A Family Affair Anthology : An Extreme Taboo Anthology

by Ally Vance

  Dropping to my knees, I slide my hands up her bare, tanned thighs. Her skin is like silk—exquisitely smooth. My fingers play along the flesh to her core which is hidden by black panties that match her bra.

  I can’t find words. My throat is thick with emotion. Rylee is blurry, and I blink the tears away. She’s more than perfect, she’s every man’s wet dream. And she’s asking me to take her, to claim her.

  I should’ve done it a long time ago. But I couldn’t bring myself to. I thought she was flirting because she was going through teenage hormonal changes. I was convinced I was reading into her smiles, her gentle touches. But with her sitting on the bed, legs open for me, inviting me in, I realize it was real.

  “Are you sure?” I ask while looking up at her, meeting those eyes that hold my heart with an innocent stare.

  “Yes,” Ry smiles, before sitting up which brings her breasts in line at my face, and I want to devour them. Rylee cups my cheeks, she holds my face steady, and plants a kiss on my lips. The moment she releases me, my hands find the clasp of her bra, tugging the material from her shoulders. Her panties follow next, and soon, she’s completely naked.

  Between her legs, a soft strip of blonde hair leads to the sweet glistening flesh my mouth waters to taste. No longer waiting, I lean in and inhale her muskiness, reveling in her fragrance.

  With a swipe of my tongue, I’m a man high on a priceless drug—my beautiful girl. I open her completely to my gaze, taking in her sweet pink flesh. My mouth is on her instantly. Laving, suckling, and tasting. Dipping my tongue into her tight heat, I savor every drop of nectar she gifts.

  “Oh, god,” Rylee mewls above me, her hands fisting my long hair, tugging and pulling me closer. Her hips lift to meet my ministrations as if she can’t get enough. Her moans and whimpers spur me on and soon, I’m drinking every drop of her release.

  I don’t stop, I don’t relent, I dip two fingers inside her, slipping in easily through the slickness of her pussy. Her pulsing walls grip both digits, and soon, she’s crying out obscenities again.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, Daddy,” Her voice is husky as her body trembles, but I continue my ministrations, taking pleasure in the way her body is responding to me. Curling my fingers, I find the spot inside her, deep inside that makes her fingers tug my hair, causing a bite of pain to shoot through every inch of me.

  My cock is rock solid. It’s a steel rod, needing release. Leaning in, I suckle Rylee’s clit into my mouth while finger fucking her with abandon, causing more cries of god and fuck to spill free from her beautiful lips.

  I watch in awe as two orgasms take over her body, caused by me. I’m the one bestowing pleasure on her, and my heart and soul are burning with dark desire to make her come one more time, this time though, it will be on my cock.

  When her thighs stop shaking, I rise, my mouth still wet from her arousal. Slowly, I crawl over the beauty on the bed and hover over her, taking in the flushed cheeks, her wide, shiny eyes filled with love and adoration, and the way her plump lips are parted.

  “You’re delicious, princess,” I murmur, planting a soft kiss on her mouth. “I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long. The need has me tense,” I admit, shaking my head in dismay at how I feel.

  “Please, don’t look away,” Rylee pleads with me. “I want your eyes on me, all the time. Every day,” she smiles, and my heart thuds against my ribs. If we do this, we’re going to need to tell people we’re a couple. And I’m not sure the guys are ready to hear the truth.

  “I don’t know how to do this.”

  “Neither do I, but we can learn,” my little girl, now a woman tells me earnestly. “We can take it a day at a time.” She’s so positive. Convinced that what we’re doing is right, and as much as I berated myself in the beginning, I no longer want to live like that.

  “Then you’re coming to the club with me tomorrow,” I finally tell her, pulling her up, I tug her into my arms, holding onto her as if she were my lifeline, instead of the other way around.

  “Daddy,” she murmurs. “Can you make love to me now?”

  Chapter 7

  Rylee

  He looks at me as if I’m a painting. Something akin to an artwork he’s too scared to touch. Even though he’s just given me two amazing orgasms, I want more. I’m hungry and the only man who can feed my insatiable nature is Vincent Wilder, my Dad.

