My phone rings on the table beside me.

Mom’s name flashes on the screen.

Marcus doesn’t stop.

He’s got me bent over the table again, cock buried deep in my dripping pussy, fucking me with steady, powerful strokes.

“Answer it,” he growls, hand tightening around my throat just enough to make me dizzy.

“Stepdaddy— I can’t—”

“You will. Be a good girl and talk to your mother while I fuck this tight cunt.”

I grab the phone with a shaking hand, pencil still somehow in my other fingers. I swipe to answer and put it on speaker, trying to sound normal.

“H-hey, Mom…”

“Hi sweetie! How’s everything at home? Are...