by Wild, Nikki
“Oops,” she said softly, biting her lip and tossing her hair as she pinched her bud between her thumb and forefinger. “Looks like I’m gonna need you to help me cover up…”
Whatever Claire had expected Landis to do when she made that statement, it hadn’t been what he actually did. Her stepfather dipped his finger in his drink, coating it in liquor, and then swirled it around her nipple before lowering his head and beginning to suck on it.
Claire let out a shriek and moaned, tossing her head back as Landis abraded her perky tit with his tongue. She felt a rush of warmth between her legs, followed by a silken moisture brought on by the delicious currents arcing into her core. She squirmed out of rhythm, shivering as she realized that her stepfather was sucking on her nipple.
“D-Daddy,” she whispered, unsure of what else to say. It felt so good, but so bad all at the same time. She wove her fingers into his hair, pulling hard as she felt his dick lurch up against her, making contact with her clit through her sopping wet panties.
“You’re such a slut,” he muttered, grabbing her hips with both hands. “Look at you, getting off on rubbing on your daddy. Does it make you feel good to make me do this to you, Claire? Does it make you feel like a whore making your daddy all hot and hard for his princess?”
Claire whined as he ripped the other pasty off her with his teeth, slapping her tit to make it jiggle before tasting her newly-exposed nipple. He hummed as though nothing in the world could taste sweeter, flicking and winding his tongue around the tip until it puckered in his mouth.
“I think I really am going to have to teach you a lesson,” he said, grunting as he pressed up against her. Claire gasped. He was hard as a rock. “I need to teach you about what happens to little sluts who don’t take their lives seriously. And I know a girl like you needs a hands-on learning experience.”
He grabbed the thin strap of her thong and pulled hard, tearing it off her hips. Her wet pussy lips immediately made a mess of his slacks and he chuckled as he reached down to tug his cock out, letting it unfurl right inside her sweltering slit.
Claire moaned, looking down at it. It was massive and fat with a range of veins that all pulsed steadily with the beating of his heart. He held it at the base and rubbed it against his daughter’s pussy, using his tip to part her folds so he could see the pretty pink flesh between them. He let out a soft, strangled grunt, followed by a bead of precum that burgeoned at his tip. He smeared it onto her clit and tapped it with his dickhead, sending even more buzzing jolts of ecstasy into her core.
What am I doing? she thought. I’m… I’m about to fuck my stepdad. This can’t really be happening… can it?
“I’ve been so lonely since your mother died,” he said, using his free hand to drive his thumb into her clit as he slathered his dick in her juices. Claire leaned back just a bit, biting her lip and letting her eyes flutter closed. “I’ve gotten so used to doing this myself. It’s been a long time since I pounded into a pussy as tight as yours. But you need it, don’t you, Claire? You need to see what happens when you disobey me…”
Claire groaned. She didn’t know why, but the husky, heated sound of her stepfather’s voice was driving her wild. Maybe she liked the idea that she could make such a powerful man lose control. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was a slut.
Landis lined the rosy tip of his dick up with the opening to her cunt, still rubbing his precum and her lust into her clit with his thumb. He popped the tip in and out of her, letting out long, low moans as he sampled how tight her young pussy was. Claire felt a burning sensation as he stretched her, but it didn’t hurt—it was more like yearning. Her tight channel was begging to be filled by his thick cock, and every time he withdrew from her, she whimpered for more.
Just when she thought she was going to gnaw his hand off to get him inside of her, her stepfather lunged forward, stuffing her chasm with the full width and length of his hard dick. She yelped as she felt his bare hips press against the backs of her thighs and ass, then let her eyes roll back as an incredible sensation of fullness washed over her, one she had never felt before now.
“Oh, God, Daddy!” she cried, grinding against the dark thatch of hair above his cock. She trembled, her thighs clenching as he continued to molest her poor, aching pearl. “It’s… holy fuck, it’s huge!”
“And that cunt is nice and tight,” he whispered, his voice already carrying an edge to it. With as hard as his dick was spasming, it seemed like Landis was already very close to letting loose a torrent of his cum. “Who knew my baby girl could take her daddy’s cock like such a pro?”
He spread her legs wider, teasing on her slit as he whispered, “Now bounce, baby. Let Daddy see what a little whore you are. And remember, this is what happens to bad little girls who take off all their clothes and make their daddies hard…”
Claire felt another thrill tickle her spine as she, for once, obeyed her stepfather’s orders.
