Taste For Daddy: Please Me, Daddy : Book 1

by Brooks, B. L.

  And now, it’s just the two of us.

  I think about going to put the dinner dishes away, just anything to give me a distraction. But before I can, a maid sweeps into the room to do just that. She clears the table and gives us a smile.

  Dean doesn’t introduce us, but I return a soft smile as she turns to take the dishes to the kitchen.

  “Would you like to see your room?” Dean asks, clearing his throat. His eyes still hold the same lustful look that they had at the agency. He wants me, I’m sure of it. I have a pretty big feeling he wants a little more from me than just being his sweet little step-daughter.

  “Lead the way.” I say happily, as I rise up from the chair and go over to grab my bags from the hallway that leads into the living room.

  I follow him up two grand flights of stairs and down the open hall. Pictures hang perfectly every foot or so apart on the light-gray walls. It’s something you’d see in a celebrity home, something on the latest edition of INSIDER.

  He opens the third door down for me, standing so close that I have to brush up against him to get into the room. I swallow back the moan that threatens to escape me.

  “I can’t believe that I’ve hit on my own stepdaughter,” he murmurs as he enters. I giggle at him, giving my lip a bite as I try to contain my giddiness.

  Get it together, Molly.

  “I know, silly, isn’t it?” I ask him, feeling my heart race as he steps closer.

  He stands in front of me, placing his rather large hands on my shoulders, consuming them with his palm. But when he opens his mouth to speak, his eyes drift down to my breasts pressed tight against my blouse.

  I know he wants to see what’s underneath. I can see it in his eyes.

  He’s pretty damn obvious about it I’ll say.

  “Mr. Andrews, what would you like me to do with the laundry?” We hear the maid in my doorway ask, and I jump back, wondering what the hell would’ve just happened if she hadn’t just shown up.

  I feel feral. I want to attack him and have animalistic sex with him. I can see that the attraction is mutual. There’s no denying that.

  I need to cool myself off, and I don’t have the slightest clue how I’m going to do that. I think about the dressing room and how much he wanted me there. I had him hard as hell, or at least so it seemed; but certainly before I knew he’s my freaking step-dad. Now that I know, I feel naughty because I’m still craving his touch on me.

  “You can put it aside downstairs. I will address it later. Take the rest of the evening off, Ms. Clarkson. I am fine here without your assistance,” I hear him tell her. He’s quite rude to her, but I can see the annoyance on his face at how she interrupted us, which makes the fire inside me burn even hotter.

  He turns back to me, dismissing Ms. Clarkson in full.

  “Would you like to see the basement? I mean, it’s not much. Just a movie room, but there’s a minibar, and I keep all the newest lingerie down there. Since we’re working together and living together, I don’t see why we couldn’t try a few things on to get ahead of the game.” His eyes darken as they move to my lips, staying put as I process what the hell my stepdad just said to me. I’m not looking to resist this man by any means for some odd reason. I want to do anything I can to please him.

  I almost swallow my tongue when he suggests such a thing though. “Yes, that sounds like a great idea.” I hope that my voice sounds professional and not too shaky.

  I can’t believe I just agreed to this.

  I realize I’m wet again; I feel it as I follow Mr. Andrews out of the room and down the hallway.

  We head back downstairs, and Ms. Clarkson gives us a hard stare as we head down to the basement. I don’t like the way she’s looking at me. Her accusing eyes make me feel like I’ve done something wrong already just by being here.

  “Don’t worry about her. She likes to spy on everyone. Who knows, maybe she’s into women.” Mr. Andrews teases, and I just about keel over, yearning to feel his touch now that we’re alone.

  He goes to the other side of the room and opens a closet door. I see that he wasn’t kidding. The lingerie is mostly bra and pantie sets with hardly any lace trim around them.

  They’re much skimpier than what I would ordinarily wear, and I don’t think that he realizes that. When I reach the closet, he holds out a baby-blue panty and bra set. I can see that devilish look in his eyes.

