“That’s it,” Ryan moaned, watching as his thick cock slide in and out of her hot, wet cunt. He spread her ass cheeks, and pulled her closer to his body, as he pumped her pussy in smooth, steady strokes.
“Emma, play with your clit for me.”
Ryan kept throttling her pussy, as Emma slid her hand down to her clit.
Emma did as she was instructed, rubbing her hard, budding clit with the flat of her fingertips. She moaned with delight.
“I am going to come if you keep fucking me like this,” she whispered, rubbing wet circles over her clit.
Ryan pumped harder, knowing that she was about to come as well.
“You feel incredible...so tight, so hot,” Ryan panted, as he felt his balls tighten and his cock surge.
“I want you to come in my pussy,” Emma said in a voice barely above a whisper. She groaned loudly, throwing her head back as she brought herself closer to orgasm.
Ryan’s cock pounded into Emma’s pussy, and he knew he was seconds away from exploding. He increased the rhythm, sliding his entire cock into her soaking wet cunt.
“Don’t stop!,” Emma begged him again, bucking furiously against his cock.
Ryan couldn’t hold off any longer. Emma was pushing hard against his cock, and he couldn’t believe how much her cunt could take. She rubbed her pink slit furiously, and he felt her hot body quiver beneath him.
“I’m coming!” she screamed unable to control what was happening. Her breath was frantic and she pushed harder and harder against him.
Ryan bucked against her in deep strokes and his cum exploded into her pussy.
“Oh my god...” he groaned, filling his shaft emptying inside of her.
He drew back, clutching onto the side of the car as he felt the dizzy aftershock of his orgasm. Emma’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Her face was flushed in heat, and her skin soaked with sweat.
“Ryan?” she whispered, as she sat down on the sand, feeling her legs buckling beneath her.
Ryan gasped, his breath heavy. “Yes?”
“That felt so good,” Emma replied, a bright wide grin forming on her pretty face. Ryan nodded with a smile.
“I think you and I are going to get along just fine,” he said before gathering his jeans from the backseat. “Get dressed. We have to get home before everyone starts to wonder where we are.” Ryan held out his hands to help his stepdaughter get up on her feet.
Emma beamed, excited about the idea of what was to come. Her new stepfather wasn’t so bad after all, she thought, as she redressed and slid into the passenger seat.
“Wait,” Emma replied, clicking the door shut and pulling her seatbelt over her shoulder. “How did you find me at the beach?”
Ryan looked at Emma with a mischievous grin.
“Do you really think I’d leave the keys to my car hanging on the hook in the den if I didn’t want them to be found?
“You mean, you left them there on purpose knowing I’d take your car?” Emma asked, confused.
“Women are always so predictable”, Ryan replied, giving Emma a little wink.
“But how did you find me?” she asked.
“Don’t worry about that”, Ryan replied grinning. “But next time, just remember that if you take something from me, I take something from you.”
Emma giggled. So, her stepfather liked to play games, she thought. Let’s see what he does when I borrow his credit card.
Ryan pushed the gas pedal and the car raced over the bumpy landscape, leaping towards the highway as the golden sun beamed down upon them.
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"How long will Uncle Kevin be staying with us?" I closed my Calculus book and put it on the coffee table. It was impossible to concentrate on studying while Michael, my stepfather, was pacing near the front door.
"Couple weeks maybe. He has several appointments lined up with a realtor." Michael stopped pacing and watched a car slowly drive past the front of the house. It was an SUV filled with kids and one frazzled older woman—most definitely not Kevin. Resuming his pacing, he gave a little shrug. "Depends on if he finds anything he likes and how long it takes for him to close the deal, which usually isn't long for Kevin."
"I see." I leaned against the couch cushion and watched him. He wasn't upset or worried—just anxious for his brother to get here from the airport. And it wasn't so much that he was pacing, more like prowling. If there was ever any such thing as a friendly predator, daddy Mike was it. I knew he would pounce on Uncle Kevin the moment he arrived. They hadn't seen each other for over a year and I'd bet a shiny new convertible that there would be hugging—tons of it. They were both big huggers, not at all like my mother, Laura, who turned to stone if someone so much as thought about touching her. She had absolutely hated Uncle Kevin's visits.
There must have been something in my tone because he turned to look at me. A big grin broke across his face. "Don't worry, sweet girl, it'll be fun. He's not at all boring like your old dad."
Although he is—or, more accurately, was—my stepfather, Mike was referring to himself. Frank, my former "old dad," was completely out of the picture after Laura had taken off for Dubai with some oil field developer and broke the news by email to Frank and me that we weren't biologically related. She'd attached a scan of a receipt for my first semester at college to the email and coldly informed me that no more money would be forthcoming.
Two days later, a process server had visited Mike's architectural firm with divorce papers. Laura probably had her executive assistant send the email and arrange for the process server. It was her philosophy at work and home never to do anything she could delegate.
So now I was living with my new "old dad," who was anything but old or boring. And, in a few minutes, his brother would be here visiting for an undetermined amount of time while he searched for a home to buy. I wasn't happy about it. Not that there's anything wrong with Uncle Kevin. Heck, the brothers are identical twins! I can't help but look at Kevin and see Mike.