  His body is toned, the slight smattering of dark hair on his chest makes him more alluring. His tanned, smooth skin of his stomach is taut against tightly packed muscle. He's all man.

  Long dark hair hangs just under his shoulders, and the dark beard that adorns his rugged jaw gives him an edge that makes my body pulse with need.

  My gaze lands on his cock, thick, hard, and shimmering with arousal which makes me lick my lips.

  “Do you want to taste daddy’s cock, princess?” He questions in a low gravelly tone that has my head nodding quickly. “On your knees.”

  I move quickly, dropping to the carpet and reaching for the cock that I've only ever seen in a dimly lit bedroom while he stroked himself.

  The silky skin, the hardness of him makes me shiver with anticipation. My tongue darts out, lapping at the juices that collect on his tip.

  A low growl rumbles in his chest, and I take that as my cue to engulf him with my mouth. His thickness slides over my tongue, and when I feel him hit the back of my throat, I hum as pleasure rockets through me.

  Dad’s hands slip into my long hair, fisting the strands until I wince, but there's no pain, it's pure pleasure. My lips move up and down, sucking him deep into my throat which makes him growl in response.

  “You're too fucking good at this, princess,” he grunts, slipping from my mouth. He fists his cock, holding my head in place, he paints my lips with his precum and my saliva.

  “Fuck me, please?” I beg. I fucking plead. My body trembles with anticipation. Dad tugs me to my feet, guiding me to the mattress.

  When I'm lying back, I slowly spread my legs allowing him to settle between my thighs. His cock nudges my entrance, opening me as his hips move and roll.

  “Oh god, please,” I whimper, and he moves quickly, driving himself deep inside me. My back arches the moment he's fully seated. The thickness of him molding me to every hard ridge of him.

  “Fuck, princess, you're so right,” he coos in my ear. His hands fisting beside my head. We're two naked bodies, locked in pleasure. My pussy pulses when he growls in my ear as his lips feather along my neck.

  I can't find words as he moves inside me. Fucking me into the mattress. I take my nails along his back, and I'm sure I'm leaving marks, but I don't care. He's mine and I'm claiming him as much as he's claiming me.

  Daddy moves faster, thrusting like an animal inside me. I feel him deep, his cock getting thicker, opening me to his body.

  “You were made for me,” he tells me.

  “I am yours, always,” I whimper as my nails dig into his shoulders as he moves faster, fucking harder, deeper, making me pulse and tighten around him.

  Pleasure zips down my spine and I know I'm about to lose control. I'm about to orgasm all over his cock.

  “That's it, princess,” he urges. “Soak my dick, baby girl.” His words send me leaping over an edge I can never clamber back on. My toes curl and my hips rise up to meet his.

  My body sucks him in deeper, milking him, and he acquiesces. His hips rut a final time before I feel his release fill me deep.

  “I love you, Daddy.”

  “I love you too, princess.”

  Sleep is stolen from me when I hear a clank of glasses from somewhere in the house. When I open my eyes, I find myself alone in bed.

  Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I pad barefoot to the living room where I find Vincent seated at the dining room table nursing a whiskey.

  He doesn't look up when I near him, and when I slide my hands over his shoulders, he reaches for my hand holding onto it.

  “Is everything okay?” Planting a soft kiss on h
is scruffy cheek, I can’t help but smile at the feel of his beard on my lips. The tingles he afforded my body only hours ago shoots through me again, and I’m tempted to interrupt his thoughts with a blow job, but I’m not sure what’s going through his head.

  Does he regret what happened?

  Was I not good?

  Did he not enjoy it?

  “Get out of your head,” Dad tells me with a soft smile when he glances over his shoulder at me. “I know you, Ry, you’re going to overthink everything and it’s going to make you lose sight of us.” He’s right. I do have my moments where I worry about things that are good. Even though things are good now, I wonder to myself how long we can do this.

  “I just don’t want you to send me away again,” I tell him. “I mean… It’s a fear I have, and it’s been playing in my mind since you walked into the green house.”

