His Precious Secret

by Jenna Rose

  “No…”

  “Beautiful, I could slide my cock in you right now and make you a woman.”

  “No.” I shake my head. “You—you wouldn’t like it. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

  “Don’t be silly,” he coos. “I’d show you exactly what to do.”

  Tell him no.

  It doesn’t matter how undeniably sexy he is, or how badly my body is screaming for him. I have to ignore the buzzing, the heat, the wetness between my thighs and focus on the fact that this man is my stepdad.

  His lips…millimeters from mine. His scent, washing over me like a drug.

  Tell him no, Taylor. It’s the right thing to do.

  “Yes, Daddy. Yes, please.”

  3

  Rick

  This shouldn’t be happening. But as hard as I try, I’m powerless to stop it.

  After what Brandi did to me, I thought I’d closed myself off to women. I was going to live the bachelor life—never get burned again. But now, as I stare at my beautiful stepdaughter, I feel myself losing my grip on myself.

  Jesus, what am I fucking doing!?

  I never saw this coming – not from miles away. When I was goading Brandi about keeping her daughter around, I never expected a complete bombshell to pull up to my house. Now I’m already resigned to the fact that she’s mine and not going any-fucking-where.

  It’s a good thing I never met her until today. She would have been underage then, and that would have caused some serious issues.

  Her eyes are wide, accepting, almost submissive as she looks up at me. She is waiting for something—almost anything.

  My cock is throbbing beneath my pants. I’m head over heels for this girl. I have to claim her now, but how do I do that with her goddamn mom in the house?

  “Is that your bag?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she replies, drawing a stern glance from me. “I mean…yes, Daddy.”

  Good. She’s learning.

  I take the bag and hoist it over my shoulder, then pull her suitcase from the bag and lead her inside. The sound of the TV from the back reminds me of the fact that we’re not alone in the house. I desperately want to just bring her upstairs to my room, but she’s been gone for so long that I’m sure she’ll want to say hi to her mother.

  “She’s back there,” I tell her. “You guys can talk, and I’ll bring your things to your room.”

  “Okay, Daddy. Thank you.”

  I take a deep breath as she passes me, cementing her scent into my mind. My eyes lock on to her ass as she walks, entranced by the motion of her hips. Scientists say that they don’t know why men are into girls’ asses, but I couldn’t care less. I am, and I know that between those thighs of hers is a pristine, untouched, virgin, teenage pussy just waiting to be claimed by me.

  I almost take her things to my bedroom. Almost. I assume Brandi will spend the night on the couch tonight, but on the off chance that she decides to come upstairs and try to seduce me into taking back my decision, I go into the guest room and drop off Taylor’s things. When I turn around, I find her standing in the doorway.

  “She’s asleep,” she says.

  “Oh,” I reply. For the first time in a long time, I’m unsure of what to say. Normally, I know how to make a move on a woman. But this is different. It’s insane how easily and quickly I’ve fallen for her. I’d get down on my knees right now and worship her with my tongue, but there’s something holding me back.

  I know what it is too; that sharp reality that would turn most men away in an instant. But I’m not most men.

  “I have to shower,” I tell her. “Why don’t you come give Daddy a hand?”

  She blushes. I’m not sure if she can tell that I notice, but I do. I reach out and take her by the wrist and lead her up to my master bathroom. Without having to be asked, she walks to the shower and turns it on. The rainhead softly sprays water as I strip out of my clothes.

  My cock springs out of my boxers and stands out straight. There’s no use hiding it. We both know what’s going on here.

  “That’s right, beautiful. It’s all for you.”

  I hear a sharp intake of breath as I move in on her. Now I can see she’s not wearing a bra either; her nipples are hard, poking through the fabric of her shirt, which I quickly take by the hem and lift up over her head.

  Fuck.

  Her tits drop like two perfect scoops of ice cream, each with a single pink gumdrop on top. My lips are screaming for hers, but I hold out, denying myself, like edging for an hour before coming.

