by Alexis Angel
“Please, tell me you don’t have anything to do with this,” Magnus says with a defeated tone of voice, waving at the crumpled newspaper sitting on his desk. I open my mouth to respond, but he just waves me down and stands up. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that. I know you had nothing to do with it,” he continues, and I feel as if someone lifted a few hundreds tons off my shoulders.
“I had nothing to do with it… I swear,” I tell him all the same, hoping that my words help ease his troubled mind. I can’t even begin to imagine how he must feel right now, the future of his company hanging in the balance. And all because of me, just like an idiot I played my mother’s game, carefully setting up Magnus for a fall. In the end, my mother and Laurel really got what they were after.
Magnus walks around his desk and I walk toward him, closing the distance between the two of us. I wrap my arms around his torso and lay my head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat in silence.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, running his fingers through my hair. I just nod wordlessly, and then he holds me tight in his arms. I feel like crying now, a sob threatening to overtake me, but I just choke it out of me.
I never thought my mother would do something like this to me, but lo and behold, she did. She dragged my name through the mud, and only so that she could get her petty revenge on Magnus. Seriously, what kind of mother would do something like this to her own daughter? She chose to side with a woman like Laurel Trask, and all for what? A pat on the back from the mayor?
“And you, Magnus? What’s going to happen with the Equinox deal now?” I ask him, taking a step back and looking into his eyes.
“I don’t know, Penny. I really don’t have a clue,” he sighs, his lips a thin line of worry. “But at least you’re here,” he continues, forcing himself to smile. “At least you’re here.” He leans in, gently brushing his lips against my own, and then holds me tight. “I love you, Penny.”
His words are just a whisper, but it feels like someone punched me straight in the nose. I love you, Penny, his words echo inside my head, and I feel my heart racing faster than it ever did. I almost reach for my belly unconsciously, a sudden urge to lay my hand on top of the life growing within it, but I restrain myself. This is not the time for such a heavy revelation.
“I love you too,” I find myself saying though, the words coming out from between my lips before I can stop them. And I wouldn’t stop them even if I wanted to. A war has started, and if there was ever a time to tell him how I feel, it’s now.
“But maybe it isn’t enough, Penny. Maybe love isn’t enough,” Magnus whispers, sadness dripping out of his words. I stare into his eyes in silence, just hearing the rain bat against the floor-to-ceiling windows. “I’m your stepfather… You’re my stepdaughter. What are we even doing, Penny? Forget about my company. This is about you. You have nothing to gain from a man like me.”
“I have everything to gain,” I tell him, hushing him by placing my index finger over his lips. “I love you, Magnus, and I don’t care about the rest. I don’t care that you’re my stepfather, and I don’t care if the whole world hates us both. I can survive all that… as long as you’re with me.”
“I’ll always be with you. If you’ll have me, Penny, I’ll never leave. Never,” he tells me, and I believe each and every one of his words. Unlike my own mother, Magnus is a man who lives and dies by his words. And, God forgive me, I’ve really fallen in love with him. And if I can’t trust the man I love, I can’t trust anyone.
“I love you, Magnus,” I repeat, smiling at him and, just for a moment, forgetting about the storm raging around us both. My mother and Laurel Trask are just a whisper in the wind, political intrigue just a faint backdrop; right now, the only thing that’s real is the man in front of me.
“I love you too, Penny,” he tells me, and my fate is sealed just like that. Three words—I love you—and both our fates become intertwined for all existence.
Whatever comes, we’ll face it together.
As friends and lovers.
As a family.
Penny
Magnus loves me. I love him. The only thing more perfect than that is how we’re losing each other in this kiss. I whimper when his lips are away from mine for a second. It damages my soul to not have him pressed against me. I back him against the wall, press my lips to his, stroke my hands up and down his body. Cup his face. Bring my hands back down and place them over his crotch.
