Taboo Step Surrender (Steamy Twenty Book Box Set)

by Steply, Virginia

  I pushed back slowly, gasping and whimpering as every inch of his cock slowly entered me, filling me, stretching me—until suddenly, I stopped. I could feel the thin piece of flesh that signified my virtue.

  “I had no idea. How is it that a naughty thing like you hasn’t had a cock inside of you?” he said, astonished by the fleshy hymen his cock was pressed firmly against.

  “I told you, I haven’t done this before. A girl is only a virgin once, and I wasn’t going to give myself up to just anybody.” I turned my head and stared back at him. His body towering over me, muscles bulging and sweat forming as he struggled to control his lust.

  “I wanted a man,” I whispered, but then louder. “I wanted a man, Jonathan. I want you!”

  Jonathan lustfully pressed the last of his thick rod deeply into my belly and I felt a pop as he tore through my innocence. My pussy was screaming with pain as it stretched to accommodate his huge cock. He was so big. Too big.

  “Oh god, again,” I cried out, as he withdrew and slowly slid down my tunnel once more. I could feel the pleasure building within me. I wanted him, deeper, harder, faster.

  I let out a moan as he picked up his rhythm. “Fuck me harder, please, please! Oh! Yeah, yeah!”

  His hips were pounding into me; the residual heat of the engine warm against my chest while the warm night air flowed across my back. I was alive, every inch of me.

  “Beg me baby. Tell me how you want it.”

  “Harder.” I cried out again. “Faster… Deeper!”

  I spread my hips wider for him and his powerful hips came crashing down onto my fleshy rump. I was screaming, and I didn’t care if anyone heard me. His hands spread my cheeks wide and I felt my body begin to shake and tense. Turning my head to look back I could see his eyes locked on the secret place between my legs. He was watching his thick cock enter my tight little hole. He was spreading my ass, and I imagined for a moment what it would be like for him to go in there. Just the thought of him watching me, naughty little me. I thought I was going to cum right then and there just from the thought of it all.

  “Make me cum, daddy,” I screamed, wanting him to cum with me. Our bodies were grounded, but our souls were high above the city. Closer and closer we came with each thrust, and suddenly I knew I was beyond any point of return.

  “I'm gonna fucking blow, Kirsten. I am going to cum in your tight little pussy.” Jonathan kept ramping it up, pummeling harder and harder. Pleasure overwhelmed me like nothing I had ever felt, warming my fingertips, my toes, my thighs and the sensitive place between my thighs. My pussy tensed and convulsed around him as I felt a wave of pleasure engulf me, tumble me, and release me. He had fucked an orgasm out of me, and I wanted to make him cum too.

  “Oh god, cum inside of me, cum baby, cum!” I cried out.

  He was grunting, deep guttural sounds of ecstasy as my pussy worked around him in rhythmic pulses. He knew I was cuming and he pulled my hair back, making my convulsions even more intense.

  Oh fuck… The realization hit me suddenly and like a ton of bricks as the wave of pleasure passed… He wasn’t wearing a condom!

  “Wait! Oh, oh, oh fuck. Please.” I tried to stop him, and myself, but my body was too far gone. I was rising again, my young and needy body eager for more, threatening to cum again at every thrust. Every bit of my flesh wanted him to keep going despite the tiny voice that warned me of the danger. His cock slid deep, in and out, in and out, as his groans grew louder.

  “Please!” I cried once more, a futile attempt.

  “What is it? You want to cum again? Beg for it baby, tell daddy what you want!”

  “I want…” I could hardly talk, hardly think, my entire body was vibrating at a frequency I had never experienced.

  “Tell me!” he demanded, his cock slamming deeply into my belly.

  “Oh god, oh god! I want you to cum, I want you to cum inside of me, I want YOU!” I screamed, losing it. "Fuck a baby into me!"

  My ears rang with the words, replaying them over and over with each deep penetration. I was over the edge, my body in a quivering frenzy. I convulsed and shivered around his thick cock. His hands pulled my hips upwards, and with several forceful thrusts he exploded.

  “You. Dirty. Little. Slut,” he panted as his cock spilled the last of his thick and virile cum deep within me.

  I let out a loud and uncontrollable moan as my body released a second time. I could feel my pussy contracting and pulsating. My body inviting his seed deeper into my tummy, milking him for all he had. I wanted him. I wanted his babies, I wanted it all.

  “Shit Kirsten. What did we just do?” He dropped me from his grip, my body now spent and breathless on the hood of the Mercedes.

  I rolled off of my stomach and stooped in front of him, worried by his words. His face was a blank stare, looking off in the distance as he contemplated our lustful romp. I worried that he would come to his senses. A powerful man like him shouldn't be known for fucking his step daughter. Rumors would fly if anyone found out.

  My tongue wrapped around his cock, sucking the last of his juices and tasting the tang of my own pussy as well. I wanted him again. I couldn’t bare it if he changed his mind.

  “We made love,” I said timidly from my knees, staring up at his partially swollen shaft and into his stone face. “We made love.”

