Chapter 1 Meeting My StepfatherMy mother he dropped a bombshell that left me speechless.
She had gotten married.
Ethan Blackwood. My new stepfather. Forty-five years old, the current Don of the powerful Blackwood mafia family. That was almost everything I knew about him.
I kept asking myself the same question.
What kind of woman marries Ethan Blackwood?
More importantly...
What kind of daughter becomes part of the Blackwood family overnight?
As if that weren't enough, Ethan had insisted on throwing a grand welcome party at Blackwood Manor so the entire family could officially meet me.
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the front of my white dress one last time.
The fitted fabric hugged my curves perfectly, accentuating my full breasts before skimming over my narrow waist and falling elegantly around my hips. My long golden-blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, framing a pair of striking green eyes that stared back at me from the mirror.
At twenty-two, I had never doubted my appearance. If tonight demanded perfection, I was determined to give nothing less.
Satisfied that every strand of hair was in place and every detail was flawless, I picked up my clutch and stepped into the chauffeured car waiting outside for me.
As the car pulled away toward Blackwood Manor, I clasped my purse a little tighter. My palms were damp despite the cool air, yet beneath the nervousness lingered another emotion I couldn't quite suppress—a quiet curiosity, perhaps even anticipation, about the man I was about to meet.
The moment I stepped into the elegant candlelit dining room in my tight white dress, I saw him.
Ethan Blackwood stood at the head of the table like a king. Tall, powerfully built, with jet-black hair neatly combed back and piercing gray eyes that locked onto me instantly. His tailored dark suit hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly, radiating mature, dangerous masculinity and raw control. He was devastatingly handsome in that older, commanding way that made my knees feel weak.
The second our eyes met, heat flooded my body. My nipples stiffened instantly against the thin fabric of my dress, and a shameful rush of wetness soaked my panties. My pussy clenched with sudden, forbidden need.
“Welcome, Ava,” he said in a deep, velvety voice that sent shivers racing down my spine. He walked over and took my hand. His large, warm palm engulfed mine, his thumb stroking my skin possessively. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting my beautiful stepdaughter.”
It felt like his gaze was peeling off my clothes, leaving me completely bare.My chest heaved with ragged breaths, and my swollen nipples, exquisitely sensitive, strained against the fabric, aching with a rawness that left no room for doubt.
Throughout dinner, I sat beside him, intensely aware of his presence. His rich masculine scent—expensive cologne mixed with raw male heat—made my head spin. My mother was already drunk, laughing loudly and leaning into him, but Ethan’s attention kept returning to me. Every glance felt like a caress, making my pussy throb and drip.
Then my mother knocked over her champagne glass.
The cold liquid splashed directly across my chest. I gasped sharply as the icy champagne soaked through my white dress, making the thin fabric turn almost transparent. My full, round breasts were completely outlined, the pink edges of my areolas faintly visible, and my stiff nipples poked out obscenely, begging for attention.
Before I could react, Ethan’s strong arm wrapped around my waist. “I’ll take care of her,” he said in a low, commanding tone that left no room for discussion. He guided me out of the room, his big hand firm on my hip, fingers occasionally brushing the underside of my breast.
In the hallway, his touch grew bolder. By the time we reached the luxurious bedroom prepared for me, my thighs were already slick with arousal.
The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in. The air instantly turned thick and scorching hot.
“Stepfather… I can handle it myself,” I whispered, my voice already breathy and weak.
Ethan said nothing. He fetched a soft towel from the bathroom and stood before me, towering and imposing. His intense gray eyes burned as they roamed over my soaked dress. The intoxicating scent of him—warm skin, cologne, and pure male dominance—made my pussy flutter desperately.
At first, his touch was gentle. He pressed the towel to my chest, carefully dabbing at the champagne. The soft fabric teased over my sensitive skin, brushing my swollen nipples again and again. I bit my lip hard, barely holding back a moan as sparks of pleasure shot straight to my core.
Then the gentleness melted into something much hotter.
His hand cupped my left breast fully, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh with growing hunger. His thumb circled my aching nipple before pinching and rolling it firmly between his fingers. The sensation was electric. I whimpered, my back arching instinctively, pushing my tits deeper into his skilled hand.
“Ethan…” I moaned softly, my voice turning embarrassingly needy.
He kneaded both of my full breasts now, tugging and twisting my sensitive nipples until they throbbed. The wet white fabric clung transparently to my skin, leaving nothing hidden. His other hand slid down to grip my ass, fingers digging in possessively as he pulled me flush against him. I could feel the thick, hard outline of his cock pressing against my stomach.
My pussy was dripping wet, clenching rhythmically with desperate emptiness. More slick juices ran down my inner thighs.
Ethan leaned in close, his hot breath teasing my ear. “That’s it, good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with lust. “Let Daddy take proper care of his needy little stepdaughter’s wet body…”
He gave my nipple a sharp, delicious twist. I cried out, a fresh gush of arousal flooding from my soaked cunt as I trembled in his powerful arms, completely lost in the forbidden fire of his touch.