Magnus’s hands never leave my hair, tangled up in holding me tight to him. There’s an aching urgency between us that seems to be an invisible thread holding us together. One we can't allow to break.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pulls the straps of my dress down, and the fabric droops over my breasts. I feel my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra, aching for release; reading my mind, Magnus allows his fingers to slide to my back and, with a simple flick, he unclasps my bra.
I tremble slightly as he yanks it off of my body, the cool air of the room lapping at my hard nipples; then I just sway my hips from side to side, forcing my dress to float down my body and fall around my ankles. I step out of it slowly, my eyes never leaving Magnus’, and then I reach for him with a purr.
My fingers work fast, undoing the knot on his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. I flatten the open palm of my hands against the hard outline of his pectorals, my fingers trailing down to feel the grooves between his rock hard abs, and I feel my pussy turning into a wet mess. My thong is sticking to my skin uncomfortably, and I ache to be completely naked and at his mercy.
He feels the same.
Pushing me back against the wall, he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and yanks; there’s a ripping sound and then the thong just slides off my body, my insides clenching as it happens.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, his eyes roaming over my naked body. I grin at him and, biting on my lower lip, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it. I feel his cock straining against his pants, and I can’t wait to set it free. I pull his zipper down with trembling fingers, his cock tenting up his boxer briefs, and then I just move as fast as I can; I hook my fingers on his boxers and tug, sending his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
His cock springs free at once, pulsing with the kind of raw intensity Magnus always has, and there are a few drops of pre-cum glistening on its tip.
“You’re mine,” he whispers as he kicks off his shoes and then steps out of his pants and boxers. Moving so fast he becomes a blur, he presses his naked body against mine and kisses me.
His mouth on mine is more home than anything I've ever known. The taste of his breath, the hum of his moans into my mouth. Him still cradling my head as I'm climbing him against this wall, climbing him like I'm a spider with eight legs instead of just my two hands, my two legs...there's an urgency that we have every time we touch, and if I'm being honest I don't think that urgency is ever going to die.
The hands gripping my hair trail down my spine and grasp my ass with both hands, lifting me up so that my pussy is lined up with his cock. Magnus is harder than perhaps I've ever felt him. That's really saying something with the massive cock he has! I'm grinding my pussy against it, running it up and down my folds, and I'm getting just damned hungry for it. That's the only way to describe it. We're in love and I'm in love with that massive cock. I know exactly what it is going to feel like when I glide down on its full length.
I line my entrance up to his cock now, shivering with my need. Magnus is holding me but doesn't impale me with the same force that he normally would. In fact, he's still letting me be in charge...and I'm happy to be able to ride him as long as I can on that massive cock. His hands are gripping me so tight, but I'm in the driver's seat.
Pulling back from our kiss, my lips bruised from how hard we were kissing, I take in the gorgeous sight of his face. His eyes are so full of emotion that something breaks in my chest, something tense that I didn't know was there. I've never been so happy in
my life as I am to see him look at me with love. Adoration, and love. I feel the same. I'm probably going to drool if I look at his perfect face any longer. I mean, I've never seen anyone as painfully handsome as him. The kind of pain that makes your pussy throb...yeah, I slide down on his cock, biting on my lower lip but keeping my eyes locked with his. I can't help but suck in a breath when the enormous head is inside my pussy. Magnus feels so good inside me. I let myself breathe, I take in the sight of his eyes narrowing because he's regarding me with lust, eyes hooded subconsciously and a fire flickering through them the dark orbs of his gaze. Looking at his face could be enough to make me cum. I can't help but shiver just watching him, watching me. I feel my pussy stretching, filling up with him. Slowly, teasingly slow, I lower my body onto his cock.
I see the power struggle in his eyes. Magnus has slammed so deep into me so many times and I know muscle memory alone wants to take over. That dominant, possessive vein that courses the hot blood through his body.
But right now he's along for my ride.
