by Selena Kitt
He reached around and grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back, forcing her breasts to jut forward, her shoulder blades folding like wings as he rammed his dick home. He pulled hard, hands wrapped around her wrists, using her whole body as leverage, working his cock between the wet, swollen, aching folds of her flesh.
“Give it to me!” She moaned, writhing, squirming back against him, nearly bent in half now, her cheek against the bench. “Give me all of it, Daddy! Take that pussy! Make it yours!”
“Holy fuck,” he groaned. She was afraid, at first, he might stop when she reminded them both exactly what was happening here, but her words had the opposite effect. If she thought she was being fucked hard before, she was in for a surprise when he whirled her around and lifted her in his arms as easily as if he were picking up a child.
“Daddy!” Her eyes widened as he thrust up with perfect aim and impaled her on his pole, the head of his cock buried so deep she thought she could feel it somewhere near her navel.
“Did I hurt you, baby?” He had her pinned to the tile, spread like a butterfly.
“No!” She wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, rolling her hips, feeling his dick hitting every part of her inside.
Fiona slipped a hand behind his neck, kissing him deeply, sucking on his tongue, drawing it into her mouth. He grunted at her response, beginning to thrust, which made her moan and break the kiss just so she could take a breath.
“That’s so good,” she murmured, biting at his thick neck, the solid hunk of flesh of his shoulder. “Your cock feels so fucking good!”
“Oh baby, you’re so tight,” he moaned, his hands gripping her ass as he fucked her higher and higher up the wall. “So motherfucking tight…”
“It gets tighter,” she assured him, squeezing her muscles, making him cry out as if he were in pain. “And tighter.”
She did it again, harder this time, satisfied by the deep, guttural growl he gave her, the faster, deeper thrusts, completely out of control. He fucked her like an animal, driving her higher, higher, literally and figuratively. Her back slid up the tile as Bryan stepped up onto the shower bench. Fiona’s head nearly touched the ceiling and she swore he was going to fuck her into oblivion, all the way to the heavens.
“Oh baby, I can’t stop it,” he groaned when he felt the first flutter of her pussy around him, her climax imminent. “I’m going to come!”
“Yes!” she cried, teetering on the precipice. “Come for me, Daddy! Fill me with all that hot fucking cum! I want it—give it all to me!”
He let out a low groan, shuddering into her and burying himself to the hilt, grinding deep, their bodies stuck together in a quivering, wet mass. Fiona’s orgasm made her tremble, her ears ringing, pussy snapping around his throbbing cock again and again, milking every sweet blast of his cum from his tightly-drawn-up sac. They both cried out in unison, riding the frantic wave of pleasure, blooming fast and then exploding deep within. As she came back down, tiny pulses of pleasure still shaking her to her core, Bryan slowly let her go, their bodies sliding down the tile until he was standing, still holding her close. .
His scruffy cheek against hers, he pulled her into the spray of water. Sitting on the floor, his arms around her, he pulled her down onto his lap. Yanking her soaked t-shirt from her, he then stripped her of her bra before curling her into his arms under the water. Their eyes forced closed by the warm flow of water as her head came to rest against his chest, he kissed her cheek as he rocked her. Having moved so swiftly from rough to loving, she took a moment just to feel him so close, skin to skin.
“I don’t know whether to apologize or thank you,” he said, his voice low but soft in her ear.
“You don’t have to do either.” She snuggled into him, luxuriating in his naked flesh. “I’ve wanted you for so long. You mean the world to me—you raised me, loved me, when my mother couldn’t.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead, sighing. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t… we shouldn’t…”
“Don’t you dare!” She pulled back to look at him, glaring. “Don’t you dare reject me again! I can’t… please… I know you want me. I know you love me. I can feel it.”
She put her hand on his chest, over the slow, steady beat of his heart. Resting, it was as low as sixty beats a minute. The man was in better shape than some teenagers she knew.
