by Alexis Angel
I’m belting out his name in breathy shouts, desperate for this sensation to never end. “Dominic,” I say his name finally as I sink my fingernails into his shoulder blades, desperate to gain purchase when I feel at once like I’m being utterly impaled and my next orgasm is so close that it feels like I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces. “Fuuuuck, I’m cumming!” I cry out again. I’m shaking violently, held down by his hands so I don’t rattle out of this reality.
I think I can actually feel my whole body drain, there’s so much cum and sweat exiting me that I’m damn near instantly dehydrated. My throat is scorched with a dryness and I’m pelted with arousal so hard that I can hardly get from one inhale to the next, or find my sense to exhale. My fingertips push up so I’m pressing the pads of my fingers into where my nails dug. The release brings the faintest copper scent to the air of where I dug into him. It feels so primal. I rub where I dug, feeling the heat between us and breathing deep the scent of sex-soaked air around us. I lean back, rolling my shoulders out as my tits bounce wildly, and I watch Dominic follow my breasts.
His mouth closes over one of my breasts and he sucks so hard I gasp at the intensity of the sensation. I ride that wave of pleasure into another ripple of orgasm that makes me shiver now. My hands drop lower, now palms flat against Dominic’s chest. I feel his heartbeat and his breathing. I breathe in time with him as his hands stroke up and down my arms. He’s kissing my breasts now and I’m moaning low at the feel of him all around me. The beat sort of dropped on us, and what was fast and intense is getting slow, but no less incredible. I take deep breaths and the sensation pools through my body in supersonic waves. The whole universe is compressed and expanded in every inch of his cock twitching inside of me.
Dominic’s mouth travels to the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. His hands fall against my back and he pulls me against him.
I roll my hips and sink him deep into me. I feel him, steel hard, about to cum. I want to feel that hot load in me. I pull my hands up to lock them together behind his neck.
Never have I felt so close to someone. Something has shifted between us and I’m lost now. How can I feel like this? I’m not drunk anymore. The only buzz in me is this sensation symphony playing louder than any thoughts I’ve ever had. I want to be able to lose myself in this moment.
Dominic growls into my neck. “I can’t wait a second longer to cum inside you, again, baby girl.” His teeth sink into my skin and his cock starts throbbing violently against my insides; a fraction of a second later and he erupts, hot loads of cum filling me up so hot, so fast. I feel how much he’s shot out, so much it's rolling out of my shivering pussy and down my thighs.
My pussy clenches around him, milking out the seed he’s giving me with every last ounce of energy in me. I’m at once exhausted and exhilarated. “Fill me up, daddy, please,” I moan against his skin, falling against him and squeezing him tighter. I’m shaking with the little aftershocks of my orgasm fluttering through my pussy walls from how intense I'm gripping Dominic’s cock.
I close my lips around his skin, kissing softly, needing to touch him like this. Something tender. I’ve never cum like this, much less more than once with such intensity, and it has me feeling vulnerable. But the way that Dominic commands my body, I feel somehow safer than I ever have.
Dominic’s tongue trails up my neck and to my ear, where he starts to kiss my earlobe and then nibble on it. I’m so sensitive from everything that’s happened that I’m shivering wildly at this simple tease. His arms stabilize me, keep me in his hold so that he can deliciously torment with every touch of his tongue against my skin. When his tongue moves, the air hits my skin for just a second. I get a chill and then the iciness turns to fire when his tongue flicks over the skin again. His hands wrap even tighter around me, coiling like a boa constrictor and capturing me in his arms so tight that I can barely breathe. My nipples press against his chest and their grazing feel against the hard wall of his chest.
Dominic’s hands in my hair pull back my face and he brings me back to kiss him. His cock is still inside me and my clit twitches sharply and is over sensitized when his lips close over mine. Stars explode behind my eyes and I moan into his mouth. His tongue sweeps over mine and his passion eats my own, devours it and rebirths it with exponential intensity. We kiss forever and I think perhaps I’m stuck in this moment for eternity and I’m more than okay with that.