The night was only beginning.
Chapter 2 The Bedroom Claiming
My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. Ethan’s hands were still kneading my heavy breasts, his fingers twisting my sensitive nipples with just the right amount of pressure to make my pussy throb painfully.
Before I could catch my breath, he dropped to his knees in front of me.
The sight of this powerful, dangerous mafia don kneeling at my feet sent a fresh rush of slick heat flooding from my core. His gray eyes looked up at me, dark with raw hunger, as he pushed my soaked white dress up my thighs.
“Such a pretty little stepdaughter,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Already dripping for Daddy.”
He leaned in and dragged his hot tongue slowly across my collarbone, licking up the sticky champagne. The wet heat of his mouth made me moan loudly. His hands never stopped playing with my tits, squeezing and tugging while his tongue moved lower.
He circled one stiff nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it hard into his mouth. The intense suction pulled a sharp cry from my throat. My back arched, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth as he sucked and bit gently at the sensitive peak. Pleasure shot straight down to my clit.
“Oh god… Ethan… Daddy…” The word slipped out before I could stop it.
He groaned in approval and moved to my other nipple, sucking even harder while his hand pinched the first one. My knees buckled. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders to stay upright, my pussy clenching emptily, dripping down my thighs.
Ethan pushed me back until I sat on the edge of the big bed. He spread my legs wide, exposing my soaked panties. With one rough tug, he ripped them off and buried his face between my thighs.
His tongue was merciless.
He licked a long, slow stripe up my dripping slit, groaning at my taste. “So fucking sweet,” he muttered, before diving in. His tongue fucked into my tight hole, then moved up to circle my swollen clit with expert precision. Two thick fingers pushed inside me suddenly, curling against that perfect spot while he sucked hard on my clit.
I screamed.
The pleasure built fast and overwhelming. My hips bucked against his face as he devoured my pussy like a starving man. His fingers pumped faster, curling and rubbing my G-spot while his tongue flicked my clit relentlessly.
“I’m— I’m going to—” My voice broke into a high-pitched moan.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he growled against my pussy.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My whole body tensed, thighs clamping around his head as waves of intense pleasure crashed through me. My pussy gushed around his fingers, and then something even more shocking happened—my breasts throbbed, and warm milk suddenly sprayed from my sensitive nipples.
Ethan’s eyes widened with dark lust. He moved up instantly, latching his mouth onto one leaking nipple and sucking hard, drinking every drop of my sweet milk while his fingers kept fucking me through the orgasm.
The sensation was overwhelming. I cried out, shaking violently as he greedily swallowed my milk, his gray eyes locked on mine with pure possessive hunger.
That seemed to snap something inside him.
He stood up, tearing off his suit jacket and shirt, revealing a powerful, muscled chest. His cock sprang free—thick, long, and rock hard, the swollen head already leaking precum. He looked enormous.
Without another word, he pushed me flat on the bed, spread my legs obscenely wide, and lined up his massive cock at my entrance. He rubbed the thick head up and down my soaked slit, teasing my clit before finally pushing forward.
I cried out as he stretched me open. Inch by thick inch, he sank into my tight pussy, filling me completely. The feeling was intense—burning pleasure mixed with the overwhelming fullness of being stuffed by my stepfather’s huge cock.
“Fuck… so tight,” Ethan groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Your little pussy is gripping Daddy so perfectly.”
He didn’t wait long. Once he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against my ass, he started thrusting. Slow and deep at first, letting me feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging along my inner walls. Then his pace quickened. He fucked me harder, deeper, the wet slapping sounds of his hips meeting my ass filling the luxurious bedroom.
My heavy tits bounced wildly with every powerful thrust. Ethan leaned down and captured one leaking nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he pounded into me. Warm milk sprayed into his mouth while he drank greedily, groaning in pure satisfaction.
The combination was too much. I came again, screaming his name as my pussy spasmed and clenched around his thrusting cock. More milk leaked from my breasts, coating both of us.
Ethan flipped me over onto my hands and knees like I weighed nothing. He gripped my hips bruisingly tight and slammed back into me from behind, even deeper than before. The new angle made his cock hit my G-spot perfectly with every brutal thrust.
“Yes— Daddy— harder!” I moaned shamelessly, pushing back to meet his strokes.
He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit while continuing to fuck me senseless. His other hand squeezed my swinging breast, milking more sweet liquid from my sensitive nipple. The obscene sound of skin slapping skin mixed with my moans and his low, animalistic growls.
He pulled my hair, forcing my back to arch as he railed me. “You’re mine now, Ava. This pussy, these milky tits— all fucking mine.”
I came again, harder this time, my arms giving out as I collapsed onto the bed. Ethan didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, chasing his own release. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded my pussy with thick, hot cum.
But he wasn’t done.
