by Kitt, Selena
“Your bed,” she urged, squeezing him between her thighs. “Fuck me in your bed.”
His eyes lit up at the prospect and he carried her in there, nudging the door open with his knee and before she knew what was happening, they were rolling around in her parents’ bed, kissing and tugging at each other’s clothes with desperation.
“We so shouldn’t be doing this,” he panted, lifting his hips so she could tug his jeans down. “But I can’t stop. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words were like fuel to the fire inside of her and she didn’t resist at all when he pulled her skirt off, leaving her in just panties on the bed. Now they were both stripped down to their underwear.
She was normally embarrassed by her body, ashamed for anyone to see it, but the look on his face when he saw her unclothed was intoxicating. He looked at her like he could devour her.
And then he did.
Tina gasped in surprise when his mouth covered her mound through her panties, his tongue lapping, making her squirm and writhe on the bed. No one had ever done that to her before and the sensation was incredible, but she was far too embarrassed to let him go on.
“No, Daddy, no,” she protested, trying to push him away.
“Hold still.” He growled, grabbing her hips and yanking her panties down her thighs. He breathed a soft sigh when he saw her pussy for the first time and then he was devouring her again, his tongue pushing between her swollen labia, finding the nub of her clit in an instant.
“Oh! Daddy!” she cried, her knees falling open as he licked her, his mouth fastened on her mound. “Oh no… no… ohhhhh. That’s so good! Ohhhhh!”
“Mmmmm!” He encouraged her, licking faster, spreading her open with his fingers to stroke her slit up and down, searching for her entrance. She moaned when he slid two of them into her, just like he had on the couch, but his mouth was far, far better against her clit than anything she’d ever felt—including the electric toothbrush she had hidden in her underwear drawer.
“Oh Daddy… if you keep doing that, I’m… I’m…mmmmmmm…”
His fingers pressed deeper, making her quiver, and he paused for a moment to look up at her face. “Good girl. I want you to come for me. Come all over my face. Will you do that?”
She whimpered, flushing deeply. “I can’t. Please, don’t make me.”
“Yes you can.” He flicked his tongue over her clit, teasing. “Feel that?”
She nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying out, and then he sucked her clit between his lips, twisting his fingers inside her, and she couldn’t help the way her hips thrust up to meet him.
“Ohhh baby girl, your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he groaned, mashing his face against her flesh. His words made her flush with heat and pleasure. “I’m going to eat you until you come.”
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.
Anna (Daddy’s Favorites)
For Anna, there was nothing like a comfortable, well-read, dog-eared book in her hands. She curled up at the end of the sofa, the TV on but forgotten, her feet tucked under an afghan, and lost herself in another world. She could do this for hours, and often did, only moving when her body reminded her of its needs. And even then, she would take her book to the bathroom, or if her stomach growled, she’d pour some cereal and continue reading, spoon in one hand, book in the other. Nothing could break the spell of a well-loved story playing out in her imagination.
“Anna!”
Well, almost nothing.
“What?” Anna yelled back at the ceiling, rolling her eyes and reaching for the remote so she could mute the television.
“Did you borrow my pearl earrings?” Her mother’s voice floated down the stairs.
Anna turned her attention back to her book, not answering. She hadn’t borrowed them, hadn’t even seen them since the last time her mother wore them, some time in the fall. But of course, her mother wouldn’t believe her, no matter what she said, so it was better not to say anything at all.
“Never mind!” her mother called down. “I found them!”
Anna sighed, hearing footsteps on the stairs. Her mother and stepfather were going to a Christmas party at her stepfather’s office. She couldn’t wait for them to leave. She had half her book left to read, microwave popcorn waiting on the counter, and the number to Little Caesars memorized. She was set.
“Hey girlie.” Her stepfather’s voice interrupted her and she looked at him, pushing her glasses up her nose so she could see him better. Her BFF, Lizbeth, was always going on and on about how freaking hawt her stepfather was—and she wasn’t wrong. Andrew Ross was a fine specimen of a man, tall and lean, dark hair and bright blue eyes. He always wore a suit to work, although on the weekends he put on jeans and cooked pancakes in his bare feet and the sight of him standing at the stove sometimes made her stomach do slow, sensuous flips.
“Hey.” She returned his greeting, watching him pour a drink at the bar separating the living room and the kitchen. “Starting early?”
“Gotta keep myself occupied while your mother finishes up.” He grimaced as he swallowed the amber-colored liquid.
Anna snorted, turning to her book again. “You could be drunk by then.”
