Chapter 5: The Drive Back Home

The drive back felt so fast as they had arrived at the campsite earlier, and also the drive back felt nothing like the drive there. Millie had already packed all the stuff and luggages that they had arranged for the campsite in the car. Millie sat in the passenger seat, her legs crossed tightly, still feeling the delicious ache between her thighs from the night before. Every bump in the road sent a reminder through her body. And it wasn't only a reminder it sent, it sent a feeling that was beyond immense explanation. Richard’s rough hands, his deep thrusts, the filthy promises he’d whispered while filling her. The way and manner he said dirty words to her, made her heart beat faster.

She kept stealing glances at him. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on her thigh, thumb stroking circles on her skin. The silence between them was no longer awkward. It was thick, sensational and intimate.

“You’re quiet,” Richard said, his voice low. His eyes flicked to her. “Regretting it?”

Millie shook her head quickly. “No. That’s the problem.” She bit her lip, heat rising in her cheeks. “I don’t regret any of it. I want more,” she said without looking at him.

A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips. His hand slid higher up her thigh, slipping under the hem of her shorts.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Because Daddy isn’t done with you,” Richard continued.

There were already halfway home, he pulled off onto a quiet forest service road. The moment the car stopped, he had her in his lap. It was so quick that Millie didn't see it coming.

“Ride me,” he commanded, already freeing his thick cock from his pants. “Right here on the side of the road.”

Millie didn’t hesitate either. She pulled her shorts aside and sank down onto him with a long, needy moan. He was still so big, stretching her perfectly. She rode him desperately in the driver’s seat, the car rocking slightly as she bounced on his cock. Then she released the band of her hair, making her hair loose freely.

“Fuck, you’re addicted already, aren’t you?” he groaned, hands gripping her ass hard. “My greedy little stepdaughter can’t get enough of Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes,” she gasped, grinding down harder. “I need it. I need you to fill me again.”

He leveled the car seat, making it go down a bit. He thrust up into her roughly, one hand moving to her throat, holding her just firmly enough to make her whimper. Then, he smacked her ass. Millie moaned louder to the sweet pain that went through her body.

“I’m going to breed this pussy when we get home,” he growled. “Every single night until it takes. You’re going to carry my baby and no one will ever know it’s your stepdaddy’s.”

The words sent her spiraling. She came hard, crying out as her walls clenched around him. Richard followed right after, pumping her full again, his cum leaking out around his cock as she stayed seated on him. They stayed like that for several long minutes, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.

When they finally continued driving, the reality of returning home started to settle in. Her mother would be back. Normal life would try to resume. But nothing felt normal anymore. Soon they had gotten home.

That night, after they unpacked and her mother called to say she’d be home the next afternoon, Millie slipped into Richard’s bedroom. She had worn a pick soft night gown that revealed her breasts and thighs.

He was waiting for her. Watching her as she crawled on the bed, moving close to him.

He took her slowly this time almost tenderly at first, before the hunger took over again. He fucked her face down into his pillow, one hand fisted in her hair, the other spanking her ass until it glowed red.

“Mine,” he kept repeating like a mantra. “This pussy is mine. You’re mine.”

Millie came repeatedly, lost in the overwhelming pleasure and the thrill of their secret. When he finally filled her again, she whispered against the sheets. “I don’t want this to ever stop, Daddy.”

Richard kissed the back of her neck, still buried deep inside her.

“It won’t,” he promised. “We’ll be careful. But every chance we get… you’re going to be full of me.”

As they lay together afterward, tangled in his sheets while her mother’s side of the bed sat empty across the house, Millie smiled into the darkness. The resentment was long gone.

All that remained was a dangerous, addictive love, and the delicious knowledge that their forbidden affair had only just begun.