When he slowly releases my lip, returns his tongue to his own mouth, I find the ability to breathe again in slow motion. My eyelids flutter open and I look at his face. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. He’s devastatingly good-looking, the face and body of a man who could own my soul and all he has to do is look in my direction. That gaze cages my senses and my good sense, and locks me up and hides the key to my freedom.
I mean, I didn’t know fucking could be so intense. My legs are still shaking when he sweeps them to the side. Dominic lies down and I swoop into the crook of his arm, pressing my face against his chest. I listen to his heartbeat, breathe the expensive scent of him—masculinity, power, and something like the woods at midnight. The beach at dusk. His scent is a feeling to me; he lingers in my mind as a desire I ache for and barely recognize because it's so mysterious like the beauty within nature.
Though I can feel the tiredness sweeping through my body now — after the emotional exhaustion of the day, and then the physical exertion, it certainly should be, but I want so badly to stay awake. I want to listen to his heartbeat. Feel the rise and fall of his chest for the whole night and think about nothing but the erotic metronome of his constant existence. I have never felt this attached to simple biology in another person. Not my shitty boyfriend of five years. Not any of my first crushes.
Well, alright, let me tell you a little secret: Dominic was my first real crush. When I was eighteen, hormones raging through me every minute of the day, it was simply impossible to not feel attracted to a man like Dominic. Because he isn’t a man, he’s a God among men. And here I am, melting like butter in a skillet, pressed so tight against him you’d think I was trying to save him from a tornado.
I wonder what Dominic is thinking, but I dare not ask. His lips kiss the top of my head. His fingers stroke my hair. We’re caught in time, stuck in a moment where consequences and reality don’t matter. There’s a heavy load of shit we’ll have to deal with later, I know that. I know he realizes this too.
But I sure as hell don’t want to talk about it right now, and neither does he. My eyelids droop heavier and the pull of sleep is almost completely overwhelming me and I know that I’ve got to let myself fall asleep. That tiny tremor of reality threatens to torture me from any rest, but I'm just plain spent. My body needs the release of sleep to thoroughly evacuate the earlier tensions from today.
Because adding onto my stress and thinking about how I literally let my father figure fuck me. How I begged him, seduced him, and let a few words be the go-ahead for me to sleep with someone who used to be married to my mother…
Okay, fuuuuuuck, there’s just no way that I can think about that right now. My body is tired, my mind won’t relent to anything but sleep.
The sound of Dominic’s breathing is the last thing I hear before butterfly wings flutter behind my mind and drag me off to a dreamless sleep. The scent and feel of him surrounds me and I can’t think about right, wrong, or anything, but this feels good.
I feel safe.
40
Dominic
I wake up to a bright sunlight filtering through the curtains into the bedroom. What…? This isn’t my…
Oh.
I’m at the Carlyle Hotel. Which means…
I roll over and…
Yup. That’s my stepdaughter. Or, I guess, my ex-stepdaughter. Which is good, because if I were still married to her mother, we’d both be fucked. Mary would not take me cheating on her with her daughter well, and for obvious reasons.
But I’m not married to her mom, and I did fuck Mary's daughter
and oh God, she’s so damn young. There’s something about her being asleep that makes her look even more young this morning—a child, really—and I'm 45 and I cannot be fucking women who are only 26.
Heather is her same age.
Which, I’ll admit, is not much of a consolation. I broke things off with Heather because she was too young, too childish. I need someone who is a little more mature.
Plus, I really did just want a fuck buddy. That was all Heather was supposed to be. She knew that from day one. She just didn’t get the memo. Or more appropriately, lost it on purpose. I should’ve known she wouldn’t be able to just enjoy a raunchy sex life with me for the hell of it.
Daphne, on the other hand…
I gently stroke the hair away from her face, unable to keep my hands off her for another moment. Last night was amazing, but in ways that I’ve never felt before. Usually, when a night is amazing, it’s because the woman let me do something really naughty—a threesome. Or fuck her up the ass. Or whatever.