That's the problem—I love daddy Mike. Love, love, love him. Not like I did back when I was in high school, or even after Laura took off for Dubai but we both still thought she might come back to us. Love back then was hero worship for the guy who tutored me through trigonometry, taught me how to drive a car, shielded me from Laura's cool indifference and always greeted me with a warm smile and a sympathetic shoulder. Today's love was all that and a hard mix of lust. I didn't want to share him—certainly not with someone as close to him as his twin. I wanted time alone to make daddy Mike feel the same way about me as I did about him.
"See, what did I tell you—even his rental car isn't boring." Mike opened the door, revealing a gunmetal-gray Ford Mustang parked in the drive and Kevin rising up from the driver's seat.
Despite the decades that had passed since they were born, the two men remained completely identical—at least on the surface. Each was tall, over six feet, with dark brown hair, rich like a black roast coffee. Broad shoulders narrowed to a trim waist, with asses to die for and muscular legs. They'd been tennis players in college, had both received scholarships for playing and still played on a regular basis. Each had majored in the other's minor at school and they totally had that whole psychic twin t
hing going on as evidenced by the fact they were both wearing black dress slacks and dark pearl grey sweaters that day. They were even on the same schedule with their beards!
Heading out the door, daddy Mike called over his shoulder. "Come give Uncle Kevin a hug."
His face was all lit up, happier than I had seen him in months. Daddy Mike is sexy as sin when he is happy. Seeing him like that made my knees weak and my thighs shaky, turning me wet in an instant.
"Yes, daddy." I got up and followed after him, trying not to walk all wobbly or stare at his ass. Not staring at daddy Mike's ass is difficult on the best of days, and I was worried that it was only a matter of time before I was caught in the act now that there would be a second set of eyes in the house.
I just didn't think it would happen in the first twenty-four hours!
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Morning came too damn early. I didn't have to be to campus until noon, but I had an exam. I was pretty well prepared, but I set the alarm for six thirty so I could get a little extra studying in. I'd get a tuition break if I made the Dean's list and an even bigger break if I placed first in my Calculus class at the end of the semester. Daddy Mike had promised to pay for next semester and all the semesters after that, but I didn't want to be a burden to him. Plus, it made him proud when I did well, which made his face light up and, yeah, like I've said, anything that makes him happy makes me happy—and horny. When Calculus becomes sexy all of a sudden, why not get up and study a little more?
First I needed breakfast. I padded into the kitchen, wrapped in a lightweight silk robe and not expecting daddy to still be home. It was ground breaking this week on one of his project sites and that usually meant early mornings on location.
But there he was, bent at the waist, his head in the refrigerator and his body covered only by a pair of tennis shorts. The way he was leaning in, one hip a little further forward than the other, drew the shorts tight, making them hug both the curve of his ass and his package.
I don't have much to compare it to, having only been with one boy, but I'm pretty sure daddy's package is considered big—if not huge. It looked huge, but, outside of my imagination, I've only seen it with his clothes on and it being all soft. It wasn't one hundred percent soft right then. It was tenting his shorts a little bit. Seeing it like that, I got all wet, my thighs and ass tensing. I know my jaw dropped a little bit because I could feel my lips part. I had to clasp my hands together to keep from reaching out to touch it, to see how much harder it would get if I ran my fingers along its length.
Daddy backed away from the refrigerator holding the milk pitcher and a carton of eggs. He turned and his gaze caught mine. When he quirked an eyebrow instead of smiling, I realized my mistake immediately.
"Oh, I...uh...I thought you were daddy." I smiled nervously, a little distressed that it was Uncle Kevin who had just made my pussy so wet. "I guess he left already?"
He didn't say anything, just looked at me for a long, hard second before he put the milk pitcher and eggs down on the counter. Figuring he must be tired and cranky from the change in time zones, I shrugged it off and went to the corner cupboard next to him to pull down a cereal bowl.
"Do you always look at your daddy like that, Celeste?"
If the question alone hadn't been enough to make me drop the bowl, the tone of his voice would have done it. Low, sexy and knowing, it sent another contraction through my pussy.
He caught the bowl before it hit the ground. He rose slowly with it in his hand, his gaze inching up my body. As he placed the bowl on the counter, he moved in on me, backing me up against the cupboard.
"You have the most beautiful eyes when they're all big. Yellow-green like a kitten I once had." He looped a length of my pale blonde hair around his finger. "But you haven't answered my question, Celeste. Do you look at your daddy like you want to fuck him?"
Pulse pounding in my ears, I gulped in a lungful of air and tried to deny I'd been looking at him like that. Epic fail—all I could do was gulp in more air. Certain I was going to pass out, I grabbed on to the only thing I could. My nails dug into his arms as my legs started to abandon me.
He crested against me, dipping his hips for a second so they were even with mine and then pushing up, pinning me against the counter. He wasn't the least little bit soft anymore. His balls were in the small valley between my thighs and I could feel his hard cock running long and thick up past my navel.