The carnal desire swelling inside of her was just too great. She couldn’t resist the temptation pulsing and throbbing between her soft, wet walls. Placing her hands on her knees, she began to bounce steadily, licking her lips as she let herself become her stepfather’s perfect craven whore.
“It’s so good!” she whispered, both surprised and overwhelmed by her lust. “Oh, fuck. If I knew you were this big, Daddy, I would have let you punish me so much sooner…!”
Although Claire was no stranger to dirty talk, she knew that these words were true. She was smitten with her stepfather’s cock, the way it filled every space inside of her, the way the prominent ridge on his tip slipped up and down against her sweet spot with every thrust, the way his base was so fat it almost didn’t fit into her cunt. She loved the way it made her flail, and the way her tits felt as they bounced right in front of her stepfather’s face. She liked being on display for him like this. Then again, she’d always liked breaking the rules.
She watched as Landis set his gaze lower, transfixed by the sight of his cock slipping effortlessly in and out of his stepdaughter’s pussy. His lips parted as he rubbed her clit harder, faster, keeping her folds spread so he didn’t miss a single inch of his dick plunging into her depths.
“Ooh, Daddy! You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that!” she warned him, though she was certain he took it as a challenge. He quickened his pace once more, falling into a hasty rhythm that hit all the notes to make her body sing.
“Cum on Daddy’s cock,” he urged her, his voice a hungry growl. “I know that’s what my little whore wants. You just can’t resist making a big mess on Daddy, can you, princess? No, my little whore has to make sure Daddy’s soaked in her pussy. You’re such a filthy slut.”
Claire shuddered. She squirmed helplessly as he drove her mad with his fingers. Finally he took over, thrusting up into her cunt as she flailed and sobbed, completely overtaken by the delicious tension building up inside of her.
“Cum for Daddy, princess. Show me what a slut you are, and I promise I’ll give you a big surprise…”
There was no way to stop it now, even if she’d wanted to. Claire let out a high-pitched squeal as she sat down as hard as she could on her stepfather’s cock, her back arching as she exploded around it, cumming so hard she saw stars begin to burst right in front of her eyes.
“Daddy! Fuck, yes! I’m cumming!”
“Good girl,” he praised, though she hardly heard him through the haze of her orgasm. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn…”
He thrust into her pulsating walls, letting them milk his cum-fat shaft for the load building just behind his tip. He began to breathe hard, panting onto her swaying tits as she continued to cum, writhing and coating his dick in her sweet nectar.
Landis palmed her tits, abandoning her clit as he grit his teeth. “That’s it. Keep cumming. Daddy’s almost there…”
Claire looked up at him, lips trembling. “I’m not on the pill, Daddy…” she whispered, watching as he smirked.
“I know,” he told her. “And I’m not pulling out.”
Then he roared, letting loose the first of many jets of his white-hot seed inside of her, filling her cunt with his forbidden desire. His jaw dropped in rapture as he gushed into his daughter, the last vestiges of her own orgasm still clenching around his cockhead every time he pumped in his load. Claire wiggled and gripped his shoulders, rocking back and forth slowly, her pussy swallowing every ounce of her daddy’s “surprise” like the obedient whore she was—the whore he’d made her.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Don’t waste a drop.”
Finally his dick stopped throbbing and he leaned back, completely spent. Claire could feel what a sloppy pussy he’d given her. Both their thick, salty-sweet juices were dripping everywhere, staining the couch with the evidence of what they’d just done.
Landis reached over and placed his hand over her taut, tiny belly. He brushed along it with his thumb.
“That’s what sluts get,” he told her. “They get knocked up. I’m gonna put a baby in your belly, Claire. That’s what you need to get your act together.”
Claire blushed. She’d never considered that before, but the way her stepfather said it made it seem so sexy. She knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him the next time he wanted to put his dick in her, especially since she now knew exactly how good it was. She sighed, closing her eyes as she imagined her stepfather bending her over, spanking her for her misdeeds and then filling her up with his big, thick cock.
She knew she’d have his jizz dripping out of her for weeks. The thought thrilled her, and she reached down to play with the little bit of his mess pooling between them.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, surrendering to his needs.
Landis smirked. Then he hugged her, gently stroking her hair as her pussy leaked sperm all over his cock.
