At this point, I was sitting comfortably against his chest, trying my absolute best to relax myself and focus all my attention on watching the match on the television screen.
On the pitch, Messi was incredibly active, gracefully dribbling past several players with his usual magic, but he found it difficult to score. The opposing team's defense was completely locked down, and they would tackle him aggressively anytime he tried to enter the goal area, cutting off his angles before he could get a clean shot off.
Suddenly, a direct shot on target from Messi made me shift excitedly on his lap. I thought for sure he would score, but the goalkeeper managed to make a diving save, deflecting the ball away at the very last second. The crowd on TV roared in disappointment, and so did I.
As the tension of the play subsided, I shifted my ass back against his thighs, trying to find a more comfortable, stable base to sit on. Seeing how I was visibly struggling to balance myself on his legs, he spread his thighs a little wider, and the sudden movement caused me to sink down even deeper into his crotch.
"I think it's better this way," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating directly against my back as his large hands guided my hips to balance well over his crotch. "Are you balanced now?"
"Yeah, I think so," I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
With the new positioning, I could feel even more of his intense body heat radiating directly under me, scorching through the thin fabric of my G-string.
"You are free to adjust as you want, baby. Take your time," he urged smoothly, his breath brushing against the shell of my ear.
Desperate to steady myself, I placed my right hand firmly on his tummy to seat myself well, and my palm immediately felt the definition of his ripped abdomen. He was completely solid, and the raw heat coming off his skin was literally burning my hands. I leaned back into him, sinking my ass down further and settling down right over his fly.
"Let me hold you so you won't shift away," he said, and before I could even reply, he wrapped his big, muscular hands securely around my waist from behind. "Just relax your body."
My heart was racing incredibly fast, pounding so hard against my ribs that I was certain he could feel it. I couldn't believe we were actually in this highly forbidden position, or that he was the one actively holding me here. The sharp realization that I was sitting directly above his huge dick—the exact same dick that was ruthlessly ruining my mom's pussy last night—sent violent, electric chills straight down to my core. The forbidden thought made me drip instantly, a sudden rush of wetness pooling between my legs.
Almost immediately, I became deeply scared. I was getting so incredibly wet that I was definitely going to soak right through his athletic shorts.
Panic started to mingle with my arousal. How would he feel if he noticed? Would he suddenly realize what was happening, shout at me in disgust, and call me a spoiled, disgusting child?
I knew with absolute certainty that I should get up right then and there, but I simply couldn't force myself to do it. The overwhelming heat radiating from his lap wouldn't let me move.
Suddenly, as I made a tiny movement, I felt something thick and rigid poking hard against my butt. I gasped silently, my eyes widening. I knew exactly what that was. I didn't need any prophet to tell me it was his dick hardening beneath the fabric of his shorts. Fuck. My handsome step-Daddy was actually getting hard because of me.
My mind was racing. Did this mean the intense feeling was entirely mutual? I was dripping-wet for him on his lap, and he was getting rock-hard right beneath my bare ass.
"Dad, are you okay? Should I get up?" I asked, testing him with a breathless voice just to see if he would actually ask me to stand up and break the spell.
"I'm fine, baby. You can sit right there until the match ends," he replied instantly, his grip tightening around my waist as he pulled me even closer against his bare chest.
Hearing that, any lingering guilt I had completely evaporated. I adjusted my weight a little, pretending to find a more comfortable position to watch the game, but in reality, I was secretly hunting for the absolute best angle to feel his stiff dick even more.
I shifted slightly to the left, and I felt it poking directly into the crack of my ass. The warm, solid feeling of his hardness pressing into me nearly made my entire body vibrate with pleasure. Slowly, as if losing all conscious control, my body began to move entirely on its own, grinding my ass slowly and rhythmically against his dick.
Lying back against him, I completely abandoned the soccer match and began to wildly imagine how it would feel to have his huge dick inside me. I vividly imagined him fishing his thick dick out of his shorts, pulling my tiny panties completely aside, and sliding deep inside my tight walls. I imagined him pinning me down right here on the living room couch, grabbing my hair, and thrusting his dick in and out of my pussy just like I saw him doing to my mom last night. The dirty thought made me drip more and more, the moisture seeping heavily through my G-string.
The more I was grinding against him, the harder he got beneath me, expanding until he felt massive against my butt. I was enjoying every single bit of it, completely thrilled by the fact that he wasn't stopping me or pushing me away.
The next second, the stakes rose even higher. His large right hand slowly moved down over my bare thigh and began to rub over the smooth skin. The sensation of his warm, bare hand moving against my bare thigh made me clench my legs tightly, a sharp gasp catching in my throat. The living room was getting unbearably hot. At this point, my mind was no longer on the television screen at all; the players on the field were just a blur of color.
My whole body was aching, absolutely starving for his dick. Wanting to give him more access, I slowly raised the hem of the oversized Messi shirt up with my fingers, leaving my whole thigh completely exposed to his touch. At this point, if he were to look down even an inch, he would see my soaked panties. He didn't hesitate; he went right on rubbing his hand up and down my bare thigh while I continued to grind my hips against him slowly. I was dripping heavily now, completely soaking through his shorts, and he definitely knew it.
I wished so badly that he would just move his hand down to my aching core, pull my G-string aside, and rub my bare pussy. I desperately wanted him to feel exactly how wet he had made me just by holding me. Unfortunately, he wasn't making the move.
Unable to wait any longer, I took his large hand in mine and slowly guided it down to my core. I left it there, holding my breath, waiting in absolute suspense for his reaction.
Slowly, his fingers began to move. He began to rub his warm hand right at the side of my soaked pussy, feeling the damp fabric. Next, he moved his fingers directly above my covered pussy and began to rub me through the thin string of my panties, applying a perfect, firm pressure that made my toes curl.
I spread my legs wider apart, tilting my pelvis up to give him enough access, silently begging him for more. I could feel his chest heaving rapidly against my back, his breathing just as ragged as mine. I couldn't believe this was actually happening in our house. My stepdad, the one person who was supposed to stop me and protect me, was rubbing my pussy, and I wasn't doing a single thing to stop him.
Next, he hooked his thick finger directly under the tight elastic band of my panties, slowly pulling the fabric aside and completely exposing my bare, dripping-wet pussy to his hand.
"Ohhh, Daddy!" I moaned softly, my head tossing back onto his shoulder as I felt his warm fingers rub my bare pussy.
The incredible feeling and raw sensation were a million times better than all my wildest fantasies combined. It felt totally, beautifully different from my own fingers. I arched my back completely, pushing my wet pussy hard against his moving fingers, desperate for him to go deeper.
I was completely lost in the overwhelming sensation, entirely detached from reality and floating in my own fantasy world, when we heard my mom's loud voice right behind us.
“Holy shit! What the fuck are you doing!”