide, wicked eyes. “Then why aren’t you moving my hand? Why is your cock so fucking hard for your little stepdaughter’s tight cunt?” She rubbed her palm slowly over the thick length, feeling it throb and grow even bigger. “I bet you want to bend me over this counter and fuck me raw right now. Fill me up until I’m leaking your cum down my thighs.”

Ethan groaned low in his throat, eyes dark with lust and guilt. His grip on her wrist tightened, but his hips twitched forward, pressing his massive erection harder against her hand. “Jesus Christ… you’re going to ruin everything.”

Lucy smirked, rising up on her toes so her bare pussy brushed against his thigh. “Ruin me instead, Daddy. Please.”

The words hung between them, thick and filthy. Ethan’s free hand hovered like he wanted to grab her ass and pull her closer, but he was still fighting it, breathing hard, muscles tense.

Then, suddenly, the sharp beep of a car horn cut through the morning quiet outside.

Ethan froze. Lucy’s eyes widened.

“Shit. That’s Sarah’s car,” he hissed, yanking her hand off his cock and stepping back fast. “She must have forgotten something.”

Lucy quickly tugged the hem of her shirt down as far as it would go and darted to the table, sitting just as the front door opened.

Sarah hurried in, keys jingling. “Forgot my damn files! Morning, you two. Everything okay?” She glanced between them, smiling, completely unaware of how close she had come to catching her daughter half-naked and rubbing her future husband’s rock-hard cock.

Ethan cleared his throat, turning back to the stove. “Yeah. Just making breakfast. You want some eggs before you head back out?”

Lucy crossed her legs under the table, still dripping, heart pounding with the thrill of almost getting caught. She gave her mom a sweet smile. “Morning, Mom. Everything’s perfect.”

Sarah grabbed the folder from the counter, kissed Ethan quickly on the cheek, and rushed out again with another beep of the horn as she drove off.

The second the door clicked shut, Lucy stood up and started toward Ethan again, but he held up a hand, voice low and warning. “Not now. We’re not doing this. End of discussion.”

Lucy just smirked and licked her lips slowly. She knew better. This was far from over.

That evening, the three of them sat around the dinner table again. Sarah had made pasta and was chatting happily about her week when she set her fork down and smiled at both of them.

“Actually, I have some news. I have to leave tomorrow morning for a three-day business trip upstate. Big client meeting. I’ll be back Thursday night.” She reached over and squeezed Ethan’s hand. “You two will be okay holding down the fort, right?”

Lucy’s pussy clenched hard under the table. She smirked, eyes flicking to Ethan across the plates and candles. He looked completely lost for a second, jaw tight, fingers gripping his glass a little too hard.

In her mind, Lucy’s thoughts raced hot and filthy.

Three whole days alone with him. No Mom. No interruptions. This is it. I’m crossing that bridge with Daddy whether he likes it or not. By the time Mom gets back, he’ll be pumping me full of cum every single day.

She took a slow sip of water, hiding her wicked little smile behind the glass.

This was going to be the best three days of her life.

And Ethan had no idea how badly she was about to ruin him for anyone else.