“Fiona, I…” He shook his head, meeting her eyes, and she saw what she wanted there. If only he would say it. “Oh hell. Yes, sweetheart. Yes. I love you. I want you. I do. I’ve denied myself so long…”
“You don’t have to deny it anymore.” She pressed herself fully against him, straddling, feeling his cock, still slick and half-hard, trapped between them. “She might not have wanted you, but I do. I can take it. Everything, anything you want to do to me, I can take it all.”
“Anything?” He raised his eyebrows. “That sounds like a challenge, little lady.”
“It is.” She stood up then, completely naked before him, round breasts heaving, stomach tight, ass clenched. “Take me any way you want, wherever you want, however you want. Not only can I take it, but I want it. I love it. I’m not a pussy and you know it. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a grown woman and I can match you, Sarge. So yeah, it is a fucking challenge.”
An odd sound, a grunt mixed with a growl, more animal snarl than human noise, erupted from him his throat as he stood, making her instantly feel like prey. Both fully exposed and unashamed, facing each other, he roughly grabbed her arm and led her from the shower, hitting the button that shut the multi-nozzled showerhead down.
He threw a big burgundy towel at her. Unsure, unable to read his face, she took it and began to dry, following his lead as he did the same.
“You think you can take me?” he asked as he towel-dried his now-growing erection. “You’ve no idea what I want—my appetite, my needs.”
“I have some idea.” She nodded toward the shower where they’d just fucked like animals as she roughly moved her towel over her breasts, mimicking him. “And I think you underestimate me.”
Letting the towel drop to the floor, she slid her hands over her stomach, moving one to her breast, the other to her mound. He watched, a light in his eyes, as she squeezed fiercely, pinching her clit with one hand, her nipple with the other.
“Not only can take it, I want it.” She hissed the words this time, her voice hitching as the pain turned to pleasure, making her tremble with her need, to be taken by force. No man had ever taken her the way Bryan had. It hadn’t exhausted or sated her. It had simply made her crave more.
“Game on then,” he growled, right before he scooped her up in his arms.
With long strides, he walked them into the bedroom and literally dropped her onto the bed. Her body hit the mattress and bounced, shaking her tits just slightly as she held her ground, returning his steely stare. His erection jumped when she let her knees fall open to him, a dare. He pounced, big hands gripping her inner thighs, pressing her into a full, wide open stretch, so far she felt the burn, a taut ache.
She let out a moan, but it wasn’t a cry of pain, as he lowered his mouth and literally began to eat her. His tongue swiped flat along her folds—she was hairless all over, completely waxed to avoid chafing when she worked out—sometimes trying to push inside her, sometimes licking up her juices. He sucked her wet, swollen pussy lips into his mouth, biting, getting rougher with her, encouraged by her blissful mews and howls of pleasure.
He kept her spread wide open, knees out to the side in a parallel stretch. Her body began to sing, her clit throbbing. He seemed to know what she wanted as he sucked it into his mouth, spanking it with his tongue. Fiona was stretched so tightly she felt like she might snap, like a guitar string wound too tight.
“You like that?” He stopped his clitoral tongue-abuse for just a moment to ask. “You want more!”
“Yes!” she cried, squirming under the press of his hands. He had her pinned, she couldn’t move. “Oh fuc
k, yes! Lick me! Lick my wet pussy!”
“Mmmm.” His eyes lit up as he backed away just slightly, his hands sliding up to her knees. Her thighs burned from the stretch she’d been in for so long. “You want my mouth?”
“Yes!” she panted, arching her hips up toward him. He stood beside the bed, looking down at her. “More! Please!”
“Meet my mouth.” He leaned in, tongue lashing, parting her swollen labia, back and forth. “Come on. Higher.”
Fiona’s hips rose to meet his mouth as he moved up a little more. Then a little more. She moaned, rocking up and up, straining, until her hips were as high as they could possibly be, her whole body tense and trembling.
“Fuck! More!” She growled. “Lick it!”
“Backbend,” he instructed. “Full backbend. Do it. Now.”
“Bryan!” She groaned, but she arched and bent her elbows, planting her hands on the firm mattress and rising up into a full arch, her wet hair grazing the bed.