"If you won't tell me, I'll just ask him. What's it going to be?"
I couldn't think. He looked and smelled like daddy. And that voice...daddy sounded like that sometimes. Never when he talked to me, but back before Laura had shut him out completely. That voice brought a flush to my skin, made my toes curl and my thighs start to slide together to control the sensation building in my pussy.
"Uncle Kevin—"
He shook his head, a dead sexy smile playing on his lips. "Call me daddy." He paused, leaned his face closer and stroked his deliciously rough cheek against mine. "And you're my sweet girl, right? That's what daddy calls you."
"Daddy..." I intended it as a question but it didn't at all come out like that. More like a hallelujah minus a few syllables or an amen.
Uncle Kevin ran his hands halfway up the side of my arms, his thumbs stretching out to caress the upward slope of my breasts and stop at the two hard points of my nipples beneath the robe. He rubbed at the fabric with the pads of his thumbs, making tight little circles that had me throwing my shoulders back and pushing my tits higher.
I might have moaned but I couldn't hear anything beyond my own pulse and his heated whisper. "Is that it, sweet girl—you want your daddy to fuck you?"
Oh, god, did I ever! My panties were soaking wet, the strong pulse of arousal in my pussy pushing out a steady stream of my cream. But I couldn't admit it.
When I didn't answer, his mouth brushed against mine. My lips parted involuntarily and his tongue darted out. He licked just inside the center of my top lip before he pulled me close to him for a hard kiss. His tongue pushed past my teeth to stroke the inside of my mouth while his hips rocked gently against mine. I could feel his hard cock sliding up and down my stomach and lower where it pressed against my labia, making them slide against my swollen clit.
I dissolved into him, my arms coming up to curl around his neck and stroke the back of his head while he lifted me onto the counter. When my bottom settled against the stone surface, I spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips. He kept rocking against me, the force of his seesawing thrusts centered on my clit, our flesh separated by a few thin layers of fabric.
I only had panties on beneath the robe, no pajama top or bra. It's how I went every morning after the divorce papers had been delivered. And I never kept the robe tied very tight. I kept hoping to look up from my coffee one morning and find daddy Mike focused on my innocently exposed breasts. I fantasized about him standing up to put his dishes in the sink and then turning around with his nice big cock at attention. I'd fingered myself madly just the night before thinking about it.
It didn't take Uncle Kevin long to realize I didn't have a top on. He had the robe pushed down my arms before he broke the kiss. When his hands, so strong and fine, touched the bare skin of my breasts, he groaned and dipped his head. Teasing one nipple with his fingers, he slowly sucked the other into his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut as he began to gently suckle at the nipple, drawing it taut before his warm mouth descended again and again.
I'd never seen daddy like this, didn't know the little nuances in expression when he was aroused, so there was no difference in my mind right then between Uncle Kevin and my daddy. It was daddy doing this to me, making me so unbelievably hot I was ready to explode. Looking at him tongue my nipple, feeling his warm mouth and hearing his masculine groans of approval, it was like someone had pushed their fist into my chest and was directly squeezing my heart. I'd been dreaming about this for months.
Giving a little cry at the sweet pain of it, I wrapped my arms arou
nd him. "Yes, daddy," I whispered, my voice as hungry and desperate as my cunt. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you so big and deep inside my pussy."
He broke from me. His breathing slowed. One hand gripped my shoulder and pushed me back a little. He didn't look at my face and I could tell he was a bit dazed by the way he was slowly blinking. A shuddering breath escaped him and then his free hand slipped between my thighs. His fingers parted my labia and pressed against that tensing, pulsing gate of muscle. I tried to stop myself but my hips lifted a fraction in offering. Slowly he pushed two fingers in.
"Oh, god." It was a hot little groan and I should have been ashamed of myself but I was too busy bringing my legs up so I could place my feet flat on the counter top. I arched my back, spread my thighs wide and pushed my stomach out, another groan escaping me.
The position of my body meant he couldn't keep his hand on my shoulder. He slid it right and wrapped it around my neck. Far from frightening me, I felt a fresh burst of cream as he gripped my throat. At my crotch, his fingers pushed deeper, exploring me gently at first and then more boldly.
Looking up to meet my gaze again, he gave me another soft, knowing smile. "Someone has been in here already, sweet girl."
That caused me to blush, I felt the heat rise up on my cheeks. "Just a boy at high school...at the end of the year...just once."
I didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to ever even think about it. I'd just been abandoned by my mother, even if she hadn't yet made it official, and Chris had been chasing me all year.
Inserting a third finger, he probed even deeper, rotating and sliding until his hands and hot gaze were the only thing I could focus on. His thumb started to rub at my clit, pushing it around and up and down. "Why just the once?"
I felt the instant sting of tears and blinked. "Laura's email..."
"The one dumping you?" His interrogation didn't interrupt his touching me. His three fingers were all the way in, flexing and twisting. His hand at my throat flexed, too, like he couldn't decide how much air he should let me have.
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