  I pressed my lips to his rock hard stomach. Sighing deeply, he pulled me up from my knees and drew me close to his body. His warmth felt pleasant as he wrapped his arms around me, my body now aware of the chill of the evening. We stood there, staring off into the night, into the twinkling city lights, and I made one wish.

  “Please, don’t let this be the end.” I whispered silently to myself.

  Before long we were back on the road, headed into town. I had dressed myself, finding my panties in the pile of clothes on my seat. I was about to put them back on when Jonathan stopped me.

  “I’ll be keeping these,” he said as he grabbed my panties and held them to his nose. He smelled them, eyes nearly drunken with my scent.

  I could feel myself tingle and I wondered what it would be like. To have his tongue between my thighs, to have him taste me. My body tensed as my imagination tried to imagine. I had heard about guys who liked to lick a girl there, but I had never in a million years fantasized about it. Somehow it seemed dirty, but now, watching him revel in my scent, my body wanted it, wanted his tongue deep within me. I was in silent contemplation when his voice brought me back to the moment.

  “We have to keep this quiet.” He turned and his eyes burnt into mine. “The divorce, we can’t let anyone know until the divorce is final. If word of this gets out, she could wind up with more than just the house.”

  “Don’t worry Jonathan. It'll be our little secret.” I repeated the words he had whispered to me earlier in the day. “But only if you promise me…”

  “Promise you what?” A look washed over his face that I couldn’t understand.

  “Only if you promise that it won’t end here. I need you.” The hunger in my voice was obvious. He held all the power, all the cards, and all I wanted was for him to want me.

  “I will do anything, Jonathan,” I continued. My innocent brown eyes burned into his, waiting for him to respond, expecting him to deny my one request.

  “Well, I will be moving into a condo by the end of the week. It just so happens I will need someone to keep it tidy. You could be my 'maid.' Your mother won't be able to give you nearly the life I have provided once we divorce."

  I blushed, relief washing over me as he accepted my request. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to show him how much it meant to me. I reached down into his pants, pulled his cock free, and dove my voluptuous lips around him. He grew instantly.

  “Damn,” he growled as his hips thrust upward into my warm, wet, and eager mouth. I sucked and stroked him until his cock stood on end again. I could hear the engine roaring as we raced back towards the city, faster, louder, as if the car was a display of his pleasure. I
pressed my lips down hard as his hips thrust upwards and his cock slid deeply into my throat. The car roared and I could feel my pussy aching, wanting him again, feeling the speed and the power. I pressed on, taking him in and out, deeply, greedily.

  “Oh god, here I go, don’t stop,” he moaned.

  I pressed down harder than before this time, my throat swallowing around him, taking him deeper, deeper, until my lips met the base of his massive, rock hard cock. I could feel it when he came, feel the shiver, the pulse, the warm fluid being released within me. I held myself there for as long as I could, holding my breath, eyes watering. I drank him down, slowly retreating, tracing my tongue along his dick as I took every last drop of his cum.

  “Forget the end of the week, I will call Pete and have the condo papers signed tomorrow. I will pick you up for 'work' around noon.”

  'I’ll work, all right,' I thought to myself. 'I’ll work hard to please Jonathan--to the bone.' I giggled softly, secretly, eagerly imagining what was to come.

  Jonathan held up his promise, and I 'worked' every day at his condo. And he paid me better than I ever could have imagined. Every chance I could I made him fuck me hard, fast and without protection. Each time he came inside of me it further solidified our bond.

  My belly had begun to swell, along with my breasts. Jonathan loved my increasingly curvy body and the increased sex drive that came with pregnancy. He said I was insatiable, but then, he never complained. I started to grow bold, only now feeling my own sexuality blooming and unabashed.

  One day when I was cleaning I heard Jonathan enter the room. The tight little maid outfit that he made me wear (he was really into role playing) was stretched to accommodate my growing tummy, and my breasts now overflowed the confines of the material. I heard him come in, but I pretended I didn't and went on with my work, teasing him with a flash of my bare bottom as I dusted under a table. When I was finished, I placed the duster on the table, and then folded forward, pretending to adjust a strap on my shoe. I knew what I was doing, and I took a glance upside-down from between my calves and winked at him.

  He was sitting behind me on the couch now, admiring the pink that contrasted against my well-tanned bottom. I rolled my hips slowly back and forth and watched as he reached down and adjusted his cock. I stood up and locked my eyes on the curtains above him.

  “That just won’t do!” I exclaimed, feigning disgust as I eyed the imaginary dust.

  I stepped out of my heels and got up on the couch, with one foot on either side of his legs. I stretched over him and onto the armrest. I reached up and began to clean, all the while my pussy was on display. I heard him unclasp his belt, and I felt goose bumps forming on my thighs. I wanted him to taste me.

  “Do you never get worn out?” he asked from between my thighs.

  “Oh, but sir, a clean home is a happy home,” I replied innocently, teasing him.

  He chuckled. "And a spent man is a happy man,” he added. His hand freed his cock and he breathed my scent deeply as he began stroking himself.