Of course, going slow is a delicious agony for me too. I need to feel his cock so deep inside me I can't breathe. I'm inhaling and exhaling slowly as it is. I focus and take deep breaths because the sensation of his cock filling me up is so much more intense then. The erotic pressure building in my stomach burns hot in my blood, my nerve endings tingling through my body. My legs shake—and he's not even all the way in me yet. I need him so damn bad, but I'm going so slow. I feel my pussy drip down his cock beneath me where I haven't fully swallowed him up yet.
Magnus moans, a needy sound. His fingers grip my ass harder but he uses what I imagine is all the willpower he can muster to not slam me all the way down on his cock. "Are you trying to kill me?" he asks in a breathier voice than he normally has, the tone huskier than normal, too.
"I'm stopping time so you're inside me forever," I say before I think about my words. That's the truth though. I'm taking a snapshot in time of him telling me he loves me, me telling him the same, and then consummating our love in a way that's so different from all the other times we fucked.
Yeah, I'm that girl right now. I'm so fine with being that girl right now. I'm the girl that's making love, fucking sweet and sassy and all that jazz instead of just fucking like the filthy animals we are.
Don't get me wrong, I fully intend to bring the filth.
But right now I'm savoring every sweet second. I sway my head to the side to kiss his neck. Lick his collarbone just as I'm slowly taking those last delicious inches of him. His cock jerks inside me, a sharp reaction to the need I've created in him. My body is filling up with him and there are practically stars behind my eyes, tasting him and taking him like this.
I roll my hips in an exaggerated, intense motion. The angle of his cock in my pussy is breathtakingly good, hitting me in all the right places. My inner walls are grasping him for dear life. I need to be able to hold him tight like this, all over. My lips press a kiss into his skin. I want to kiss him every day for the rest of my life. I crave the feel of his huge cock in me. The warmth of his skin around mine. The sound of his breathing, the feel of his heart. I lay my head against his chest and I sigh with the kind of contentedness that only love brings. I'm in absolute bliss right now. I keep rolling my hips.
Magnus's fingers press into me and bless him he doesn't take over. He lets me ride him and holds me tight to him all at once. He kisses the top of my head where I'm snuggled against him. I feel so safe in his arms. My body is supercharged with lust and it's burning slowly and deliciously through us both, leaving us in calm cinders and ash as the angles and continuing thrusts bring us both closer to cumming.
Like, we're fucking slowly, but you have to know that I'm still working that cock with everything I have. You know when you're fucking your man, you're owning that dick and making it yours? That's what I'm talking about, wrapping my pussy around him and making us both want to cry because it feels fucking good. The orgasm that builds with that is like lapping waves coming in with the tide. Each lap of the waves against our skin, the pleasure ever building, gets a fraction more intense until everything collides and crashes with us both.
My nipples pressing against his chest are becoming too much. Every time I roll my hips and close down on his cock more, my lips start to quiver a little bit more. I lift up my head and my eyes blaze at his, I feel the fire radiating from me. "Fuck me, hard," I say in a voice so quiet that it's almost a whisper. It isn't a request; it isn't a demand; it's a promise that when he fucks me hard like he does so damn well, I'm going to cum so hard it's going to shatter me. My eyes say it, my breathing says it, quickening with us.
Magnus carries me off to the table, thankfully cleared, and he lays me down on it, pulling my legs up and apart. He spreads me wide and now it's his turn to roll his hips. His delicious strokes drive his cock so deep inside me I cry out in ecstasy. Every single thrust is more intense than the last. Faster, harder, deeper. I think the top of my head may fly off. I feel how wet my pussy is, dripping with desire for his every move. My eyes trail down to watch the cock sliding in and out of me. Goddamn, it still makes my breath catch to see just how large it is, and it's inside me! That’s the kind of shock I’ll happily welcome every damn day because oh my God does it feel eye rolling, panty dropping, and makes me shake like this is an exorcism.
