by Selena Kitt
And he did just as he promised, not letting Tina roll away when she wanted to, not letting her escape the hot lash of his tongue, making her play with her breasts, telling her how much it turned him on to watch her, so she couldn’t resist, sending hot sparks down to her aching pussy with every pinch of her nipples.
“Daddy!” she cried, the feeling rising with her hips, centered between her legs. “Oh god, Daddy, I’m going to come!”
He groaned against her pussy, shoving his fingers in and out of her and sucking her clit hard between his lips. Tina shuddered, her pussy clamping down on his pistoning fingers as she came and came, her contractions fast and hard at first, driving her hips up and up, until the sensation finally fluttered off into oblivion, leaving her gasping for breath in her father’s arms.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered against her ear as he moved on top of her. She knew what was coming and she was more than ready for it, opening her thighs for him, feeling the first press of his cock between them. Somewhere along the way, his underwear had disappeared. “Oh baby, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I want you so much.”
“Really?” She looked into his eyes, searching for the truth. “You aren’t just saying that?”
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he confessed, groaning when she reached down to grab his cock. So hard! She stroked his length gently, like she’d seen him do that night in his study.
“Me too, Daddy,” she whispered into his ear, rubbing the head of his cock against her still-quivering clit. “I know you were thinking about me… in your office.”
His head came up, eyes wide. “Wh—what?”
“I was under your desk the other night,” she confessed, flushing, squirming beneath him. His cock twitched and swelled in her hand. “I sooo wanted to suck you, Daddy. It seemed like such a waste, because I wanted to swallow all your cum.”
“Oh god.” He lowered his head to her breasts, sucking and lapping at her nipples as she tugged at his cock. He lifted his head, his look almost pained, a question in his eyes.
“What?” she murmured, running a hand through his hair, still dark but graying at the temples. “What is it?”
He pressed her breasts together, biting his lip, and met her eyes. “I want to fuck your gorgeous tits. Please?”
“Oh yes!” She smiled, putting her hands over his, making the mounds on her chest rise. “They’re very sensitive.”
He came to her, eyes burning, cock pulsing, the head slick with her juices. She took him in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the tip, making him groan. She liked the way that made her feel. Powerful.
“Going to need a little more lubrication,” she whispered, tugging him toward her mouth. He gasped when she took him between her lips, rolling her tongue all around the tip. She knew how to do this well enough, and she liked showing him, watching the pleasure twist his features. Grabbing his hips, she guided him deeper into her throat, coating him with saliva, sucking him so enthusiastically, his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Easy,” he murmured, slowing her, easing out of her mouth. “I still want to fuck those beautiful tits.”
“I want you to.” Her eyes lit up with delight as he pressed her breasts together, slipping his cock into her cleavage. The sensation was nice—but the look of pleasure almost to the point of pain on his face was the most gratifying thing about it. He fondled her breasts, toying with her nipples, moving his hips and driving his cock into her flesh.
“Ohhhh yes,” she whispered, licking her lips as he tweaked her nipples, fucking her tits, completely lost in the sensation. Her pussy ached and she pressed her thighs together, feeling her clit pulse in the swollen squeeze of her labia. “Oh god. Oh god. Don’t stop.”
He opened his eyes, looking down and seeing her face, a mask of pleasure, and focused his attention on the nipples in his fingers. “Sensitive, hm?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, hips rocking, the motion of his hips rocking her toward heaven. “Oh god, I’m gonna… I’m… ohhhhhhhh!”
“Oh sweet, sweet girl,” he cried as her climax shook her whole body, curling her toes, closing her eyes and arching her back, his cock caught between the rise of her breasts, both of their hands together, pressing them tight together.
“Oh Daddy,” she whispered, barely recovered, head spinning, the tip of his cock appearing at the top of her cleavage. She reached her tongue out, dizzy, trying to lick the head. “Ohhh, you’re so hard. I wish you were inside of me.”
He groaned, shaking his head, hips bucking toward her lips, pre-cum glistening at the tip. “Oh, no, baby, if I fuck you… god…” he panted, closing his eyes.
“Oh please,” she begged, wiggling, reaching for his cock and squeezing it. “I want it so much.”
