by Angel Honey
She walked over to him and straddled his legs, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “Maybe I need to be punished,” she said with a grin.
“I think you do,” Steven agreed. His cock pulsed, in complete agreement with him. He took her arms and forced her down so that she was laid out over his lap. “I’m going to spank your bare ass until it’s red.” He yanked down her panties, baring her ass. His first sight of it made his breath catch in his chest.
He raised one hand. “You shouldn’t be lusting after your step-father,” he said. His hand came down and made a pink mark on her skin. She moved restlessly against his legs, his hardness that was pressing into her stomach. “You sucked my cock,” he said, bringing his hand down again.
He’d never gotten off on spanking Jillian before, but something about Aria’s ass and the way she mewled each time he struck her made his arousal grow by leaps and bounds. “I need more, Daddy,” she said, squirming so that she pressed into his hardness. “Please.”
“I’m not done yet,” he said. His hand rose again. Struck her ass. “You should have gone to French. I don’t care if it’s at 8am.” Slap. “That was irresponsible.” Slap.
He rubbed her ass, massaging the abused flesh, and then ran his fingers down her ass crack to her pussy. She was soaking wet, glistening with her own moisture. He slid one finger into her greedy depths and she gasped.
“Taste this,” he said, bringing his finger to her lips. Her tongue swiped over his finger, and then she pulled it into his mouth, sucking hard. “You’re wet for your mother’s husband,” he said. “Your mother’s husband has been fucking his own hand in the shower for months thinking of punishing your sexy ass.” He returned to spanking her, raining down blows until her golden ass was pink and tight. Then he placed one soft kiss on either cheek and helped her stand.
“I feel weak, Daddy,” she said. Her eyes were pleasure-glazed. He lifted her slight weight into his arms and carried her down the hall to the bed he shared with Jillian. Laying her down so that Aria reclined against the pillows, he excused himself. He came back with a cool glass of orange juice.
“Drink this,” he said. The sight of her swallowing the liquid reminded him of her mouth on his cock, making him tighten.
“I love you,” she said. “Thank you for doing this for me.” Her hands rose to her bra and she undid it, baring her tits to him. “Will you kiss them?”
“Yes,” he said. He fell to his knees on the mattress and kissed each pink nipple, giving the second one a quick nibble that made her squeal and laugh.
One hand slipped down to her pussy, pushing against her swollen folds, learning her. Aria moved against his hand while his mouth paid homage to her tits, sucking and biting on the flawless skin. “I like that,” she said when he sucked a nipple into her mouth.
He made sure to continue, sucking hard when she moaned and grabbed his head, holding his mouth against her. The soft, slender fingers in his hair aroused him, made him push another finger into her pussy to give her back what she was giving to him.
With two fingers pushed into her depths, she pushed back against him, riding his fingers while he met her mouth in a forbidden kiss. Their tongues tangled together, teasing, creeping out for a taste, and then quickly retreating back into the owner’s mouth.
When she moaned against his mouth, he deepened the kiss. His thumb worked her clit, massaging the bud that brought her pleasure while he slanted his mouth over hers, tasting her sweetness. She was like honey and peppermint and sunshine—all fresh and clean against him.
Her body started shaking on his hand, so he pushed her back. She sat up on her elbows, looking at him down the line of her body.
“I’ve got to taste you,” he explained. He fell on her, licking up her swollen cleft before pushing his tongue inside her hole. She was sweet there, too, and moaned against him wildly as he took his time pleasing her. Her hands went to her own tits, teasing the buds while he pulled his tongue from her body, licked her again and then sucked on her clit.
She came, bursting against his tongue and covering his face in her juices. He eagerly lapped at her wet flesh, encouraging her orgasm to continue. Aria reached down and held his hair tight. “Daddy,” she moaned.
When her arched back had returned to the mattress, he drove up. Pushing her legs back to make room between them, he fisted his swollen cock, soaked it with her juices and drove it into her. He felt the fragile barrier break, making way for him to fuck her.
“Oh,” she said, her eyes widening.
“It’ll be okay in a minute,” he said. Please, let it be a fast minute. He stayed deep inside her, not moving. He kissed her, slowly, waiting until she was straining against his lips. His hand continued playing with her clit, trying to remind her of the pleasure she had found.
When Aria moved her hips under him, Steven knew she was alright. He pulled back, and then drove forward. Her lips parted in wonder, her eyes growing big as she looked up at him. “I love you,” he said, pushing back into her depths. “You have the tightest, hottest pussy I’ve ever had.” He wanted her to know how much it meant to him, how good it felt to be in her.
Again and again, he held off his orgasm. He was determined that her first fuck was going to end in bliss for her. She was awkward but enthusiastic beneath him, meeting his thrusts and trying to find a rhythm. Reluctantly taking his hand off her clit, he brought both palms to her ass.
“Like this,” he said, guiding her. When he shifted her ass a little, his cock hit a spot in her that it hadn’t made full contact with before and she twisted under him. The sight made his dick pulse and he clenched every muscle in his torso to keep from filling her with his cum.
She began to drag her hips up in time with his own thrusts. Aria sheathed herself on Steven’s cock, milking him for all she was worth. Her eyes were bleary with ecstasy as he drove into her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
When he felt her tighten around him, Steven brought his hand back around to her clit, captured it between two fingers and pinched lightly. She shattered. Her body grabbed his hardness tight and squeezed while she came, calling his name. Aria’s pink nipples looked like the most delicious treat as they hardened with her orgasm, so he reached down and sucked one into his mouth. She twisted under him again, bucking wildly.
He drove into her with hard strokes, fucking for his own pleasure now. He felt his balls tighten.
“Tell me you want me cum in you,” he said between pants. She looked at him with large eyes. “Tell me now,” he said, on the verge.
“I want your cum in me,” she said. He moaned and then gave it to her, pulling her hips up hard and getting as deep as possibly in her pussy before shooting her with his load. The heat inside her made her moan against him and he kissed her mouth, sheathing himself in her pussy one last time while the cum continued shooting out from the head of his cock.
Later he brought them both a glass of wine from the kitchen.
“Happy wedding night, Daddy,” she said, taking a sip from her glass.
“Happy wedding night, honey,” he said. He looked at her long, lean body, wrapped in her mother’s white silk robe. “What happens now?”
“You and Mom go on your honeymoon, of course.” She stood up and put the wine on the side table. “I love you both.”
“We just forget this ever happened?” He felt an unexpected wave of loss creep through him. He’d loved being deep inside her; it wouldn’t be easy to let go of that.
“I don’t know about that, Daddy.” Aria came over and crawled into his lap, cuddling against him. “After all, you are coming to parents’ weekend alone this year, aren’t you?” She bit his ear and he smiled, thinking of all the college events he could attend with her.
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