The thing about fucking on a table is that there’s nothing to hold onto at times like right now when an orgasm kind of sneaks up on you. I reach out and grip the edges of the table, the pleasure almost too much to bear because I’m shaking thunderously. Tremors of pleasure overtake me and my eyes roll back in their orbits. A low, throaty moan extends for a few seconds before a full blown scream tears from my lips. It feels like a waterfall, or a damn fire hose in my pussy, the pressure of my orgasm pushing on his cock.
Magnus is slamming damn hard into me, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and letting me know that cock is not getting shoved out just yet. He jackhammers in harder, swirling his tongue around my nipple. My back arches up higher while I grip the table for dear life and that just brings my breast more into his mouth. That makes me tremble more, until I’m practically convulsing on this table, my gorgeous former stepfather spearing me between my wide open thighs. I hear a smug laugh on my breast, my nipple tickling with a small hum of sound on my skin. Of course he’s taking great satisfaction in me falling apart like this. I mean, I rode him as long as I could, but I need what he has to offer. Hard, relentless fucking that shows me just how much he wants me. Hint, a whole hell of a lot. He’s still pumping into me just as hard and I feel his cock turning to steel encased in velvet, claiming every inch of me and ready to burst. It's his turn to be the fire hose because he’s about to blow a bucket load of cum.
“Are you gonna fill up my mouth or my pussy, Daddy?” I ask in my most innocent voice. I feel his cock twitch inside me. We’re filthy as hell, what can I say?
“First the pussy, and then you can lick up all the cum from my next orgasm,” Magnus says with a voice just totally made for sin. It sears my pussy almost as much as his cock does, making my clit flutter at just the idea.
“Then you’ll give me another kiss to taste how good we are together?” It's so wicked, but that’s what makes it so hot. We can share everything. Maybe the world isn’t so cool with the idea of us fucking, but we are so far past that. Besides, he may not know it…but his baby is already growing inside of me. If that doesn’t demand the sort of commitment that cum swapping does, I don’t know what does.
“Of course, Penny. I love tasting us in that perfect mouth of yours,” Magnus groans. “But now I’m gonna fill up that pussy first. I want to see our cum leak down your thighs,” he says with a low moan building in his throat. I feel him fire off the first huge rope of cum in my pussy, so hot inside me, and my own orgasm fires off with his.
He’s serious about the cum leaking from my defiled pussy. And right on the table. I may have to lick that up later, just to see the look on his face when
I do it. Well, not just that. I'm so deeply satisfied to have a man who can make me come undone around his cock, taste our cum together, and who challenges me to cum harder than I've ever cum before each time he even breathes around my pussy. Seriously, there should be a warning on this man; the way that he fucks me is damn near hazardous to my health! My heart is pounding so hard in my chest I think I might actually be able to hear it. My orgasm gushes my own cream down my thighs, I see it dripping down Magnus’s balls as he keeps slamming into me. We make quite a mess together, and I love every second of it.
Magnus slams so hard into me that I could forget my name. His cock is erupting hot cum deep in my pussy still and I’m shivering all around him. The wet sound of him slamming into me is so erotic that I lick my lips just hearing it.
“Oh God!” I cry out with his next thrust. “Your cock fills me up so good, Daddy.” I’m whimpering now, he’s slamming into me so hard. I crave every second of the hard way he fucks. Magnus only fucks harder while he cums. His cock rockets inside me and stays hard as titanium and he keeps going. Boys my age are just that — boys — compared to how my step Daddy fucks. His cock is basically magic. Cinderella can keep the slippers because I’m a lot happier with Magnus’s cock and how it fits so perfectly inside me. I mean, I like shoes as much as the next girl, but a magic cock is so much more charming and princely.
Magnus pulls his cock out. I’m not licking it yet so I look at him with a raised eyebrow. Raised in curiosity because I’m not about to question the man with a foot-long fuck pole pointed at me.
Especially since I see that it's still shooting out cum and he’s getting me right on the tits. Thick ropes of cum land right on my chest, dripping down in straight lines toward the wet spot between my thighs. I stick my tongue out in request.