We changed positions again and again. I rode him, bouncing on his thick cock while he sucked my tits. He took me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded up into me. He bent me over the dresser, fucking me from behind while we watched in the mirror—my face flushed with pleasure, milk leaking down my breasts, his powerful body claiming me completely.
By the time the sky began to lighten outside, I had lost count of how many times he made me cum. My body was exhausted, covered in sweat, milk, and his cum. My pussy was red, swollen, and overflowing with his seed.
Ethan finally pulled me into his arms, holding me close against his chest. His hand gently stroked my hair and back as I trembled with aftershocks, still softly leaking milk onto his skin.
“You’re mine now, Ava,” he whispered darkly, kissing my forehead.
Chapter 3 The Honeymoon Announcement
I woke up the next morning feeling completely fucked out. My pussy was sore and puffy, still leaking Ethan’s thick cum from the nonstop fucking he gave me last night. My heavy tits felt tender and sensitive, nipples red and swollen from all the sucking and biting. The sheets under me were a mess — stained with milk, sweat, and cum.
Ethan’s muscular arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, his big, heavy cock resting against my ass crack. Even soft, it felt huge and hot. I moved a little and moaned softly as more cum dripped out of my used hole.
He woke up immediately. His rough hand grabbed one of my fat tits and squeezed hard, making milk squirt out onto his palm.
“Morning, you little slut,” he growled in my ear, voice deep and raspy. “That greedy cunt of yours still sore after Daddy fucked it raw all night?”
“Yes, Daddy…” I whimpered, pushing my ass back against his cock like a desperate whore. “It hurts but it feels so good.”
He chuckled and ground his thickening dick between my ass cheeks while playing with my leaking nipple. He pinched and tugged it, pulling more milk out. For a moment I thought he was going to flip me over and pound me again, but he suddenly stopped and turned me around to face him.
His piercing gray eyes looked straight into mine.
“We need to talk, Ava.”
My heart sank. He kept one hand on my tit, lazily squeezing it as he spoke.
“I’m taking your mother on a honeymoon,” he said bluntly. “We’ll leave in a few days and be gone for two or three weeks, maybe longer if business comes up.”
The words hit me hard.
I forced myself to smile sweetly even though jealousy was exploding inside my chest. “That’s really nice,” I said softly, trying to sound supportive. “You and Mom should have a great time together.”
But inside I was burning up with envy.
This was the same man who had spent hours last night destroying my pussy with his thick cock, drinking milk straight from my tits, and calling me his good little girl. Now he was just going to leave and fuck my mother instead? The thought of him sliding that big dick into her, sucking on her breasts, making her moan… it made me feel sick and angry.
Ethan studied my face carefully. He could probably tell something was wrong. His hand moved down between my legs and he shoved three thick fingers straight into my sloppy, cum-filled cunt without warning.
“You’ll behave yourself while I’m gone, right?” he said, fingering me roughly. His fingers made wet squelching sounds as he pumped them in and out. “This horny little pussy better stay wet and ready for Daddy’s cock when I get back.”
I moaned loudly, my hips bucking against his hand. “Yes, Daddy… I’ll be good. I promise.”
He curled his fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot perfectly while leaning down to latch onto my leaking nipple. He sucked hard, drinking my warm sweet milk as he finger-fucked me faster. The feeling was so intense — his mouth pulling on my tit and his thick fingers stretching my sore pussy.
I came fast and hard, crying out as my cunt clenched around his fingers and fresh milk sprayed from my other nipple onto his chest.
Ethan licked his lips, looking satisfied. He pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. I sucked them clean like an obedient slut, tasting my own pussy juice mixed with his cum.
Then he got up from the bed and started getting dressed. I lay there naked, legs still spread, watching his strong body. My pussy was throbbing again just from looking at him. The jealousy grew even stronger as I imagined him doing all those dirty things with my mother — fucking her hard, drinking from her, filling her with cum.
I wanted to beg him to stay. To cancel the honeymoon. To keep using my body instead of hers.
But I stayed quiet, playing the good stepdaughter role while my cunt dripped and my tits kept leaking.
Ethan finished buttoning his shirt and leaned down over the bed. He gave me a deep, sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth before pulling away.
“Be a good girl while I’m gone, Ava,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll be thinking about this slutty body and these milky tits every single day.”
He walked out and closed the door behind him.
I stayed in bed for a long time after he left. My hand drifted down between my legs and I started rubbing my messy pussy. I pushed two fingers inside, stirring Ethan’s cum around while thinking about everything he did to me last night. The way he licked my cunt, the way his thick cock stretched me open, how he drank my milk while pounding me.
Jealousy and horniness mixed together until I was fingering myself frantically. I pinched my own nipple hard, making more milk leak out as I chased another orgasm.
I came again moaning his name, but it wasn’t enough. My body still craved the real thing — my stepfather’s big cock.
I lay there panting, covered in sweat and milk, already missing him and hating the idea of him being with my mother for weeks.
