Emily’s POV

“Ouchhh, step-daddy!”

The words tore out of my throat before I could stop them, half-yelp, half-moan, my nails raking down Daniel’s back through his dress shirt. He didn’t pause. Didn’t slow. One brutal stroke and he was buried to the hilt, stretching me so completely that my vision whited out for a solid three seconds.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his forehead dropping to mine, his breath hot and uneven against my lips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

“You didn’t— oh God— you didn’t give me a warning.”

“Didn’t think you needed one.” He pulled back, just an inch, then slammed forward again. The wet sound of our bodies colliding echoed...