  “I want you and only you,” he tells me earnestly, his voice gruff with emotion, and I know I’m being silly. But it’s that little girl inside me that tells me he can walk away at any point.

  He may decide this isn’t for him and leave. Dad rises, turns to me and pulls me into his hold. His arms are solidly wrapped around me as if I were his lifeline and he’s drowning.

  “Look at me,” he orders, and I lift my gaze to meet his. “I love you. I’m not leaving, you’re not leaving. If I have to lock you in a goddamned cellar, I will.”

  “I think that’s illegal,” I tease, cringing immediately when I realize what I just said. “I mean, you can’t lock me up, but you can keep me here forever.”

  “That’s the plan.” Vincent leans in, pressing his lips to mine, stealing my breath and stealing my moan when his hands find my ass and he lifts me against his toned torso.

  Without any more words, he walks me into the bedroom, lying me down on the bed and scooting in beside me. He grips me, spooning me on the soft mattress as he grinds himself against my ass.

  “Now, how many more times do I have to make you come to prove to you that we’re not going to be apart again?”

  “Uhmm…” I roll my eyes, pursing my lips to the side to stop myself from giggling. “Let’s just start and I can let you know when I’ve had enough.”

  His scruff tickles my neck and cheek when he whispers, “Once I start, I’m not going to stop.”

  His free hand slides its way down to my core, his fingers find my pussy as he dips two fingers into me, finding me wet and slick for him.

  “If you’re always ready for me, I doubt I’ll ever leave this bed,” he teases as he nibbles on my shoulder making every nerve in my body come alive. Butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach as he pleasures me causing my toes to curl.

  “Please,” I beg. I think he likes when I beg, because his cock throbs against me at the soft plea that falls from my lips.

  “Come for Daddy,” he tells me. “Come all over my fingers, princess. Then I want you coming on my cock.” His words send me soaring into a blissful abyss that has my body shaking as I cry out his name. “Fuck, you’re absolutely perfect,” he coos in my ear as he slips his cock between my thighs.

  His thickness spreading me open, molding me to him, and I know he’s the only man I would ever want inside me. As wrong as it is, having him fuck me like this, claiming me, is nothing short of my perfect fantasy.

  His hips move faster, slamming into me. Deeper, faster, and harder. My fingers curl in the sheets, fisting the material, tugging and pulling at it as moans of pure pleasure zip down my spine. From head to toe I’m nothing more than a puppet, and he’s the master of my pleasure pulling all the strings.

  “Come for daddy, princess, come on my dick and coat me in those deliciously, sweet juices.” He’s in charge and my body obeys. My orgasm rocks me to the core, taking me deep into the darkness and back into the light when I feel him join me as he fills me with his seed.

  Chapter 8

  Vincent

  The scent of bacon and eggs wakes me from a deep sleep. It’s been years since I didn’t wake up at three in the morning with a pounding headache and a dry mouth from finishing off a bottle of Jack or Jim before falling into bed.

  I spent years berating myself for something that was out of my control. Another scent hits my senses—coffee—and I’m on my feet, heading to the kitchen. The sight I find knocks me breathless.

  Rylee is wearing a long black tee of mine which hits her just beneath firm, round ass cheeks. Her long legs are bare, and her blonde waves are pinned on top of her head in a messy style.

  Strands of gold frame her delicate neck, and my cock awakens with a throb, and I have to swallow down the desire swirling through me. She’s breathtakingly beautiful.

  “Are you going to stand there gawking at me all morning, Vincent Wilder?” She smiles as she spins on the ball of her foot to pin me with a stare. Her small frame is engulfed in the material, and all I want to do is tear the item from her body and devour what’s underneath.

  “Perhaps,” I tell her, leaning on the doorjamb, crossing my arms in front of my chest. My gaze regards her with love and affection, and a dark lust that’s always been present each time I’ve been around her.

  “You’re a caveman,” she tells me, her hungry gaze taking me in from head to toe. I’m only wearing a pair of dark boxer shorts and I know she can see the bulge that’s dying to be inside her.

