Lily's POV

I lay there wrecked, with cum cooling on my thighs.

The wall between me and them was still vibrating like it had a pulse. Mom's cries had faded into soft, satisfied whimpers, but Max's low growl lingered in my ears.

The way he had moaned, growled dirty words into her ear "Take it, baby, take every fucking inch."

My fingers were already moving again before I could stop them.

I was still slick from earlier, still swollen, still his. I spread my legs wider, knees hooked over the edge of the bed, and slid two fingers back inside my cunt.

"Hmmm.....Daddy.." The wet sound was obscene in the quiet.

Thump.

The headboard next door hit the wall again, slow, deliberate. It was as if he knew what I was doing and he was trying to match me.

"Again? God, Max..mmmm" Mom's voice protested before trembling into a moan at the end.

I increased the rhythm. In. Out. Curling my fingers deep, trying to find that spot with a thumb on my clit.

"Yes.... right there...." I moaned, imagining it was his massive cock stretching me, not my pathetic fingers.

"Fuck me like that," I whispered to the dark. "Fuck me like you own me."

"Yes, yes...right there....fuck....harder" mum moaned next door.

The first orgasm hit at the same time. It was fast, sharp, electric. My pussy clenching so hard my toes curled.

I bit the pillow to muffle the moan, but it still came out-"Max...fuck"

Next door, he growled louder. "You love this cock, don't you?"

"Yes..daddy" I moaned as I shoved a third finger in, stretching myself open, my hips rolling in rhythm with my fingers.

The second climax built slower, deeper, aching.

I pictured him behind Mom, gripping her hips, slamming into her, buried so deeply his balls were slapping her clit.

But it was my cunt he was wrecking. My name he'd growl.

"Harder," I gasped into the sheets. "Harder, Daddy-"

The third orgasm crashed over me like a wave, back arching, tits bouncing, fairy lights blurring into streaks of red and green.

My pussy gushed around my fingers, soaking the comforter. I didn't care.

But it wasn't enough.

The fourth time, I was sobbing into the pillow,my fingers cramping and my clit raw.

"Please....please fuck me.." I imagined him flipping me over, pinning my wrists while driving that thick cock so deep I'd feel it in my throat.

"I'm your little slut, Max....your Christmas whore..."

The fifth climax left me shaking, thighs trembling, cunt throbbing like a heartbeat.

I came so hard I saw stars, but the ache deep inside didn't fade.

"Please....fill me....claim me...destroy me..." I murmured as tears streaked down my face.

The ache only grew. A hollow, gnawing need only his cock could fill.

I fell asleep with my fingers still inside me, dreaming of snow and sin.

Morning came too bright.

Everything seemed too loud for my sensitive ears.

I could hear mom's laughter in the kitchen. The smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls wafting throughout the whole house.

I dragged myself downstairs in an oversized sweater and leggings, my hair a mess and my pussy still tender.

Max didn't look at me. Not once.

He stood behind Mom at the stove, arms around her waist, kissing her neck while she flipped pancakes.

"Morning, babe," he murmured into her hair. His hand slid down, cupping her ass through her robe.

I poured coffee with shaking hands, drinking in the sight before me.

"Just look at me. Please." I begged silently.

But he didn't.

All day, he was hers. He helped her wrap gifts, laughed loudly at her stories, kissed her temple when she passed him the gravy.

I sat across the table, thighs clenched, my cunt aching every time his voice dropped low.

By evening, Mom had friends over. Three of them, wine was flowing and Christmas carols blaring from the speakers.

I slipped away to the laundry room to escape the noise. The dryer was still warm from earlier, humming low.

I leaned against it, eyes closed, trying to breathe.

The door clicked shut behind me.

I didn't turn. I Didn't need to because I already knew who it was.

His hands were on me before I could speak, rough, possessive, yanking my leggings down to my knees.

"Fuck....ahh" I missed as my panties followed, the seam brushing against my sore and tender pussy.

"You've been dripping all day, haven't you?" His voice was a growl against my ear.

"Thinking about my cock while I fucked your mom's brains out."

"Hmm...and what if I said I didn't" I whimpered.

He spun me, bent me over the dryer. The metal was hot against my tits, nipples stiff through the sweater.

I could hear him unzipping his pants. Then I felt it.

His cock was massive, throbbing, slick with pre-cum and it nudged my entrance.

"Tell me you want it."

I couldn't take the teasing anymore....he knew I wanted him badly.

"Fuck me," I begged. "Please...Daddy.."

The bastard didn't even allow me finish before he slammed in me in one thrust, no mercy.

"Ahhhh....nghhgh"

My scream was swallowed by the dryer's rumble.

My pussy stretched wide, struggling to accommodate his size. It burned, making my eyes water but the burning was sweet.

