Chapter 3

He started fucking me in earnest, deep powerful thrusts that made the railing shake. My moans echoed across the terrace, mixing with the distant roar of the crowd below. On the giant LED screen across the stadium, a pre-recorded segment started playing—Damon himself, looking polished and professional as he discussed the upcoming matches.

"Look at that screen, princess," he growled, never slowing his brutal pace. "The whole world is watching me right now. They think I'm some respectable sports icon. But really, I'm balls-deep in my stepdaughter's virgin cunt."

The perverse contrast made my pussy clench around him. He laughed darkly, feeling it.

"You like that? You like knowing Daddy's a dirty old man who fucks his own stepdaughter?"

"Yes—fuck—yes, Daddy—"

He reached around and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while he pounded into me from behind. The dual stimulation was too much. I could feel my orgasm building embarrassingly fast.

"Don't you dare cum yet," he commanded. "You cum when Daddy says you can."

I whimpered desperately, my legs shaking. Every thrust hit something deep inside that made my vision blur. His cock was so thick I could feel my pussy stretching to its limits, could feel him reshaping my insides to fit him.

"Please, Daddy—I can't hold it—"

"Yes you can." His fingers left my clit, and he grabbed both my hips instead, using the leverage to fuck me even harder. "You're going to learn control, baby. This pussy belongs to me now, which means your orgasms belong to me too."

Just then, his phone rang loudly from inside the suite. The ringtone was one I recognized—Mom's special tone.

Damon didn't stop fucking me. He didn't even slow down.

"Don't. Move." He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and desperate. "Stay exactly like that."

He walked inside to grab his phone, and I heard him answer in that same smooth, professional voice.

"Hey sweetheart, how's the press conference?"

I could hear Mom's muffled voice on the other end, talking quickly. My pussy was clenching around nothing, Damon's cum and my juices dripping down my inner thighs. The jersey clung to my sweaty skin.

Damon walked back onto the terrace, phone pressed to his ear, and lined his cock up with my entrance again.

"Mmhmm, yeah, sounds like it's going well," he said casually to my mother, while simultaneously slamming back inside me in one brutal thrust.

I bit down on my lip hard enough to taste blood, trying not to make a sound. He fucked me slowly now, deep deliberate strokes that made my whole body shake.

"Thea? Oh, she's right here actually." His voice was perfectly calm even as his cock stretched me open. "Want to say hi to your daughter?"

My eyes went wide with panic. He pressed the phone to my ear, still buried deep inside me.

"H-hi Mom," I managed, voice shaking.

"Thea! How are you, honey? Are you watching the opening ceremony?"

"Y-yeah, it's—" Damon thrust particularly deep, and I had to swallow a moan. "It's really beautiful."

"Is Damon there with you? I wanted to thank him for letting you stay with him during my trip."

"He's—" Another thrust. "He's being really good to me."

Damon's hand came around to rub my clit again, making my pussy spasm around him. I could feel another orgasm building, even more intense than before.

"That's wonderful! Make sure you thank him properly, okay? I'll be back tomorrow morning. Love you!"

"Love you too, Mom."

The call ended. Damon tossed the phone aside and immediately grabbed my hips with both hands, fucking me with renewed brutality.

"You did so good, baby. Talking to Mommy while Daddy's cock was stretching your tight little pussy." He slapped my ass hard. "You're such a perfect slut for me."

"Please, Daddy—please let me cum—I need it so bad—"

"Not yet." He pulled out completely, making me whimper at the loss. "On your knees. Now."

I turned and dropped to my knees on the terrace floor. His massive cock stood in front of my face, covered in my juices and pre-cum.

"Open that pretty mouth. Show Daddy what a good cocksucker you can be."

I opened wide, and he pushed inside, hitting the back of my throat immediately. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, but he didn't pull back.

"Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose." His hand fisted in my hair, controlling my movements. "That's it—fuck, good girl—take it deeper—"

He face-fucked me ruthlessly, his cock hitting my throat over and over. Saliva dripped down my chin. My jaw ached. But the way he groaned above me, the way his thighs tensed—it made me desperate to please him.

Just then, there was a sharp knock on the suite door.

"Mr. Voss? It's hotel management. We need to discuss the VIP arrangements for tomorrow's match."