  “Try these on. There’s a full dressing room around the left corner.” His voice is low, rough.

  God, he’s so sexy I can’t stand being in his presence. Yet, it’s all I’m wanting…

  All I can do is nod my head as if showing him I will do as instructed.

  Showing him I listen to my… daddy.

  4

  DEAN

  My cock is so fucking hard right now. I don’t know what I’m going to do when she comes out in that baby blue lingerie set I told her to throw on. I set up the camera, and there’s a cot for her to sit on, to pose for me on.

  My thoughts run wild. With her on my covers, every magazine is going to be sizzling. Every man who picks up a copy will be just as aroused as I am now, being a win-win for us all.

  As Molly comes out of the dressing room and around the corner, I can see her tits are pushed together tightly as her bra can barely contain them. They bounce alluringly. The panties are a little too tight for her.

  Good. I had counted on that.

  I instruct her to sit on the edge of the cot. Just as she goes to, we hear someone opening the basement door.

  “I wanted to let you know that Mrs. Andrews isn’t going to be home tonight. She just called,” Ms. Clarkson says, staring at me and then over to Molly with wide, judgmental eyes.

  “Thank you. We’re working. Now, if you wouldn’t disturb us, that would be great. I want to get a jump on the next magazine,” I inform her as professionally as I can. She nods, heading back upstairs and shutting the door a little harder than she needs to.

  “Are you ready?” I ask, turning back to Molly as if that didn’t just happen.

  “Ready as I can be.” She bites down on her lower lip, looking fucking sexy as hell. She doesn’t even begin to realize how much trouble she could be here… alone with me.

  “Spread your legs a little wider,” I command, adjusting as I ready the camera. I can see the outline of her lips between her legs. Her legs were spread slightly, and I certainly can’t capture everything I want at that angle.

  “Perfect. Right there, baby girl,” I whisper, taking shot after shot of her body. I watch her throw her head back as she laughs, then stares back into the camera for me.

  I can’t take this anymore. I’m to the point of almost shaking from how bad I need to be inside of her. Filling her with my seed. Now.

  When I turn away from the camera, her eyes fixate on my groin, noticing my hard cock pushed tightly against my slacks.

  “What are you doing, Mr. Andrews?” she teases me with those beautiful eyes of hers.

  She damn well knows what I’m doing.

  I don’t say a word as I walk to her. She can already see what I want, giving off a whimper for me as she bites back down on that lower lip of hers. She keeps that teasing smile on her face, and I can’t help myself any longer. I know that it’s wrong, but I want her. I want to be deep inside of her, show her who’s her... daddy.

  I slowly run my hands up her smooth legs. I love how relaxed she is, not closing them in response to my hands sliding up and down them, caressing them. Her body eases with my touch. She lies down on the thin cot, showing me she wants this, just as I know she does.

  “God, just knowing that you’re my step-daughter… so wrong, but you feel… so right.” I moan as I kiss up her legs slowly, smelling her scent before I even get to the panties that keep me from licking at her.

  “Mr. Andrews,” she moans out, spreading her legs a little wider when she feels my hot breath reach her panties.

  “Fuck,” I growl.

  That’s such a fucking turn on
. I find myself rubbing my nose against her panties to get a better smell of her, just to be closer to her sweetness. She surprises me by thrusting her hips off the bed and pressing her pussy against my mouth through her panties.

  At that moment, I realize just how naughty she can be as she runs her hands through my hair, slightly pressing my head into her sweet spot. I begin to lick through the thin lace fabric that keeps me from her. My cock grows harder as it presses against my slacks.

  “Just like that,” she whispers to me, grinding a little harder, tugging at my hair, as I begin to lick her panties until they’re wet from both my tongue and her pussy.

  She’s mine. All mine.

  “Get them off,” she requests.