"Fuck.....yes...."

"Shit.....u're so tight....mmmm..... tighter than your mother " He growled as he sets a brutal pace.

His hips snaps forward as he buries himself so deep his balls were slapping my clit.

The machine vibrated beneath me, buzzing through my cunt, amplifying every stroke.

"Ahhh.....right there....harder.... please" I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

"Quiet," he hissed, his rough large hand fisting my hair.

"Your mom's right down the hall. You want her to hear her little girl getting railed like a Christmas whore?"

I bit my lip till it bled.

"No.....Yes.....Fuck...." I mumbled incoherently, the pleasure blurring my speech.

His other hand snaked around, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight, merciless circles.

"Is this what you wanted? My cock wrecking your tight little cunt while she laughs with her friends?"

"Yes....oh God.....harder...."

He obliged, Pounding into me deeper and faster than I thought was possible.

The dryer rattling beneath me like it might explode.

My Santa hat, some stupid thing Mom made me wear..slipped off, tumbling to the floor.

"Fuck me harder, Daddy....ahhh

..fuck..." I moaned as he drove in so deep my vision blurred.

He flipped me suddenly, his cock slipping out as he hoisted me onto the washer.

He draped my legs over his shoulders, before spearing his massive cock back in.

"Nghhh.....ahhh.....mmmm..." The angle was brutal. He kept on hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars.

"Look at me," he snarled. "Look at me while I ruin this pussy."

I struggled to meet his gaze. His eyes were black and wild, his pupils dilated with lust written all over them. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my tits.

"You're tighter than her," he growled. "So much fucking tighter. Gonna fill you up.....gonna destroy this sweet little cunt..."

"Do it..."

He rubbed my clit faster, thumb slick with my juices.

"Come for me, baby. Come on Daddy's cock."

"Ahhhhh.... Max.." I cried out his name as I shattered.

My pussy clamping down, gushing around him, as my orgasm ripped through me like fire.

He didn't stop.... ohhh Good Lord.....instead he fucked me through it, prolonging the waves till I was sobbing,

begging.

" Max....Daddy.... please"

"Again," he demanded.

I came a second time, this time harder. My back arching off, tits bouncing free as he yanked my sweater up completely.

"Third time's the charm," he muttered, biting my neck as his fingers twisted my nipples mercilessly.

He pulled out suddenly, then he spun me again.

This time face down, with my ass up before he slammed back in.

The new angle had me screaming into my forearm... my pussy fluttering, clit grinding against the washer's edge.

"Max-Max-MAX-"

I came a third time, my vision completely whiting out, as my cunt milked him desperately.

"Fuck...fuck" He cursed, his hips stuttering as his thrusts became sloppy.

"Fuck...I'm gonna..."

"Inside," I gasped. "Fill me.."

He buried himself deeper, his cock pulsing, as he flooded me with heat. Thick ropes of cum painting my walls, claiming me.

We stayed locked like that, panting, the dryer still humming beneath us.

Down the hall, Mom's laughter rang out, oblivious to the fact that I was fucking my step-father in the laundry room.

Max pulled out slow, his cum dripping down my thighs. He tucked himself away into his pants, zipping up.

"Clean up," he said, voice rough. "Before she notices you're gone."

I nodded, my legs trembling, pussy throbbing with aftershocks.

He paused at the door,then glanced back to take my completely ruined look in.

"Merry Christmas, baby."

I smiled, weak, completely ruined and utterly satisfied.

Merry fucking Christmas.

Kane POV

I was leaning against the hallway wall outside her office. My arms folded, I was pretending to scroll through threat reports on my phone when the sound hit me.

It was soft, wet and rhythmic.

I knew that sound. I'd heard it in barracks at 2 a.m, through cheap drywall.

I'd heard it in my own head for the last six months every time she walked past me in one of those pencil skirts that looked like they were painted on.

The door to her private study was cracked two inches. The light from her laptop spilled across the carpet like a guilty little runway.

I should've kept walking. Should've cleared my throat loud enough for her to slam the lid shut.

Instead I edged closer, silent as a fucking ghost, and really looked at her.

Elena Voss is twenty-eight. She's a billion-dollar baby who'd inherited the company when her father dropped dead on a yacht in Monaco.

She had legs for days which she crossed at the ankle, one stiletto dangling off her toes. Silk blouse unbuttoned just enough that I could see the black lace edge of her bra.

Her head was tipped back against the leather chair, eyes half-closed, bottom lip caught between perfect white teeth.

On the screen, some brunette was getting absolutely railed over a desk.

The sound was low, but not low enough. The guy's hand was fisted in the actress's hair exactly the way I'd pictured doing to Elena a hundred times.