  As the sound of the shower fills the bathroom, I get down on my knees before her. With my teeth, I tug down the hem of her yoga pants to expose her pussy mound. She shaves, but hasn’t in a few days, and as a result, has a cute little patch of soft, short hair above her little pink slit.

  She tries to hide her moan with a hand but fails miserably, and I reach out and close the door to make sure we have our privacy. The last thing I need right now is Brandi ruining everything again.

  I keep going and don’t stop until her pants are at her ankles, at which point she daintily steps out of them. The view from below is spectacular, and I growl deep down in my stomach when I see the gleam of her arousal.

  “You see, beautiful,” I whisper, “even if you wanted to try and deny me, there’s no denying this.”

  I reach up with a knuckle and gently trace the sweet line of her slit, coating my skin with her wetness. Then I bring my finger to my lips and taste her.

  “Rick…you don’t have to—”

  “Don’t have to?” I reply. “What do you mean I don’t have to?”

  “I—I thought guys don’t like to do that…”

  “What?” I reply, getting to my feet. “Where did you hear that nonsense?”

  Taylor shakes her head as her blush increases. “Boys at school.”

  “Right,” I scoff. “Boys at school. Let me explain something to you, beautiful. You’re not with a boy right now. You’re with a man. And as a man, it’s my job to eat your pussy until you can’t stand anymore. Understand?”

  Taylor’s eyes sparkle, and she bites her lip. My cock jerks between my legs as she nods her head. “Y—yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  And then I kiss her.

  I can feel the inexperience in the way she moves her lips, but I don’t care. They’re mine now; that’s all that matters. If anything, it’s a reminder of the fact that no one else has had her.

  Only me.

  I could make out with her forever, but there’s something else I have to do. She gasps as I break our embrace and get back down on my knees before her. With one hand, I grab her ass and pull her to me. Then I place my tongue where it belongs.

  “Daddy!” she gasps as I part her lips, letting her sweetness coat my mouth. It’s all I can do to not dig my fingers into her perfect butt. She’s doing something to me—causing a primal reaction I’ve never felt before.

  Finding her clit is easy. The warm, eager nub throbs as I press my tongue against it. Taylor’s body quivers, and I smile as her tits shake, and she braces herself against the wall. Maybe I should take things slow, warm her up like you warm up a car before taking it onto the track. But I can’t help myself.

  I lick her faster, applying pressure, not going even remotely easy on her, and within seconds, her thighs are clamping down on either side of my head and she’s panting like a dog. A bitch. My bitch.

  “Da-da-da-daddy…” she moans, her gasps interrupting her with each breath.

  That’s it. Come for Daddy.

  I wish I could reply, but my mouth is full, and my tongue is busy.

  When her climax hits her, my desire peaks at a whole new level. Watching her fresh, teenage body shake is a sight to behold. Her mouth hangs open like it’s begging for my cock, and her eyes roll back in her head as she grabs the towel rack to catch herself from falling.

  I grip her ass with both hands and hold her up as her orgasm rolls through her, keeping my tongue flattened on
her pleasure button so I don’t accidentally kill her with a pleasure overload. Only after the last shiver rolls through her do I stand.

  “I told you.” I grin. “Do you feel like a woman yet?”

  Taylor can barely breathe, let alone respond. “I…”

  “Don’t worry, beautiful,” I say as I press my cock between her thighs. “You’re about to.”

  4

  Taylor

  Wow. This is really happening.

  No. Scratch that. It’s already happened. I just let my stepdad go down on me; there’s no coming back from that.

  His wife—my mom—is downstairs sleeping, I just got home from school, and I’m up here giving myself to him after just having met him five minutes ago.

  Even if he wasn’t my stepdad, it would be almost impossible to believe what’s happening. Rick Clark, billionaire CEO and a nobody girl like me? My friends would never buy it. Maybe if I had it on video…

  Oooh, video! The thought sends a fresh jolt of excitement through me, similar to the one I got when I realized I had a daddy kink. I’m learning so much about myself today, and I have a feeling that Rick still has a whole lot more in store for me.

