Twisted Transference

Troy's pulse hammered in the dim haze of his bedroom, that gnawing hunger for his teen stepdaughter Allie twisting like a knife in his gut. He'd snagged this flesh-like masturbator on a whim, the thing so damn real it mocked his isolation. Blindfold cinched tight over his eyes, he gripped it hard, thrusting deep with a growl, his mind painting Allie there—her lithe body writhing under him, those innocent eyes begging for more. 'Fuck, Allie, you little tease,' he muttered, voice thick with filth, pounding away as sweat slicked his skin. Through the door's jagged crack, Allie froze, heart slamming against her ribs. Shock hit first, a cold slap, but heat bloomed low and fierce as she watched him rut into the toy like a man possessed. His dirty words slithered out, wrapping around her, igniting a forbidden spark. She bit her lip, thighs clenching, arousal coiling tight. The room reeked of his need, pulling her in like a siren's call. Seizing the moment while he lost himself in the rhythm, Allie slipped inside, silent as a shadow. She eased the toy away, sliding into its warm, slick spot—her body quivering, breath shallow. Troy didn't falter; he drove in blind, burying himself in her heat with a guttural moan. She stifled a gasp, the stretch of him filling her raw and relentless, every thrust sending shocks through her core. He fucked her like the fantasy she embodied, hands roaming, oblivious to the switch. Then it cracked—her soft whimper, the real give of flesh. Troy ripped off the blindfold, eyes widening in the low light. 'Allie? What the hell?' Fury flashed, his body still buried deep, cock twitching inside her. She met his glare, defiant, hips rocking once to tease. Words tumbled out in a heated clash—accusations, denials, the air electric with taboo. But her plea hung there, raw: she wanted this, needed it, just like him. The fight drained, replaced by a dark hunger. 'Make us both happy,' she whispered, and damn if it didn't sway him. He surged forward, claiming her fully, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of sweat and sin, no turning back.