  “Only for you, princess,” I tell her honestly. It’s true. She’s everything to me, and having her back here, having her in my bed, is like a dream. One that I never want to wake up from.

  I may do some crazy, dangerous shit for the club, but with her, I feel like a damn teenager in love. Everything about us, about how I feel about her is pure, real. I did love her mother, with every fiber of my being, and perhaps I still do. But with Rylee, she’s more than just a beautiful blonde who I want riding my cock until I die, she’s my partner, my equal.

  “People may say this is wrong, fuckin’ society says it’s wrong,” I tell her, nearing her as I speak. “But this thing between us, it feels more than right.”

  “It does,” she agrees. But her tone doesn’t match her smile. Something else is bothering my princess. She does love me, the way I love her, and I need to make her see she’s mine forever.

  Cupping her face in my hands, I hold her steady, wanting to look into her eyes when I tell her this. “You’re never leaving my side, ever again.” The love in her gaze is nothing short of amazing. I’ve never once known something so basal, so animalistic. She brings out the animal that hides deep inside me, the need to protect what’s mine rears its head.

  “Then take me to meet the guys, at the club. I need to see where the other half of your life is.” I never wanted her there, it’s not a place for someone so innocent, so pure. But I realize that if this is going to work, I’m going to have to be honest with her, and myself. And the men who trust me. “Please, Dad?”

  “You know I can never say no to you,” I nod, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “And it’s time you start calling me Vincent,” I tell her with a smile.

  “Vincent,” she utters my name, the sound foreign, but it does things to me, and I can’t help but steal her mouth once more. I close my eyes and feel the warmth of her seeping into me, into the depths of my chest where my heart was once cold and rigid.

  As her tongue sweeps along mine, I find my forever.

  I find the one thing I’d been searching for in other women.

  “I’m taking you back to bed,” I grin, lifting her by her ass, and carrying her down the hallway to my bedroom where our messed-up sheets are waiting.

  There are five bikes parked outside when I pull up into my spot. Killing the engine, I wait for Ry to swing her leg over, and I follow suit. Once I’ve pulled off my helmet, I place both hers and mine on the seat and lace my fingers through hers.

  Stepping through the door of the clubhouse, which is just a double story building, the bar on the lower level with the meeting room at the rear, and on the second floor are seven bedrooms, and two ba
throoms. The place could be someone’s home, and it pretty much is.

  Most of the members live upstairs, those who are single in any case. The place is brimming and it’s only eight in the morning.

  “Hey! It’s Wilder.” One of the members and our road captain, Jonny, grips my shoulder, pulling me in for a one armed hug. He’s tall, freakishly so, and he’s the man who leads us when we’re on the road. As Captain, he always takes the front. For a long time he spent his days and nights in rehab. Coming from a broken home which he hates to talk about, he got addicted to the bad shit.

  “What’s up, man?”

  “Nothing, the guys are out,” he tells me. When his gaze lands on the beauty behind me, he offers a wink. “And who’s this pretty lady?”

  “This is Rylee,” I tell him, not wanting to tell him her last name, I step aside as he pulls her into a hug and presses a chaste kiss on the top of her head. She’s tiny compared to the giant, and I can’t help but chuckle when her wide eyes meet mine.

  Once she’s released from his hold, she gifts him a friendly smile.

  “Is Jackal here?” I ask, looking at Jonny, or as we like to call him, Scar.

  He nods, “He’s in the back.”

  I lock my fingers with Rylee’s and tug her along with me as I make my way toward Jackal’s office. “Thanks, man, I’ll see you later.”

  We walk silently to the dark oak door that beckons, and I knock twice, and wait. My heart is thudding wildly in my chest, beating a drum against my ribs. I wish this wasn’t seen as wrong in the eyes of society. Why do others decide what is right or wrong for you? Society has gotten a God complex. If we’re both consenting adults, then I don’t see how it can be wrong.

  The door flies open, and we’re met with the older man. Jackal is in his fifties now, graying with pride as his beard and full head of hair is silver. Most of the club whores call him the Silver Jackal, their explanation was that this man is definitely a fox.