I felt my pussy go damp when he called me beautiful. Did he really think so? Outwardly, I shook my head. Even though Dad sounded sincere, what did he know about my “Truth”? “Just ride back to Mom,” I said to him. “I’ll be okay.”
He nodded. “Oh, I’m sure of that. Got no doubt you’ll be okay.” He reached out, and before I could so much as register that he had his big, warm hand was holding mine, as gently as a boy holds a grasshopper he doesn’t want to crush. “Thing is, I want you to be okay with me.”
I laughed nervously. “Yeah, I’m sure Mom would totally be cool with that…”
“I was thinking we wouldn’t be asking her for permission…” he said, staring straight at my breasts. The night air had made my nipples hard, and they ached with longing when he licked his lips. “And if you’re out here on your own, dragging a suitcase along the side of a moonlit road, you’re almost ready for me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He let go of my hand and used it to pat the seat behind him. “Hop on, if you want. I’ll show you what you’ve been missing out on by keeping those long legs crossed for so long.”
Somehow I tore my eyes from his gorgeous face to stare at the seat behind his butt. Dad was wearing jeans under riding leathers, and I could picture myself behind him with no effort, my ass on that seat, my legs on either side of his, my inner thighs pressed to his…
I shook my head, this time trying my best to clear my thoughts. “You don’t want me on that bike any more than Michael wants me in his life. You’d be better off if you forgot about me just like he did. I mean, Mom-”
Jace held up his hand, an unspoken command that I couldn’t help but instantly obey. My mouth clamped shut, and I shut up. “Excuse me for saying, daughter of mine, but you don’t know the slightest bit of what you’re talking about. I’ve had my eye on you since before the wedding, so if we can ditch the bullshit and get to you telling me whether or not you’re going to let me fuck you or not, I’d appreciate it.”
“But Mom…”
“She’ll never know,” Jace said. “All that matters is that you’ve got what I need Rachel. There’s no point in saying any different. Hips I can hold on to, tits heavy enough to matter, when they press against my face or I grab them. Strong legs you can use to push back at me, and a body solid enough that I can really get into it without worrying if I’m going to split you down the middle or fuck you off the bed. If you and I don’t happen, maybe that’s what’s meant to be, but don’t you dare say it’s because of your Mother. I got no time for excuses like that. My cock can show you things you need to know.”
His description of what he’d do to me, of how he’d use my big breasts and hold my hips had got me flustered. I felt like I glowed, out there in the moonlight, what with the blush creeping down my face to the tops of my breasts. I realized that I’d stormed out of the hotel room in nothing more than a sun dress, and the night air crept underneath and tried desperately to cool my hot thighs. My nipples were standing out like fat thumbtacks, and I saw him looking at them appreciably again.
“And as for the rest of that,” I said, waving his words and my own embarrassment away as best I could, even though as soon as I’d made the gesture I realized with a start that I’d stopped walking, somewhere back in the last thirty seconds. I couldn’t remember exactly when, but my feet were planted firmly on the road now. “Well, it’s just fantasy. People aren’t like that, um…”
“Call me Jace, if Dad’s too weird,” he said with a smile.
“Right. Thank you. Jace. People aren’t like that.”
He frowned. “Aren’t like what?”
I sighed. “All that stuff about fucking somebody off the bed, and grabbing at my breasts, and the rest. That isn’t how it happens, and you and I both know it.”
He looked at me intensely, practically using his eyes to bore down into my soul. I felt like an insect under a magnifying lens and shuffled my feet nervously. I don’t know why I didn’t go back to walking, since that was the most reasonable and obvious thing to do, but instead I stood there on the side of the highway and let my Dad hold me there with his eyes alone.
“My God,” he said eventually, his voice carrying a sad sort of weight that I could tell meant something to him. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You think I’m making up stories, telling you the shit you watch in those movies where everything turns out alright in the end, where the guy gets the girl and the girl gets the guy is crap, huh? You’ve never been fucked. You have no idea what it’s like, so don’t lecture me, little girl.”