“Good girl!” he murmured his appreciation, and then he showed it to her, hands gripping her ass, helping keep her up, as he fastened his mouth over her mound. She moaned and shuddered, body drawn taut, the blood rushing to her head in its upside down stance—what blood she had left circulating that wasn’t gathered in the swollen folds of her sex.
Bryan’s mouth clamped around her, sucking and licking and biting all of her, relentlessly until she broke. Finally, finally, her climax ripped through her and she screamed as she came, her hips pushing against his mouth, fucking his face, until the last contraction had passed. She ached all over and her body threatened to collapse, but Bryan kept his hands on her ass, kneading her taut flesh.
“Don’t move.”
Oh fuck. Her head swam, black dots appearing in her vision, but she stayed in the backbend, her limbs trembling.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” He moved to stand at the end of the bed, looking at her, head cocked, his erection throbbing in his fist as he pumped it up and down.
She fought the urge to collapse, left herself like that, upside down, surrendered and completely vulnerable to him.
“I told you I could take you,” she walked her legs closer to her hands, increasing the stretch even if it made her feel dizzy. “You need someone like me.”
“Come here.” Bryan grinned as she slowly, gracefully unfolded herself, sitting up on the edge of the bed to look at him. She was face to face with his cock, and it made her mouth water.
“I said, come here.” He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, giving her ass a hard slap as he walked them into the living room. She squealed and laughed, but she wasn’t laughing when he plopped down onto the couch.
She’d barely caught her breath when he pulled her down onto his lap. As she straddled him, his cock came to rest, heavy against her stomach. Inspired, she scraped a nail down over it. He bucked and hissed, grabbing a handful of her hair. She, in turn, grabbed his cock, giving it a few harsh pumps before she lifted herself just enough to push him into her wetness.
“Damn, girl.” He gave her hair another tug.
She smiled, moving up and down on him, wanting him, needing him, deep inside her again. Her hands went to his shoulders for support and his moved to grab her breasts. Squeezing and kneading, sometimes pinching her erect buds, the sensations shot straight from nipples to her throbbing clit. She moved her own hand between her thighs, pushing the pads of her fingers to stroke that aching little nub of flesh.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said as he watched her touch herself, her flat stomach tight, not an ounce of extra flesh on her. She saw him watching her circle her clit, right at the top of her bare cleft. She was wet from his mouth, her clit sensitive, but she still wanted more.
“Let me.” He pushed her backwards, hands sliding down her ribcage, her waist, pressing back and back until she was parallel to the floor, stretched out over his legs, his cock still buried deep inside her. Her head rested against the coffee table and she had to use all her core muscles to stay in that position as his fingers spread her, thumb circling her clit.
But she didn’t just stay there. She grabbed the couch cushions in her fists for leverage and rolled her hips, It wasn’t easy in this position, but she managed to grind herself against him, round and round, satisfied when she heard him moan and pump his hips up in response.
“You little minx.” He rubbed her clit back and forth, around and around. “I’m going to make you come for me, sweet girl.”
“You better,” she gasped, biting her lip and seeing stars. “Oh fuck! Ohhhh yess!”
“Like that?” He circled and circled, the same motion, faster, faster. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy!” she cried, arching and letting go of the cushions so she could squeeze her nipples, sending shooting sparks of pleasure to her clit. “Ohhh yes! Daddy, I’m going to come for you! Make me come all over your big cock, Daddy!”
“Do it!” he cried, spanking her pussy with his fingers now, grinding into her clit with his palm. “Come for me! Come, baby! Come for Daddy!”
That did it. Her orgasm shook her so hard the contractions tore through her stomach, making it ripple and writhe as she sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck, riding the waves like a surfer, fast and hard, completely balanced even as everything was out of control. She came all over his engorged cock, her pussy tightening again and again, making him moan and grit his teeth.
“Daddy’s going to fuck you so hard, baby girl!” He let out a low growl as he removed her from his cock and set her on the coffee table like she weighed nothing at all.