  “Come on,” he says, taking my hand and guiding me into the shower. “Wash your daddy.”

  I feel like the only woman in the world as I soap up a loofa and slowly move it across Rick’s godlike body. He looks like he was chiseled out of marble by a master Greek sculptor. Every vein, every line in his muscles causes a reaction in me. I blink a few times just to make sure I’m not wide-eyed like a deer.

  It’s not just his body that’s driving me crazy either. I heard the pain in his voice when he told me what my mom did to him. It’s rare for a man to be that open with his emotions, and telling me was a sign of immediate trust.

  I feel good about that. In fact, I don’t know what excites me more, the fact that a man like Rick desires me or the fact that he was willing to share something with me that hurt him. Either way, I’m past falling for him—I’m already on the ground.

  “So tell me,” he says softly, tracing the lines of my collar bone. “Why isn’t a beautiful girl doing what all the other girls do these days to make money?”

  “What do all the other girls do, Daddy?”

  “Oh, you know. Post sexy pictures of themselves online. Instagram. Snapchat. Or just do straight-up porn on Onlyfans.”

  His question shocks me. Does he really think I’m that kind of girl? I stop what I’m doing and look up at him, but his eyes betray nothing. I can’t read him, and for a moment, that scares me.

  “I would never be able to do something like that.” Rick raises one eyebrow to remind me. “I would never be able to do something like that, Daddy.”

  “No?” he asks. “And why’s that?”

  “I…I just couldn’t,” I reply. “I’m too shy for that. Besides, I don’t have the body for it.”

  “Don’t have the body for it!?” he almost roars. “Yeah, you really have been spending too much time around boys. You’ve got a hot rod body, beautiful. A body only a man should be handling. And I don’t know how to tell you how turned on I am that you’re not just another teenage thot. You’re a classic beauty.”

  I’ve been blushing since we met, but my blush deepens as I look into his eyes and let his words of praise sweep over me. He’s right. I’ve never had this kind of attention from a guy before.

  How could my mom have done something so wrong to a man like Rick? My heart hurts just knowing her betrayal. I want to do anything I can to ease the pain he must be feeling and show him that not all women are like her. Some of us are capable of commitment.

  He presents his hands to me. I see the dirt and the grime on his fingers and immediately understand; he wants me to clean them before he uses them on me. I do, and a sense of unbearable anticipation clutches my chest. What’s he going to do? I have such little experience that the best I can do is imagine it. But as I finish cleaning his right hand, he does something I could never have predicted.

  He reaches around behind me, cups my ass, and with two fingers, spreads me open. The pressure causes my back to arch. I almost fall, but he catches me as I let out a long deep moan into his muscled chest, feeling the brush of hair against my cheek. The strength in his grip has me melting. And when he slides a finger inside, I whimper.

  “Fucking hell,” he growls, going one-knuckle deep. “I knew you’d be tight, beautiful, but I didn’t expect this. It’s like a vise on my finger. I’m going to have to stretch you just to fit my cock inside.”

  His tongue travels hungrily down the side of my neck as he goes deeper. It’s my first time being penetrated, and I wouldn’t want it happening with anybody else.

  I moan as he slides another finger in, feeling the stretch. My eyes open, and I look down at his cock, thick and hard, standing out straight from his body, and know for a fact that he won’t be able to fit it inside me. But then again, what do I know? I’m just a virgin.

  He’s in total control. I couldn’t get away from him even if I wanted to, but at the same time, I somehow feel like he’s serving me. Worshipping me. Right now, it’s all about my pleasure. I feel like the center of the universe.

  “Please…please don’t stop, Daddy.”

  Not only does Rick not stop; he ratchets up what he’s doing.

  He slides his fingers deeper and starts to fuck me with them, reaching spots I didn’t even know existed. My body twists against him, writhing like a dancer as I get closer and closer to that blissful moment. But just as I feel myself losing total control, there’s a shocking loss as he withdraws his fingers.