I rolled my eyes at him, but I couldn’t bring myself to go so far as to tell him that he was right. “It’s still probably never like you described,” I said to Dad again.
That made him smile, a little, but the stern look in his eyes only took about a half step down. “Listen, Rachel. And look at me. Do you honestly think I’m going to fuck you the same way this Michael prick would have? Because if you do, we’ve got bigger problems than I know how to solve in one night.”
I stared at my Dad, trying to take him all in. Rough hands with a few scars crisscrossing his knuckles. A face he hadn’t shaved for days, and even then had done a quick job of it. When he moved the creak of leather was accompanied by a power and grace that a big guy like him shouldn’t have been able to possess, and when he spoke it was with a sincerity and a deep well of calmness that made me want to sit down at his feet and just, well, be a part of his life.
But I didn’t think that sex with him would be anything like it had been with Michael or my previous partners. Nowhere near it, and so I told him so. “No,” I admitted, “I don’t know how it’d be. But it can’t happen. Don’t you know how wrong that is?”
“Damn straight,” he said to me with a smile, patting that seat again. “But anyone who sees us won’t know you’re my daughter, now… So here’s the offer. Ride with me. Hop on and live my life for a night. I think you’ll like it, and it’ll be our little secret.”
I stared at him, some small part of me still thinking that this hunk of motorcycle God before me was playing games with me. Mom’s new hot husband couldn’t possibly want me, and even if he did, that didn’t make it right, did it?
And then my eyes went to my suitcase. In the light off his headlight, I could clearly see the brown leather, see the shiny little travel tag with my name and my address, just in case the damn thing got lost in transit. I could also see what a terrible job I’d done packing, as a pair of frilly panties and the edge of yet another sundress were sticking out the side, having been thoroughly dragged through a couple of miles of roadside.
“I can’t,” I said, the words sounding lame and meaningless even to my own ears. “I’ve got all of this crap in this stupid bag, and there’s no way it’ll fit on your bike.”
Dad nodded. “That’s why I’ve got the bike. Because there’s no room for baggage. Ride with me and leave that shit behind for a while.”
And just like that, it was decided. All of Michael’s bullshit fell away when I let go of the suitcase’s handle, and as that bag full of what was left of my young life tumbled free to the side of the road. I reached out, took Jace’s hand and let him help me on to the back of his bike. He steadied it with his legs as I climbed aboard, and when I spread my legs to sit astride it Dad pushed back into me a little, letting his broad back mash my breasts flat against him.
“Hold on tight,” he said, not treating me like a child, but being caring and careful nonetheless. “Grip with your thighs as well as your arms, and if you get tired reach around and hang on to my belt.”
I almost moaned as I scooted even closer against him, my parted legs pushing the flimsy sundress higher up my thighs and letting my panties come into contact with his leather-clad ass. I clung to him, and when Dad gunned the motorcycle’s big engine the vibration it sent through me lit me up like a country fair. I was glad I had the grip on him I did, because he peeled out and made a big U-turn, heading back north in a hot cloud
of gravel and burnt rubber.
“Where are we going?” I yelled into his ear, trying to make myself heard over the engine. Jace wasn’t wearing a helmet and he hadn’t offered me one, but the wind noise and the engine’s deep pussy-shaking grumble combined to make it so I couldn’t be sure if he hadn’t heard me or was simply ignoring the question. We flashed past all of the distance I’d walked in less than a minute, and what few landmarks I could make out in the moonlight zipped by effortlessly.
And then there it was, up ahead on the left. The Desert Gateway, the little motel I’d slammed the door on. I could still see the red Suzuki out front, which meant that Michael was probably in there still. I could imagine him, sipping drinks from the minibar, emailing Tracy, telling her that he and she were free of me.