She sat there, dazed, breathless, shaking her head to try to pull it together. Her climax was still shuddering through her.
“On your knees, grunt,” he commanded, reaching down to smack the side of her hip. “Table. Now.”
She moved fast to obey, grabbing a pillow to make it a little easier on her knees, balancing on the coffee table on her knees.
“Put that ass up into the air,” he barked.
She arched her back, pushing up her ass only to have her round cheeks connect with his rough palm. A spark of heat rippled through her.
“That only makes my pussy want your cock more,” she said with a wiggle, pushing her reddened ass closer to him.
“Another challenge?” he grumbled as his hand hit her ass, big enough to hit both cheeks, rough enough to cause a hot friction and a nice sting.
She stayed strong, barely moving each time he spanked her. Only a few smacks later, he moved his arms around her waist, pushing his erection deep inside her. God, the man had perfect aim. Keeping her ass slightly raised with one arm under her waist, he rode her even harder than in the shower, if that was even possible. His cock plundered, taking what it wanted, and so did he. There was no holding back, just a complete letting go.
Fiona arched her back, pussy throbbing as he pounded deep, deeper still, his hands gripping her hips. He liked this position and so did she. She loved the feeling of him behind her, the slick smack of their bodies as they fucked, the way he could get as deep inside her as possible. But she wanted more still. She wanted to see him, watch his cock impale her.
“Wait, wait!” she cried.
“You give up?” he snorted, sounding smug.
“No.” She snorted, shifting forward and sliding off his cock. She climbed down off the coffee table and stretched out on the rug in front of the fire, reaching her arms out for him. “Come here!”
“What do you want?” He knelt between her legs, his eyes bright in the firelight as she grasped him in her fist, pumping him fiercely.
“I want to watch you fuck me, Daddy.”
He groaned at her words as she aimed him, lifting her hips to meet his thrust as he slipped into her wet hole. She welcomed him with a snug, heated squeeze, arching her back, showing him her body in the firelight. He looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her rounded breasts, nipples hard, pursed, belly tight and smooth, the dip of her waist, hip bones like wings,
a sweet V leading to the bare crest of her mound.
Fiona gripped his biceps, digging her nails in as he began to move again. She lifted her head so she could watch her stepfather fuck her, his shaft thick and red, swollen with the blood pumping through his veins, parting the pink labyrinth of her sex. He stayed propped above her, watching too, the place where they were joined. Each driving thrust brought them closer and closer to climax.
“Oh Fiona, you feel so good,” he groaned, moving faster, deeper. “You make Daddy’s cock so fucking hard.”
“I know.” She licked her lips. “I love your big cock in me, Daddy. I’ve wanted it for so long. So very long.”
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, biting his own lip. “Look at that. Look at Daddy’s cock going into your hot little pussy.”
“Mmmm, yes,” she agreed, looking down at his shaft disappearing between her legs, and then lifting her eyes to meet his gaze. “I love it. I love the way you fuck me.”
It wasn’t rough now, but tender, and still, so fucking hot. The friction building between them rose higher and higher as they panted, working for it together. She’d spent hours working out with this man, pushing her body to its limits, and here she was doing it again, with a far bigger payoff than an endorphin rush.
“Are you Daddy’s girl.” His eyes searched hers. “Are you mine, Fiona? Say it!”
“Yes!” She lifted her hips to meet his, reaching down to feel him entering her. “I’m yours, Daddy. I’m your girl. My pussy is all yours. Take it. Take me. Oh God, Daddy, please, make me come for you!”
Her clit throbbed under her fingertips as he groaned and redoubled his efforts, hips moving all on their own, without thought or consciousness. They were joined together, two becoming one. They weren’t just man and woman anymore, father and daughter, they were something primal, animal. They weren’t having sex, they were sex. They weren’t fucking—they were fuck. Pure, raw, animal fuck.
“Fuccckkkkkk!” The word ripped from his throat and he plowed into her flesh like he could split her apart with his cock. “Ohhh fuck! I’m going to come!”
