**The Temptation**

I never saw it coming. Not from her, not like this. Emily had always been my stepdaughter in name only—her mom and I had split years ago, but she still called me when she needed advice, still dropped by unannounced. That night, she showed up at my apartment just after midnight, dressed in tight black jeans and a cropped tank top that clung to her curves.

“Hey, Dad,” she purred, leaning against the doorframe. “Miss me?”

I swallowed hard. That wasn’t the way she usually talked to me. There was something different in her eyes—dark, teasing, *hungry*. She slipped inside before I could answer, her hips swaying as she made herself comfortable on my couch.

“You look tense,” she murmured, stretching her arms over her head, letting the hem of her shirt ride up just enough to show a sliver of smooth stomach. “You should relax.”

My cock twitched in my jeans. This was wrong. So wrong. But fuck, the way she was looking at me—like she knew *exactly* what she was doing.

Emily leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, giving me a perfect view down her top. “You’ve always taken such good care of me,” she said, her voice low and sweet. “Let me take care of you for once.”

Before I could stop her, she was on her knees in front of me, her fingers working my belt loose. “Wait, Em—”

“Shh,” she whispered, pressing a finger to my lips. “Just let me.” And then her hand was inside my pants, wrapping around my cock, already hard and aching for her. She stroked me slowly, her thumb rubbing over the tip, smearing precum. “Mmm. You like that, don’t you?”

I groaned. “Fuck. Yes.”

She grinned, like she’d won, and leaned in closer, her breath hot against my shaft. “Good.” Then her tongue flicked out, licking a long, slow stripe from base to tip before she took me into her mouth.

I nearly came right then. Her lips were so fucking soft, her tongue swirling as she sucked me deeper, her hand working what she couldn’t fit. I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding on as she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks, moaning around me like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

“That’s it,” she murmured when she pulled back, her lips shiny with spit. “Just let me worship you.”

Then she stood, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans, stripping them down her legs with agonizing slowness. When she straightened, she wasn’t wearing panties—just smooth, bare skin, her puffy little pussy already glistening.

“Your turn,” she breathed, straddling my lap, grinding down against my cock. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and I groaned, gripping her hips.

“You’re fucking killing me.”

She laughed, low and throaty, before lifting up and guiding me inside her. Fuck. She was tight, *so* tight, and so fucking wet. She sank down onto me inch by inch, her head tilting back as she took me all the way.

“Oh my *God*,” she moaned, rolling her hips. “You feel so good inside me.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I thrust up, filling her completely, my hands gripping her ass as she rode me, her tits bouncing with every movement. She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear.

“Tell me you’re mine,” she whispered.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned. “Yours.”

She clenched around me as she came, her cunt squeezing my cock like a vise. I followed right after, pumping into her as she milked me dry, her nails digging into my shoulders.

When she finally pulled away, she was smirking. “See?” she said, smoothing her hair back. “I told you I’d take care of you.”

And I knew right then—she wasn’t done with me. Not even close.