  I gasp in disbelief, but there’s no time to think. The next thing I know, I’m on my back on a bench in the corner of the shower. I hadn’t even noticed it before.

  My stepdad spreads my legs wide open, exposing my sex. I feel a moment of timidity as his eyes focus on my most private of parts, but Rick’s eyes are hooded with lust, and my reticence is immediately washed away.

  “That’s a hot little pussy,” he growls as he joins me on the bench and positions his enormous cock at my entrance. “You may be a teenager, beautiful, but I’m going to make a woman out of you.”

  Slowly, he slides inside. I gasp, and my head tilts back as I feel the stretch. It’s nothing compared to his two fingers. I’m still doubting whether or not it will be able to fit as he continues pushing his hips forward, filling me to my breaking point.

  “Look at it,” he growls, grabbing me by the back of my head and forcing my eyes to the spectacle. “Watch that big cock go inside you, beautiful. Watch as I claim your cherry.”

  Oh my God. His dirty talk overwhelms me, increasing the fire inside me like gas thrown onto an open flame.

  I watch as his swollen crown vanishes inside me. He pushes deeper, and I feel a pressure—a resistance, and his face twists, almost like he’s in pain, but the growl that follows lets me know what he’s really feeling.

  “Christ, you really are a virgin.”

  I reach up and grip his bicep as he pushes, and when I feel my body give way to him, I grab him so hard that I’m sure I’m hurting him.

  “There it is, Taylor. You’re a woman now.”

  A woman. His woman.

  “I—I can’t believe you’re inside me,” I gasp as I watch the rest of his cock slide in. The stretch is unimaginable – a dull ache completely masked by a pleasure I have never known.

  “I don’t think I can take it slow with you, Taylor. You’re making an animal out of me. Feeling your cherry pop…I need to fuck you hard.”

  “Yes, Daddy!” I moan. “Take me however you want me.”

  Rough hands seize my hips, and I’m pulled forward. Somehow his cock goes even deeper, bottoming out inside me, and I let out a long moan that expels all breath from my lungs. Barely able to open my eyes, I look up to see his eyes on the action, blazing with intensity as he starts to fuck me.

  “I know most girls don’t lose their virginity to a nine-inch cock, ba
by girl,” he tells me, his voice strong and full of lust. “But you aren’t most girls. Are you, beautiful?”

  I don’t even know what to say. I always felt like most girls—maybe even less than most girls. When they were all out meeting guys and having fun, I was by myself with my face buried in a book or dutifully busy with schoolwork. But now—now I feel special. And it’s all because of him.

  “Daddy…”

  “I know the moment I saw you that I’d be powerless to resist,” he whispers as he presses his weight against me. He’s thick and strong, like his cock that he’s using to make a woman out of me. “I knew that barely-legal pussy would drive me wild, and I was right. I don’t even know how much longer I can hold out, baby. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard. You know that?”

  He’s not holding back. He’s flooding me with compliments, but they’re real. Honest. The truth, and that fills me with a sense of new reality as I feel womanhood rising within me to match his manhood. I’m soaking wet, and it has nothing to do with the shower.

  His jaw tightens, and I know he’s getting close. All that does is get me closer to the orgasm he teased me with moments ago. It’s still there, waiting, and I know it will only take one thing to send me over the edge.

  “I want you to come in me, Daddy…”

  “Oh, Taylor,” he purrs. “There was never any question about that. That’s the only place my seed is meant to go.”

  As I go off, all I can think of, is how completely wrong this is. But I don’t care. As his cock pumps inside me, filling me with a powerful warmth, my body twists and writhes on its own, knowing how right he is.

  I seize his powerful hips with both hands, pulling him as deep into me as he can go, and open my mouth against his chest. Wow, I want to bite him, but I simply let my test rest against his chest as we both convulse together while he fills me with his sweet, sticky load. He coats every inch of me, gripping me so hard at the end that I cry out in pain. Then he slumps down on top of me, his strong heartbeat thudding in rhythm against mine.