Daddy’s Study Break

Story Excerpt

Caleb Walks In

The dim glow of the desk lamp barely cuts through the late evening haze in Lila’s cluttered bedroom. Textbooks are piled high, their edges frayed, and loose notes spill over the desk like a paper avalanche. Her laptop screen glares with a half-finished study guide for her college finals, two days away. She’s hunched over, glasses sliding down her nose, in an oversized gray sweater and tight black leggings, her messy bun unraveling as she scribbles furiously. The stress knots her shoulders tight, her brow furrowed so deep it looks painful. She mutters to herself, “Just one more chapter, just one more…”

The door swings open without a knock, and Caleb strides in, all cocky swagger and bare-chested confidence. He’s fresh from some half-assed workout in the garage, sweat still beading on his broad shoulders, his gym shorts hanging low on his hips. But it’s not his smirk or his heavy steps that drag Lila’s eyes off her notes. It’s the obscene bulge tenting the front of his shorts, so massive it looks like the fabric might rip. His erection strains against the thin material, the outline of his thick shaft and flared head so clear it’s almost pornographic. He’s hung like a damn horse, easily nine inches and stupidly girthy, the kind of cock that looks like it could split someone in half. The way it twitches under her fleeting glance makes it obvious he’s been hard for a while, aching and unrestrained.

“Yo, brainiac, you’ve been at this shit for hours. Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you,” Caleb says, voice low and rough, stepping closer to her desk. He adjusts himself shamelessly, gripping the base through the shorts, making the bulge jump. “See this? I’m fuckin’ hurtin’ over here. Take a break and help your brother out.”

Lila’s pen freezes mid-word, her breath catching hard. Her eyes dart to the monstrous outline, then snap back to her notes, cheeks flaming red.

“I can’t, okay? I’ve got a final in two days. I’m gonna fail if I don’t get through this chapter,” she stammers, voice thin and shaky, pushing her glasses up with a trembling finger.

“Bullshit. You’re gonna fail if you don’t chill the hell out. Look at you, all wound up. Come on, just a quick one. You know how this works,” Caleb presses, stepping so close his crotch is level with her face, the musky scent of his sweat and arousal hitting her like a wave.