“Whatcha reading, girlie?” Drew inquired, coming over to the couch and sitting beside her, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Even though he’d technically been her stepfather for five years, she only called him “Dad” when her mother was around, and he was fine with that. He said he didn’t mind her calling him by his first name, and so when they were alone, she often did.
“Pride and Prejudice.” It was one of her all-time favorites. She shifted on the sofa, feeling his hand move under the blanket, squeezing her foot. It was a sweet, familiar gesture. There was nothing sexual about it really, but she felt her heart rate increase.
“Didn’t you read that one already?” Drew tugged her bare foot out from under the covers, resting it in his lap, massaging gently.
“Several times.” She was turned toward him now and she poked her other foot out from under the blanket so he could give it equal attention.
“Bookworm,” he teased, switching to her other foot. Lifting it, he inspected her pink-painted toenails. “Cute. Like little bits of candy.”
“Thanks.” Anna settled back against the arm of the sofa, sighing softly as he massaged the sole of her foot. The other was resting in his lap. “It’s called Aphrodite’s Pink Nightie.”
He raised his eyebrows and smirked. “I guess it has to be someone’s job to make up nail polish flavors.”
“It’s colors not flavors.” She shifted on the sofa, her book forgotten, watching him inspect her toes.
“I know,” he agreed. He was enthralled, and she shivered at the way his hand moved up to her calf a little. “But they look good enough to eat.”
“Omnomnom.” She wiggled the foot still sitting in his lap, trying to make it seem casual, stretching and fake-yawning and she did so, and discovered something delightful—Drew had an erection. A very large erection.
He gasped, dropping her other foot. “Anna!”
“What?” She smirked. “I’m just getting comfortable.”
“I think I hear your mother.” Drew stood, going again to the bar to pour himself another drink. Anna curled back up with her book, but she left her toes uncovered.
“Ugh. Reading again?” Her mother appeared at the bottom of the stairs, hair pulled up, pearls at her throat. “It had better be a school book.”
“At least she’s reading.” Drew poured himself another shot.
Anna’s mother scoffed. “Did you see her grades? I don’t know how she’s going to graduate. And I’m not paying for summer school!”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Obviously you don’t think so.”
Anna rolled her eyes, waiting for what was coming next, and she knew, of course, it was coming. Her mother wouldn’t let an opportunity slip by. She turned to Anna, wagging a finger at her like she was still eight years old.
“What would it take for you to take it seriously? Should I call your father? Oh, wait, I can’t—he’s in Brazil with the whore!”
Anna stiffened, her eyes blazing. “Leave Daddy alone.”
“Why should I?” her mother snapped. “That’s where he left us—alone!”
“Okay, girls, let’s dial it back a bit.” Drew picked up his mother’s coat—it was black mink, her mother didn’t have any qualms about buying real anythin
g—helping her into it. “Besides, I have an idea.”
They both glowered at him. “What?”
“Well, when I was a kid, my parents used to pay me for my grades,” he confessed, shrugging his own coat on.
Anna’s mother snorted, rolling her eyes. “Oh please!”
“Hey, don’t dismiss it. It actually works. Think about it—as adults, we have jobs, and the reason we do them is because there’s a paycheck at the end of the week, right?”
“School isn’t a job…” Anna’s mother reminded him with a sniff, pulling on her gloves.
“Sure feels like it,” Anna grumbled.
Drew smiled at her. “It kind of is, when you think about it. So why shouldn’t she be rewarded if she does well?”
“Can she be penalized if she doesn’t do well?”
Anna rolled her eyes. Of course her mother would think of something like that.
“I suppose…” Drew replied.
“Fine. If you don’t make good grades, I take your car,” her mother snapped.
Anna sat straight up, eyes wide. “What?”
Drew held out his hand in a halting gesture. “But if she does do well—say she’ll get $100 for every A, $50 for every B and $25 for every C.”
“But if you fail a class—just one class—” Anna’s mother wagged her finger again.
“I won’t.” Anna was already doing the math. She had six classes, and if she could manage an A in all of them, that meant six-hundred dollars!
“So it’s a deal?” Drew raised an eyebrow in her direction.
“It’s a deal,” she agreed.
“Shake on it.” He took a step toward the couch, holding out his hand, and Anna took it, remembering his hands on her feet, the way he admired her painted toes. And his erection. Her gaze dropped to his trousers and then she looked back up at him, feeling a flush on her cheeks. Her face felt hot too and she wondered if she looked the same.