“Oh fuck, I can’t…”
She stroked him, still breathing from her orgasm, licking and sucking the head with such hunger it made both of them gasp.
“Pretty please?” she begged, never feeling more powerful in her life as she slipped his cock back and forth between her lips, his eyes burning into hers. “With sugar on top?”
“Fuck!” He relented with a loud moan, positioning himself over her, waiting, letting her guide him toward her throbbing flesh—but once he was inside of her, there was no more hesitation. He bucked his hips against hers, driving her into the bed, shaking the whole thing, the headboard hitting the wall over and over.
Tina wrapped her legs around him, her arms too, letting herself be carried away. She had never had an orgasm with a man’s cock inside of her, but she loved being fucked, the sweet sensation of being filled. And she liked knowing her body was being used for his pleasure, that something about her was pleasing to him.
“Oh god, sweetheart,” he panted in her ear. “Your pussy is so fucking hot… so tight… ohhhhh god… you’re going to make Daddy come!”
“Come for me,” she whispered, hot against his cheek, feeling the tickle between her legs rising to an impossible hum. “Oh… ohhhh… ohhhh Daddy! Oh god!”
“Mmmm yeah!” he growled, rolling his hips, grinding into her pussy. “Come on my cock! Come all over my cock, baby girl!”
And they came together, the both of them, sweaty and shuddering and crying out as one, the thick, pulsing eruptions from his cock spilling heat deep into her, warming her like nothing else could. She wrapped herself completely around him, gasping against his neck as her pussy spasmed around his length, each wet, electric throb asking for more, more, more.
When it was over, he cradled her in his arms, kissing her cheek and nose and mouth, telling her over and over again how beautiful she was. She flushed and squirmed under his praise, wanting so much to believe him, so afraid it would all disappear if she opened her eyes.
“I have to tell you something,” she whispered, feeling his lips brush her temple.
He stilled, waiting. When she didn’t speak, he asked, “Is it about your mother?”
Tina nodded, looking at him for the first time since they’d come together—her stepfather, the man she’d loved forever.
“If it’s about Vegas, I already know.” He pressed his lips together for a moment, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You weren’t the only one packing a bag tonight.”
Her eyes widened, and then she smiled. “Want to run away together?”
“Did you really think I was going to leave without you, beautiful girl?”
“I’m not—” She began to protest but he kissed her quiet, convincing her with his touch, his breath, his body, that she was—his beautiful girl.
The End
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Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family--a husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does belly dancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
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BONUS EXCERPT
LITTLE BRATS: ANNA
By Selena Kitt
Bookworm Anna is always reading something—unless it involves her school work. Her mother and stepfather have tried everything to get her to achieve good grades, and now that’s she’s in her senior year in high school, they’re desperate, worried she’s never going to graduate. Her stepfather comes up with an ingenious incentive plan to pay his stepdaughter for getting A’s—but Anna tells him she wants something far more naughty than money. She wants her stepdaddy instead.
EXCERPT:
“You’re up late.” Anna was on her way to the kitchen for a late night snack when she found her stepfather stretched out on the couch, the TV on but muted.
Drew glanced back at her. “Can’t sleep.”
“She’s asleep?” Anna wandered over to the sofa, looking down at him wearing just a pair of jeans, bare feet propped up on the arm of the couch.
He snorted. “Passed out is more like it.”
She saw the way his gaze moved over her. The pink baby doll nightie she was wearing didn’t conceal very much. She’d overheard him arguing with her mother just a few weeks ago about what she “flounced around the house” wearing. He said it bothered him, that she should be more modest. But she knew the truth—he liked it. She caught him watching her all the time.
Her mother had scoffed at his protest, but her mother was blind. She seemed to think that Drew was still her young, handsome personal assistant—which is how they’d met in the first place—not her husband. She ordered him around, picked his clothes, told him who to see, who not to see. Her mother didn’t acknowledge Drew now owned his own business, that he was no longer her subservient, but her equal. It made Anna sick.
“Drew, I’ve been thinking about your proposition.” Anna played with the hem of her nightie, seeing his gaze move there, over the creamy, pale skin of her thighs. He’d been drinking. She could smell it. But of course, he’d started before they even left for the party.
“What proposition?” He cleared his throat, sitting up on the sofa.