Dad leaned into the turn as I realized he was pulling into the parking lot. I froze, and he must have felt the tension in my legs because he reached down one hand and patted my thigh possessively. His bare palm on my skin reminded me that I was not wearing a dress appropriate for motorcycle riding, as the hem of it had crept up to my stomach in the places where my body wasn’t actively pinning it to the seat.
“Please, no,” I said, and this time I knew he heard me because he gave my thigh a squeeze, shook his head and aimed his chin at the Suzuki. “This you?”
Jace pulled up beside it without waiting for an answer and cut the engine, kicking the kickstand into action with a grace that can only come from hours and hours of heading into diners and truck stops on the open road. “Hop off,” he said, and when I had he climbed off too, his eyes going appreciatively to my long, tan legs as I tried to sort out the dress. “Nice,” he said, with a sexy little wink that would have been incredibly charming if we weren’t outside my boyfriend’s motel room on the night I’d decided to leave him.
I looked around the parking lot. There weren’t many other cars there, and those that were didn’t look at all like something a couple traversing the South for the first time would be driving.
“Number eighteen?” Dad asked, making absolutely no effort to keep his voice down. The light from above our motel room shone squarely on his 1%er patch, and my heart raced as I realized what may be about to happen.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, trying to catch his hand in mine and pull him back to the bike. “It doesn’t matter. He’s not worth it Dad, he really isn’t.”
I guess my words were answer enough, because he shook me off of him as easily as a bull removes a fly and took two big steps in the direction of number eighteen. The third step was a kick, and the flat of his boot crashed flush with the door, slamming the wood open and sending the lock and splinters of painted wood flying.
I saw Michael. Everything went in slow motion for a moment, and I saw him on the bed before Dad’s body filled the doorway and blocked my vision. My boyfriend was naked. The motel phone was in his hand, and he had my bottle of hand lotion laying against him. He was masturbating, and Jace’s entrance had taken him so completely by surprise that he still had his dick in his hand, frozen mid-stroke.
“Stand up,” Dad said, and by now I’d gotten in close enough behind him to see past him again. Jace entered the room and pointed a big, beefy finger in my boyfriend’s frightened face. “Michael, so help me, if you don’t stand the fuck up I’ll smash your fucking face in right here. Do you want that? You want to go to the hospital with your slippery little dick in your hand?”
I could tell that Michael wanted to argue, but the color had left him. Caught as he was, all he could do was drop the phone receiver to the floor and scramble to his feet. “I didn’t…”
“Shut up,” Dad said.
“I won’t…”
As Michael went by Jace, clearly not liking being trapped between my Dad, the wall and the bed like this, Jace kicked him in the ass as hard as he could. The force of the blow sent Michael sprawling, and all I could focus on besides his howl of pain was the white hand print he left on the carpet when his hand lotion stained palm came down on it.
“Get out,” Dad told him. “Everything in this room belongs to Rachel. You touch any of it, and I’ll put my boot so far up your ass I’ll have teeth marks on the leather. You get me?”
“But…”
Dad put the flat of his boot on Michael’s ass and shoved, sending him skittering to the door. Once he’d gone by me, he tried to beg, to plead, but no sooner had he opened his mouth then I closed the door in his face. It was beyond lockable, but it still shut tightly and I didn’t think Michael had the guts to come back in and try and rejoin a fight he’d clearly lose.
Jace picked up the phone and hung it up, not even bothering to explain himself to Tracy, who was no doubt on the other end of the line listening in fear and shock. “You believe that guy, baby?” he asked, as if he and I had just come home and found someone in our favorite chair instead of kicking in Michael’s motel room door and finding him touching himself. “What a fucking asshole.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. The Universe had given me what I’d been asking for without even knowing it, and having Dad be the judge and jury of Michael’s disastrous behavior felt good. It was a relief to know that things were over, and the weight it took from my shoulders made me feel as free as I’d ever felt.
Jace grinned, then tore the blanket Michael had been sitting on aside, sending my hand lotion bouncing to the floor. “Now come here,” he said, pointing at the bed. “Get your sexy ass in this bed so I can show you what you’ve been missing all this time.”