Her free hand had slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt, rubbing subtle circles on her clit. Her hips rolling just the tiniest bit.

"Mmmnnn.." A breathy little gasp escaped her....Jesus Christ....and my cock went from interested to a damn iron pipe in two seconds flat.

I must've shifted my weight because the floorboard creaked. Her eyes snapped open, and locked on the gap in the door. On me.

For one endless second neither of us moved.

Then she smiled, slow and feral.

She didn't pull her hand out, didn't close the laptop.

"Enjoying the show, Kane?"

I pushed the door open all the way and stepped inside, letting it click shut behind me. "You're the one who left the door open, princess."

"Don't call me that." Her voice was husky, still riding the edge of whatever orgasm she'd been chasing.

"And don't pretend you weren't jerking off in your room to the thought of me last week. Mrs. Alvarez does laundry, remember? She showed me the sheets."

Heat crawled up my neck. "You went through my fucking laundry?"

"I pay her to notice details." She leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, blouse gaping just enough to show the swell of her tits. "You come like a firehose, Kane. Impressive."

I took one step forward, then another. Until I was close enough to smell her perfume, it was something expensive and filthy mixed with the scent of her arousal.

"You want to keep pushing me, little girl?"

"Stop calling me little girl. I sign your checks."

"Yeah? Then fire me." I braced my hands on her desk, caging her in. "Go ahead. Do it right now."

Her pupils were dilated with lust.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Finally free of babysitting the spoiled heiress."

"Say the word, Elena."

She licked her lips and just when I thought she was about to give in..."No."

Silence stretched between us, thick enough to choke on.

Down the hall, the grandfather clock chimed once. It was half past midnight and the whole house was asleep.

It was just us and the frozen porn still looping on her screen.

I dropped my voice. "Close the laptop."

She didn't answer.

"Close it, or I will."

Her chin lifted, defiant flickering in her eyes. "Make me."

I reached past her, slow enough that my forearm brushed the lace-covered curve of her breast and slammed the lid shut.

The room went dark except for the city lights bleeding through the windows.

She didn't flinch. Just breathed through parted lips, watching me like prey that had decided it wanted to be caught.

"You've been fucking with me for months," I said quietly.

"Short skirts. Bending over in front of me when you know damn well what it does. Leaving your bedroom door open when you change. That little moan you make when you stretch after a long meeting...don't think I don't hear it through the wall."

Her throat worked. "You're paid to notice things."

"I'm paid to keep you alive. Not to pretend I don't want to bend you over this desk and find out how many times I can make you come before you forget your own name."

A soft laugh. "Big words from the guy who calls me 'ma'am' like it's a curse."

"Because if I call you what I actually want to call you..

baby, sweetheart, good fucking girl, I'll have you on your knees in the back of the Maybach and we both know it."

Her breath hitched. Just once but I heard it.

I straightened, putting two feet of space between us that felt like a continent. "Go to bed, Elena."

She didn't move. "Is that an order?"

"It's the last one you're getting tonight."

She stood slowly, deliberately smoothing her skirt down thighs I'd memorized the shape of.

When she stepped around the desk she stopped inches away, close enough that her nipples, which were hard little points under silk, almost brushed my chest.

"You're shaking," she whispered.

I wasn't. But my hands wanted to be.

She rose on her toes, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "When you do finally snap, Kane... make sure you don't hold back."

Then she walked past me, hips swaying, leaving the scent of her dripping cunt in the air like a dare.

I didn't move until I heard her bedroom door close upstairs.

Only then did I let my head fall back, dragging in a ragged breath, and palm the front of my slacks where my cock was trying to punch through the zipper.

Tomorrow she'll be back in boss mode. The ice queen with a sharp tongue, looking at me like I was furniture.

And I'd let her.

Because the longer this burned, the harder I was going to fuck her when the leash finally snapped.

I could already see it...her on her back across that mahogany desk, thighs spread wide, tits spilling out of that black lace bra, nipples dark and begging for my mouth.

I'd worship every inch. I'd lick the sweat from between her breasts, suck those perfect nipples until she cried and spread her open and tongue her clit until she forgot how to be a brat.

Then I'd flip her over, fist that silky hair, and sink into her so deep she'd feel me for days.

But not tonight.

Tonight I walked out of her study, locked the door behind me, and took the stairs two at a time to the guest wing.

I went straight into the bathroom, locked the door and took a cold shower. My hand wrapped around my cock the second the water hit my skin.

I stroked myself hard and fast, imagining I was fucking her pretty little cunt.

When I finally chased my climax, it was hard, brutal,and I bit my own forearm to stay quiet.

" Elena.." it was her name I growled into the dark.

Soon, I'd have her.