  I pressed my hips closer, reaching higher onto the wall and tilting my knee away. I could feel his breath, warm on my sensitive skin. In the next instant his hands traced up my legs and his lips pressed against my pussy lips, slowly and gently massaging them. I let out a gasp. For so long I had wanted this, and yet for so long I had been too bashful to admit my desires.

  “Oh my… That feels… Oh daddy.” I gripped the curtain rod, holding my balance as my knees went weak with his touch. His tongue caressed the folds and sent electricity through me.

  “Don’t stop,” I panted.

  “Didn’t plan to,” he said between licks.

  In the next instant he had pulled me down onto his face, my thighs straddling him there. And my knees barely capable of holding my shivering body. I gripped him by his full head of hair and pulled him sideways until he was flat on the cushions. I directed his face up while arranging my knees around him.

  “Is this what you want?” I teased him with my pussy, waving myself just out of the reach of his eager tongue. “Do you want to suck my tight little pussy? Do you want to taste me?”

  I felt a sense of power as I watched his eyes grow wide. I had never spoken to him this way; I had never been so bold. He had always taken control and I had always played the innocent. But I felt powerful now.

  “Yes baby, I want a taste,” he grunted, exasperated.

  “Beg me for it. Beg me to sit on your face. Tell me what you want.”

  “Please, please, baby, sit on my face!” His eyes were desperate and his arms pulled at my hips. I didn’t budge, my knees holding me firmly above him.

  “Beg me to let you lick my asshole,” I continued.

  “Oh god,” he moaned, overwhelmed by the dirty words coming out of his innocent little girl. “I am begging you. Let me suck you and lick you. And please, let me fuck you.”

  I spread my knees wide and let my pussy fall onto his face. Spreading my cheeks wide and sliding myself back and forth upon him. I felt him pulling back and I heard him gasping for breath as I nearly smothered him.

  “More!” he choked.

  I glanced back to see his cock standing straight up, rock hard and ready. I felt his tongue slide up and down my sensitive flesh and I moaned heavily. I had never been in control and I was enjoying the power. His tongue darted in and out of me, driving me wild, making me squirm.

  “Oh daddy, just like that, make me cum daddy.” His grip on my thighs intensified, pulling me down harder and he read my body, making me pant harder, closer to release. Just as I was about to explode he lifted me into the air above him and took one last lick at the flesh of my ass-crack.

  'He is going to punish me with his big cock now!' I thought eagerly. I wanted him inside of my pussy. I wanted him to pound me hard until he came inside of me.

  “Fuck me hard, Jonathan,” I encouraged him as his hands brought my body down over his thick cock. But then, his cock didn’t find it’s way to where I expected. He held me over him, his cock threatening the tight ring of flesh. Slowly he began to lower me while his eyes burned into mine. I could feel the head of his cock pressing hard against my bum.

  “Relax baby, I promise you are going to enjoy this.”

  “I… I am not sure…” I said hesitating, fearfully even.

  “Trust me baby, if you can take my cock in your pussy, you can take it in your ass.”

  I took a deep breath and followed his commands, relaxing as he pressed harder. I felt him slowly spreading me, my tight flesh surprisingly sensitive as his thick cock opened me.

  “Slow baby, slow!” I squeaked.

  “Let go. Just open up for daddy.”

  I wanted to please him as much as ever, and as our eyes never left one another he slowly slid me down and around his massive rod. It was an intensity like none other, and I sat still for a moment as my body accommodated him. Slowly I began to work my hips. Up and down I slid on his rod.

  “Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me,” I said in a hoarse whisper as I slid back down his shaft.

  Soon the momentum grew and I began working faster. He had been still, allowing me to warm up to the feeling.

  “Fuck me in my ass,” I encouraged him. “Fuck me hard in my ass!”

  His lips turned up into a grin and he plowed his hips hard into me. I gasped, knowing that I never wanted this to end. The passion, the lust, the thrill of being his girl, it was more than I could have dreamed of.

  Later that night Jonathan came to me. His face wore a pensive expression. Clearly, he had something on his mind. “Kirsten, I need to talk to you,” he said gently.

  “What is it?" I asked, a knot forming in my growing belly. Something was wrong, I could feel it, something just wasn’t right.

  “It’s this whole situation. Your belly is getting big, and I know that you won’t be able to hide it for long. People are starting to talk, and your mother… If she doesn’t suspect something already, she will soon.”

  I held m
y belly, suddenly scared for the tiny life that was growing within me.

  “But I… I love you,” I half whimpered, afraid of what I was going to do. Twenty, pregnant, and soon it seemed, without a job or home. Tears welled in my eyes. This was the end. I knew it would come, it was too good to be true. I had been reluctant to let myself fall for him, but I had. I had fallen in love, entirely, and without regrets. I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of fear.

  But shockingly Jonathan dropped to one knee in front of me. His eyes looked up at mine with passion.

  “I have wanted to do this for so long. The divorce is final, Kirsten.” He pulled a small box from his jacket pocket and held it out to me, opening it and revealing a gorgeous diamond ring. “Kirsten… Say you will be mine. Forever. Tell me that you’ll marry me.”