Read Novel Full Chapter 980: Stepdaddy & Mommy (r-18)
Chapter 980: Stepdaddy & Mommy (r-18)
The bedroom door clicked shut behind us with a final, heavy thud, sealing out the rest of the penthouse—and the rest of the world which was Gen and Maya.
Isabella didn’t hesitate, didn’t glance back. She shoved me backward onto the massive bed with both palms planted firm on my chest, her strength fueled by raw, impatient lust she’d been holding despite having fucked them all in an orgy just recently.
Horny goddess.
I landed propped on my elbows, watching her climb over me like predator claiming prey... the very opposite of our first sex used to be.
She did not do some slow sensual strip, no teasing kisses, no whispered sweet nothings.
Just immediate, raw burning need.
She yanked the tiny black skirt up around her waist in one rough motion, fabric bunching high on her hips, exposing the thin black lace thong already soaked through.
Her fingers hooked the crotch and dragged it aside—not off, just enough to bare her completely: pussy lips swollen dark pink and glistening, outer folds puffy and parted, inner petals flushed and slick, entrance twitching visibly with anticipation.
A long, glistening string of arousal stretched and snapped as she spread her thighs wider over me.
She reached down, wrapped her hand around my cock—already thick and heavy from the hallway teasing—and gave it two hard, possessive strokes, bringing me to full, throbbing erection in seconds.
No gentle petting. Just ownership.
Then she lined the blunt, leaking head up with her dripping entrance and sank down in one long, unbroken, merciless drop.
"Fuuuuck—" she hissed through clenched teeth as her tight cunt stretched around me, outer lips parting wide and turning white at the edges from the brutal girth forcing them apart.
She took every thick inch I gave her without pause—pussy swallowing the eight inches whole, inner walls fluttering and clamping in greedy spasms—until her full, round ass slapped flush against my thighs with a wet crack, my cock bottoming out hard against her cervix.
The jolt made her whole body shudder violently; a hot rush of slick flooded out around the base, dripping in thick, warm rivulets down my balls and soaking the sheets instantly.
Isabella didn’t pause to adjust. She planted both hands on my chest—nails biting through my shirt—and started riding—hard, fast, desperate slams that made her heavy tits bounce wildly under the thin top, gold necklace swinging and smacking her sternum with every punishing drop.
Her purple-streaked hair fell forward in sweaty strands, sticking to flushed cheeks.
"God—yes—fuck my mother cunt—" she gasped, voice cracking shamelessly on every downward thrust. Hips rolled forward on the upstroke, grinding her swollen clit hard against my pelvis in filthy circles, then she slammed back down so deep the blunt head battered her cervix again.
The room filled with the obscene slap-slap-slap of her thick ass cheeks meeting my thighs—skin on skin, wet and echoing—punctuated by the filthy squelch-squelch-squelch of her pussy gripping and releasing my cock with every stroke.
Every lift showed it all... her puffy outer lips dragging along my shaft—stretched thin, white-ringed, clinging desperately—before blooming open wide again on the plunge, fresh cream frothing thick and white at the base, coating my cock and balls in glossy layers.
I grabbed her hips—fingers sinking deep into soft, jiggling flesh—and pulled her down harder, forcing her to take every inch deeper.
She moaned louder—shameless, guttural—head tipping back, throat exposed, purple eyes glassy and wild.
"Deeper—fuck—stretch this pussy—ruin it—" she panted, thighs quivering violently as she rode like she wanted to break us both.
Then she shifted—planted her feet flat on the mattress beside my hips, ass high in the air—and started twerking on my cock.
Short, sharp, rhythmic bounces that made her thick, round ass cheeks clap together around my shaft with loud, wet smacks, the pulled-aside thong cutting a dark, lewd line between them like a filthy frame.
Hey ass rippling in air with each bounce.
Every drop sent her pussy swallowing me to the root—lips gripping tight, inner walls rippling in frantic, milking waves—while her ass rippled and jiggled with each bounce, flesh wobbling in hypnotic waves up her thighs and back down.
Slick poured out in thick streams—running down my balls, soaking the sheets in a dark, spreading puddle—strings of cream stretching between her bouncing ass and my pelvis every time she lifted.
I reached up, yanked her top down over one shoulder—exposing a dark, swollen nipple—and pinched it hard.
She cried out—raw, shameless—"Yes—fuck—pinch it—hurt me—"
—pussy clamped me down so violently around my cock I groaned deep in my throat. She was that good... she could squeeze me in while she drove me in and out.
I leaned up, lips brushing her ear as she kept twerking—ass clapping louder, faster—thighs trembling, pussy squelching obscenely.
"You’ve gotten so fucking shameless," I growled low against her skin, voice rough. "Twerking on my cock like a whore while your daughter’s just a door away. No shame left in you at all."
She laughed—breathless, broken, filthy—hips never slowing, twerking harder, pussy gripping tighter.
"And whose fault is that?" she gasped, grinding down so deep my balls ached. "You turned me into this—corrupted me—and I know you want to fuck my daughter too. Makes this hotter, doesn’t it?"
I chuckled dark against her neck, teeth grazing before I sucked hard—leaving a fresh mark—then slapped her ass—sharp, echoing crack that made the cheek ripple in waves. She moaned louder—shameless, pornographic—riding faster, thighs shaking, tits bouncing wildly.
"Harder—fuck—slap this ass—mark it—" she demanded, voice wrecked and dripping lust.
I obliged—another hard slap, then another—each one driving her down harder onto my cock, making her ass jiggle violently, cheeks clapping louder around my shaft.
Her pussy spasmed—walls rippling in desperate contractions, clit grinding frantically against me, slick gushing in fresh hot waves with every twerk.
She chased her orgasm ruthlessly—hips snapping, ass clapping in rapid rhythm, pussy milking me in frantic, squeezing pulses.
"Cum—inside me—fill this married pussy—now—" she ordered, voice raw and commanding.
Her whole body locked—back arching sharp, thighs quivering uncontrollably, ass cheeks trembling mid-clap—pussy convulsing in hard, rhythmic waves around my cock as the orgasm ripped through her.
Fresh slick flooded out in pulsing gushes—soaking us both, dripping thick down my balls. She kept twerking through it—jerky, desperate bounces—milking every spasm until I couldn’t hold back.
I thrust up hard—once, twice—then buried deep and came inside her, thick ropes flooding her spasming cunt while she ground down one final time, whimpering my name like a filthy prayer: "Yes—fuck—fill me—own it—"
She collapsed forward onto my chest—both of us panting, sweat-slick, her pussy still fluttering weakly around my softening cock, slow thick drips of our combined mess leaking out around the base onto the ruined sheets.
No words for a long minute. Just ragged breathing. The wet drip-drip-drip. The faint thump of bass from somewhere deeper in the penthouse.
Then she lifted her head just enough—purple eyes dark, satisfied, possessive.
"Welcome home," she murmured, voice hoarse.
And finally—slowly—she kissed me, tasting of sweat and my love for her.