  I look up into her eyes, wondering if she’s teasing me, but I see the challenge there as she stares at me, wondering what I’m going to do.

  “Are you scared, Mr. Andrews?” She smirks at me, biting down on that damn lip of hers again. The last of my strength leaves with that bite alone. I bring my hands to the waistband of her panties, ripping them down. As I then slide out of my slacks, releasing what’s been growing hard against them with each whimper she emits.

  She looks down between my legs; her eyes grow wide as if she’s trying to understand how I plan on fitting this hard shaft in her tight, little frame. But oh, it’s going to fit alright.

  “Touch it,” I whisper to her.

  I watch her extend her slim arm, bringing her hand down between us to stroke me, nice and slow as if she already knows what her daddy likes. She purrs for me as I close my eyes. I can’t believe how soft her hand is, sliding up and down my hard shaft, almost making me cum right fucking now.

  “You’re so... big.” She squeezes the tip of my cock and begins to rub the head of it with the roundness of her thumb. She massages slowly until she has me shaking for her, waiting for those soft lips to touch.

  5

  MOLLY

  My mother’s husband of all people!

  Dean’s hands move up to my bra, pulling at it, tugging at it until my tits are bouncing freely. I thank him silently for releasing me from its confines.

  “Do you want it?” he whispers to me, giving me kisses along my neck.

  “Yes, give it to me. I want it, daddy,” I whine at him, never in my life thinking I would actually say that word out loud. Knowing that it’s forbidden only makes it more alluring. It feels so good to be naughty, and the last thing I want is to turn him away. Who knows if I’ll ever have a chance like this again?

  The maid has interrupted now twice already, and if she comes downstairs, I’m going to scream at her myself. Even though this is so wrong, I want it. Just as he does when we very well know we could get caught any minute now.

  “Show me that you want me.” He raises an eyebrow at me, wanting to know whether I’m just teasing him or if I want him like I say I do.

  Slowly, I bring the head of his cock between my legs. I clasp his hard shaft in my hand, pushing his head between my thighs. I gasp as I feel him begin to penetrate me. I grind slowly at first, easing in, but picking up the pace with each moan that escapes him as he fully enters me.

  Before I know it, I’m thrusting my hips up and down on the cot, driving him deeper, gyrating against him as he holds me tightly to him.

  “Yes, just like that, baby. Fuck. You’re so naughty, aren’t you?” he taunts me, whispering the words against my ear. I whimper as he penetrates me even deeper, not holding back an inch as he slams into me.

  “I want it, I want you,” I whimper at him, begging for more as the twist of pain and pleasure spreads through every part of me.

  He presses his body harder against mine. I spread my legs until my feet are dangling off the bed. He slams into me, making me cry out with desire. He presses his mouth against mine, hard, silencing my cries as his tongue twines with mine, teasing me. I begin to kiss him back, moaning out as I loop a hand around the back of his neck as he continues to slip his thick cock in and out of me with ease.

  “Shh, we don’t want the maid coming down again, do we?” he whispers into my mouth as we share one another’s air. I shake my head at him. I don’t want his mouth to leave mine.

  Fuck the nosy maid. She drives me insane and this is only day one.

  I feel him moaning into my mouth, his broad chest pressed against mine, his cock throbbing inside of me. Dean pauses, and it is delirious torture as he leaves it inside me just so I can feel it all.

  “I want you to roll over and get on your stomach,” he whispers, his mouth moving to my ear, making the skin on the back of my neck prickle.

  I giggle at him as he pulls away, admiring my naked body.

  I do as he says, giving my ass a shake for him, knowing that he’s watching it jiggle as I move. He raises a hand and spanks one of my ass cheeks, then the other, just as I was hoping for.

  “You naughty little girl,” he growls through his clenched teeth as he pushes me down onto my stomach.

  I love how he exerts control over me; he’s rough, dominating, leading my body with his touch. I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to be with a man in the bedroom; it just so happens I finally get to be with my stepfather and boss all in one.