“You know, cash for grades?”
“Oh, that.” He looked relieved and rubbed his eyes, yawning. “Yeah, what about it?”
“What if I don’t want cash? What if I want something else instead?”
He frowned. “Like what?”
“I’ve seen you looking at me.”
His eyes widened. “Anna…”
“You want to see more don’t you… Daddy?”
She never called him Daddy unless her mother was around. The word in her mouth made what she was about to do seem even more taboo. Anna grabbed the edge of her nightie and pulled it slowly over her head. Drew sat, transfixed, as she cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together in her bra. The hungry look in his eyes made her even bolder and she edged closer to him on the couch, her skirt riding up her thighs, until she was practically sitting in his lap.
“Do you like what you see so far?” Anna thumbed her nipples, shivering. They were hard, tenting the pink fabric of her bra. He didn’t answer her, but he didn’t have to. She saw Drew looking at her hands moving over her breasts, slowly pulling down her bra, letting it play peek-a-boo with her nipples. “Do you want to touch me?”
Anna turned on the sofa, sliding her leg over both of his, straddling him. Drew groaned softly, not touching her, but not stopping her either. He looked up past the swell of her breasts, her nipples appearing just above the lace edge of her bra, meeting her eyes, and his expression was beyond words. There was something wild and desperate in that look she wanted to reach.
She leaned in close so her lips brushed his ear. “I think about you when I touch myself.”
His breath caught and his hands went to her hips. She thought he would push her off, reprimand her, but instead he pulled her gently against his pelvis so she could feel the length of his cock through his jeans. He was very hard and Anna’s pussy lips parted around the outline of his shaft, even through her panties, as if she could suck him into her.
“Do you think about me, Daddy?” She wiggled in his lap, shifting back and forth, side to side, rubbing the aching bud of her clit against the seam of his jeans. “When you’re with my mother, are you wishing it was my little pussy you were fucking?”
She knew it was true; it had to be. But she wanted—needed—to hear him say it. Drew’s hands moved over her hips, around to her ass, cupping her behind through her sheer, matching pink panties and pulling her in tight. He groaned, finding himself face to face with the swell of her breasts, spilling completely over her pink bra cups now.
“Fuck, Anna,” he groaned as she arched, offering her tits to him like a gift. “What are you doing?”
“I think you know,” she whispered, lifting one of her breasts and pointing a nipple toward his mouth. “You want me. I know you do. I can read you like a book.”
SELENA KITT’S OTHER WORKS
NOVELS
A Baumgartner Reunion
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Bluebeard’s Wife
Forbidden Fruit
Hussy
Highland Wolf Pact
Heidi and the Kaiser
Letters to the Baumgartners
Naughty Bits (Revised)
The Baumgartners Plus One
The Blood of Angels
The Kiss of Angels
The Real Mother Goose
The Song of Orpheus
The Surrender of Persephone
The Sybian Club
Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)
Unfolding
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SELENA KITT BOX SETS
The Baumgartner Box Set 1
The Baumgartner Box Set 2
Nolan Trilogy Box Set
Myths Behaving Badly Box Set
Menage Box Set
Taboo: The Collection Box Set
UNDER MR. NOLAN’S BED TRILOGY
Temptation
Confession
Grace
SHORT NOVELS
Blind Date
Taken (FREEBIE)
ANTHOLOGIES
Back to the Garden (Revised)
Baumgartner Shorts
Confessions
EcoErotica
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: The Complete Collection
Quickies
Shivers
Tickled Pink
STORIES
A Baumgartner Christmas
A Baumgartner Valentine
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Alice
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Beauty
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Bluebeard
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Briar Rose
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Goldilocks
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Gretel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Pinocchio
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Rapunzel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Red
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Wendy
A Twisted Bard’s Tale (FREEBIE)
Advent Calendar
Backroads Cop
Behind in School
Camping Brats
Can’t Walk Away
Connections (FREEBIE)
Gingerbread Man
Girls Only: College Days
Girls Only: Girl Scout Trip
Girls Only: First Time
Girls Only: Moms’ Night Out
Girls Only: New Year’s Resolution
Girls Only: Pajama Party
Girls Only: Pool Party
Girls Only: Stay
Girls Only: Sybian Sorority
