I parted my lips. He didn’t shove in right away. Instead, he rubbed the swollen head across my tongue, painting it with his taste—salty, masculine, addictive. I moaned around the thick head, eyes fluttering up to meet his. He stared down at me like I was the only thing in the world.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and commanding. “Taste what you do to your stepdad. Suck it nice and slow, baby. Show Daddy how you practice on those toys for all those strangers.”

I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, inch by inch, until the head nudged the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I...