Daddy's Stepstalker (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“Open your eyes and look at the mess you’ve made on my floor.”

I popped my eyelids open and stared down at the floor, where a small puddle had formed. Most of it had absorbed into my pants, leaving telltale wet marks at the front and soaking through to the back. The smell wasn’t pleasant either, but it was that filthiness that also made my cock hard.

Daddy’s hand was inside his sweats. He hesitated, but then he pulled out that big thick cock I loved so much. My ass clenched in anticipation. We’d had sex since the night I’d drugged him, but never penetrative. Now all I could think about was being stuffed full of him again.

But Daddy had other plans. When I went down on my knees without being told to and inched to him to take his dick into my mouth, he shook his head.

“Stop.”

I whined. I wanted it so bad. My mouth was empty. Every night I slept at his hip just so I could suck on his cock for comfort and fall asleep. I would keep him in my mouth for the entire day if he didn’t have to be at work and we didn’t have things to do.

“Good boys get to suck their Daddy’s cock,” he said, his breathing shallow. His cock was so thick I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Bad apples get sprayed with Daddy’s pee.”

I sucked in a deep breath, and my cock jerked. Thump. Thump. My heart pounded in my chest.

“What’s your code?” Daddy asked.

“Green.” I was so green to be soaked in my Daddy’s pee, even more so than my own. That mark of ownership, of Daddy’s scent all over me. Mine. Mine. This had his stamp of possessiveness all over him, and I wanted it all.