I took one last look at the door, not to open it or to lock it, but to make sure that this was really happening. Sure enough, the deadbolt was gone, the frame was cracked and the ground was littered with splinters. I wasn’t dreaming this. I stepped forward, tugging my dress over my head before unzipping my boots and kicking them aside.
“Leave the panties on,” he told me, “I like them. But get rid of that fucking bra.”
I unclipped the bra and let the girls free, going so far as to give him a shake of the shoulders which made them bounce in what I hoped was a sexy manner. The way his eyes lit up and he licked his lips told me that I’d succeeded.
Dad removed his vest, folded it carefully, and set it on the bedside table. Then he unzipped his fly and dragged his big cock out. I heard my own breath hiss in my mouth. It was a thing of beauty, a magnificent rod that was as straight as the road he’d made his life and as ready as my wet pussy was for him. I got up on my hands and knees and practically engulfed it with my mouth, taking it from half-mast to full erect in three or four long sucks.
“Get it wet,” he told me. “I want to ram this thing in you fast, and I don’t want you to make me wait. You’ve had to wait too long already, baby.”
I moaned around him, enjoying the way that seemed to send a shiver up him. My pussy was soaking through my panties, so I knew that he shouldn’t have any troubles there. Finally he reached across my back and smacked my ass so hard I jumped forward into him, letting him a little deeper down my throat than I was ready, causing me to gag.
“Turn around,” Dad said.
I did, but when my hands went for my panties he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back with one big paw. “Nope. I told you I liked them, remember?” Instead, he hooked a finger in the crotch of the material and yanked it aside, holding the fabric out of the way and tugging it backwards at the same time, causing me to overbalance and pretty much fall backwards.
Onto his cock. Words cannot do justice to the feel of that red hot shaft filling my wet pussy for the first time. He thrust into me hard and fast, and the only thing that stopped me from falling off the bed was the fact that I sunk to the very root of his shaft in the first deep plunge. I screamed, what I assumed was an orgasm appearing out of nowhere and stampeding through me, running right over the initial sharp tug and pain as his cock burst through my hymen.
Dad let go of my hands and I gripped the sheets with white-knuckled fingers as he let me ride his dick through the first of what I
now knew would be many times that I’d cum on him. After all, if the first push of his cock into me could make me do that, when every girl I knew told me that it was pretty rare or a guy to be able to get you off, I had a feeling I was in for a long night.
Dad let go of my panties, and now I felt the added friction of his big cock as it worked the damp fabric in and out of me a little, the material dragging up and down his shaft with every long stroke he made into me, getting wetter and wetter.
“Hand on your clit,” he said, and when I hesitated he smacked my ass so hard that I could feel it make the muscles of my pussy jump and clamp onto his cock. “Do as you’re told. Get those fingers busy, Rachel. Cum for me or I’ll spank the shit out of you.”
I wanted to tell him that I couldn’t, that the orgasm he’d just given me had been almost unknown to me, that even with the toys Michael’d bought online my second orgasm needed at least a ten minute break after my first, but he slapped my ass again even harder. There was no point in arguing, and as my long fingers found my aching clit and another orgasm raced up through me at my touch, I realized there wasn’t any need to disagree.
Things were different now, and Dad’s cock banged into me hard and fast as I bucked beneath him, his weight forcing my body flat to the bed, his strength pushing my face to the mattress and muffling my screams, his driving hips pinning my busy hand against my throbbing clit.
“Cum,” I told him, once my voice was back in my own power. It was a ragged thing now, used up, hoarse and needful. “Cum in your daughter’s pussy. Show me how long you’ve wanted this.”
“Not yet,” Dad said, dragging me up off the bed by my hair and getting me back on my hands and knees. Once he had, he bounced me on his dick a little, a few short thrusts making me unprepared for the deep one he worked into me, always coming out of nowhere, always a surprise as it split my wet lips and made me moan into the night.
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