“That’s my girl,” he told her, kissing her cheek. “That’s all I ever wanted to hear you say.”
Claire smiled. She knew she was going to enjoy carrying her stepfather’s baby. Even better, she knew she was going to have one hell of a good time making him put one in there.
In a way, she realized, her stepfather had been wrong. Stripping had turned out to be a good thing. It had ensured they were both happy and that she’d never want for anything in her life. With her billionaire stepfather taking care of her and the baby, she would have everything she ever wanted, just like the spoiled little brat she was.
She didn’t tell him that, though. There was no need to ruin the moment. She’d let him think he had the upper hand, but in the end, she knew she’d get her way. She always did.
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I’m Nikki Wild, and I live in Southern California with my cat, my loving husband, and a genuine creeping fear of bad wine. I’ve been writing independently for three years now, and I’m in love with my readers every bit as much as I’m in love with my words! Every story I release brings me joy and pleasure, and knowing I’m able to spread a bit of that happiness to others makes every day of my life just a little bit better.
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Step Guardian
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Nikki Wild
Copyright 2014 Nikki Wild
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STEP GUARDIAN
(TABOO Bareback Billionaire STEAMY Romance)
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After finally being released from rehab, 22-year-old Colette DuBois falls into the custody of Kennith, her sexy and incredibly wealthy stepbrother. As they return to the home they once shared, Colette has doubts about whether or not she’s truly ready to leave the facility. Freedom has never felt so stifling, so overwhelming, and she’s certain that she’ll never be the person she was before she was sent away.
When she discovers that her ex, Caleb, has already become engaged to another woman, Colette is convinced that nobody will ever love her again... But Kennith wants to change that, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make her see her worth… including taking her hard and without protection. Will Colette find forbidden comfort in his powerful arms?
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STEP GUARDIAN
I sat quietly in the backseat of my stepbrother’s town car, curled up against the window with my head resting against the cool glass. The leather, buttery and unbroken, smelled like brand new, a side-effect of the seat warmer enhancing its aroma, I supposed.
It had been six long months since the last time I’d seen him. Beside me, he sipped a bottle of water—not his usual fare, but he was trying to be sensitive—and stared at me in the way people do when they’re trying to look like they’re not staring. His eyes kept fixing on my face, but would for a moment deviate to my body, my thin frame and the gray cardigan hanging listlessly from it. The last time he’d seen me, I’d been heavier, fuller. Now I was a shade, a shadow, a fraction of the woman I used to be.
This wasn’t what he imagined I’d look like once I got better. He hadn’t been prepared.
Well, tough shit. Neither had I.
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting my stringy blonde hair fall in front of my face. As much as he didn’t want to see me, I didn’t want to see him. It was too much too soon. I felt like I was exposed, a live wire sparking in the street ready to burn away anything I touched. I wasn’t ready yet. No matter what anyone said, I wasn’t ready to come home.
They don’t prepare you for leaving rehab. Not really. Sure, you get some technical training, some “career-oriented” skills and counseling. You’re encouraged to “make amends,” which honestly just makes everybody feel like shit and only vindicates the facility itself. Everything about it is awkward, dredging up shit that everyone involved would just rather forget. Our friends and family hate taking the calls as much as we hate making them.
But the counselors insist. So we do it, hoping that it’s just one more step toward earning back our freedom. Independence becomes a romantic notion when you’re locked away from the rest of the world. At first it breeds rebellion, then determination, yearning, resolve. It’s something to hold onto, a sh
ining star in the twilight that you wish on as you recall only the good things about what being outside those walls was like. But as you move closer to it, you understand it’s all just a burning ball of gas that consumes everything it touches. You’re heading toward a light so bright it’s a wonder it hasn’t made you blind already. And once you realize what freedom is—a crushing aloneness, even when you’re surrounded by people—you start to avoid it. You adapt to your walls, your cell, your enforced routines.
And that, the facilities decide in all their learned wisdom, is when you’re ready to go home.
The car stopped and I opened my eyes again, blinking against the sunbeams filtering through the canopy of trees above. They were old oak, gnarled and reaching, their boughs plagued by Spanish Moss that stretched toward the ground like giant tears. They had deep roots in the land that spread like a vast ocean on each side of the unpaved drive past the wrought iron gates and wrapped around a manse that looked more like it belonged in Antebellum Louisiana than it did anywhere else.