  Who would have fucking thought?

  I feel his hands spreading my legs again. He slides on top of me, one hand sliding under me to fondle my tits, the other one tracing up between my legs.

  The second his fingers hit my clit, my body thrusts towards him. He masterfully massages my cherry. I grind even faster when I feel his cock smacking the back of my pussy.

  “I want you to keep grinding that little pussy against my fingers until you can’t stand it anymore. Until you’re coming for me,” he growls against the back of my ear.

  I just nod. I can’t utter a word. If I try to speak, I will scream out his name, overwhelmed by his touches. I’ve never been this turned on in my nineteen years of existence.

  His cock feels so good inside me, I want him so badly. Over and over... I want to hold him deep inside of me here as we move as one.

  We hear the door opening, but he continues slamming into me as it opens. I thrust against him, continuing to grind his fingers against my clit because why care who’s here if this man doesn't?

  We hear a gasp, and he stops to turn to find Ms. Clarkson the maid, staring at us. When she realizes that she’s been caught watching, she hurries back up the stairs, slamming the door behind her, this time leaving us to continue pleasing each other.

  He turns back and slams back into me even harder than before, causing me to cum all over him not a minute later. I feel his dick growing even firmer as he moans out my name, telling me how much he wants me, how much he needs me.

  “I’m going to fucking cum,” he groans.

  I shove my pussy against his cock in response, grinding harder and faster, showing him just where I want him to cum.

  “Ugh, fuck. Molly,” he moans, and I love every second of it as his hot load enters me, filling me with every pump. He goes so deep that his warm seed strikes the back of my pussy, grinding until, at last, he goes soft that he has no choice but to slip out of me.

  6

  DEAN

  The second I realized Ms. Clarkson saw us, I knew we were going to be in trouble. I should’ve locked the basement door. I should’ve done something, anything, to keep her from coming into the basement. I knew damn well that she was looking for us to mess up. I don’t even want to think about what Trish is going to say. But I could give a fuck less, honestly.

  It’s Molly I’m worried about.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper to Molly as we get dressed. I can’t help but feel a little guilty for putting her in this situation. I suppose I am the one who suggested she accompanies me down here to get a head start on the magazine, very well knowing I had other intentions in mind.

  She shakes her head at me, giving me a glare.

  “What?” I ask.

  “I don’t want you to be sorry. That was amazing. It w
as electrifying the way you showed me that you were in control, something I never knew I could enjoy in a man.” Her eyes pull from her hands and up to my eyes as we stand there, taking it in.

  If Ms. Clarkson hadn’t come down, then I would’ve told Trish about Molly and I in a better way than how she’ll find out now, but soon enough, she’ll know that I just did a little more than the casual photoshoot with Molly.

  I can only imagine it being a matter of minutes before Ms. Clarkson runs her mouth. But I’m fine with it in all honesty. I rather she knows anyway so Molly and I don’t have to sneak around, plus I’m not one to want to continue on with this loveless marriage anymore. It’s time to call it what it is and face it as Trish and I should’ve done long ago.

  Molly’s eyes begin to tear up.

  “Are you scared of her?” I ask as I take a step closer to her, pulling her in my embrace as her head brings to rest on my chest.

  I hate seeing her upset like this.

  “I won’t have any place to go. She’s going to kick me out when she finds out, and then I’ll lose my job, too. I like my job even though I’ve only been there one day. I like the girls there. And without a job, how will I ever find somewhere to live? I’ll be out on the street…” Her voice trails off.

  I make my mind up right then and there.

  “I’m not going to let her kick you out of the house, baby girl. This is my house,” I remind her.

  She doesn’t look quite like she has trust in me, but we’ll work on that. I’m sure she thinks guys say stuff like that to women all the time. But I’m no guy, and she damn well should know that.

  She damn well will know it.

  “You will see,” I reinforce. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” I kiss her tenderly, and her soft lips push back.