But I didn’t need that with Daphne last night. Not that I’d be against it if it came up between us, but I don’t need it with her. Just her being her was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
She’s probably going to go to Mary and tell her what happened, though. Oh God, Mary is going to kill me. I fucked her daughter. She’s going to string me up by my balls.
My only defense—I didn’t force Daphne, she’s the one who invited me up here—isn’t a great one.
C’mon, do you really think Mary will care?
Nope, not even a little bit.
Fuuuuccccckkkkk…
I’m so screwed.
Daphne starts to stir beneath my hand, and I freeze. Maybe if I sneak out of the bed, throw on my clothes, and get out of the hotel room before she fully wakes up, she won’t have proof I was here and she can think that the whole thing was an alcohol-fueled dream. If it ever comes up later, I can just give her a blank stare and tell her to lay off the alcohol.
This is totally a doable plan. I just have to get my ass out of this bed without waking her up.
I start to slowly lift the covers, trying to slide to the edge of the bed without jiggling Daphne, when her eyes open with a soft flutter.
Shit.
“Good morning,” she says with a sleepy smile. I force a smile back at her, my mind racing. What do I—
“Oh, and what do we have here?” she asks with a sleepy-but-naughty smile, as she reaches out and grabs my morning wood. I’d been doing a damn good job of ignoring how happy my dick had been to see her this morning, but having her soft hands on it have made it come roaring to life.
“That’s nice…” she murmurs, and begins running her hand up and down my massive dick, biting her lip as she looks up at me. “Real nice. I think I should greet it good morning too, don’t you?”
Before I can say anything, she’s diving underneath the covers and her lips have closed over my dick. I groan with pleasure as her warm, wet mouth begins sliding up and down my dick, enthusiastic noises drifting up to me.
Okay, so maybe this is okay after all. She begins moaning loudly, struggling and failing to take me fully into her mouth. But hell, I’m enjoying how hard she’s trying. I lay back on the bed, letting her work her mouth up and down my dick.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.
41
Dominic
I thought that work would somehow help me forget about Daphne, even if just for a few hours. Of course, I should've realized that that’s an impossible task. I just fucked my stepdaughter, for God’s sake; it isn’t like I picked up some random girl from the bar! And, more than that, it was the best fucking sex of my entire life. After something like this, I was an idiot for thinking that work would help me unwind.
Right now, sitting at my desk with a tall stack of legal briefings to go through, I find my mind drifting off to the sweet memories I made with Daphne last night… and this morning as well. God, and to think that I was about to sneak out of the hotel room. Thankfully, she woke up before I could do so.
For a fraction of a second, I thought that she’d realize we had done something wrong and sinful, something that would make her despise me until the end of time… Instead, she reached for me with her sweet lips and wrapped them around my cock, getting me hard before I could even process what the hell was happening. And, once that happened, I forgot all about sneaking out of the room. Instead, I surrendered to her ways and made sin and lust my weapons.
Reprising last night’s performance, we fucked until both our bodies were drenched in sweat, our muscles taut and pulsing from exhaustion. Lying in bed with her by my side, the sweet scent of sex lingering in the air, I realized that in her I found something I had been looking for all my life, even if I didn’t know it before.
I can’t even begin to tell you how hard it was to get up from that bed and to get dressed, knowing that I had a full day of work ahead of me. For a moment, I almost thought of calling my secretary and telling her to clear my schedule for the day, but then I got a hold of myself. I need to keep my head above my shoulders, or else I’ll spin out of control faster than you can snap your fingers.
Thing is, sitting here in my office while I try to read through a pile of documents, I realize that I’ve already spun out of control. And it started to happen the moment I found her at the bar, her delicate and tender voice wrapping itself around my very soul and shutting down every ounce of rationality inside of me.
How I wish she was here right now, that devious smile on her lips, my name on her mouth… I’d push everything on my desk to the floor and I’d have her right here and now. Sigh. Unfortunately, I don’t have magical powers, and I can’t conjure her to appear right in front of me; so, instead of having her naked body at my mercy in here, all I have is a mountain of briefings to go through.
I lean back against my chair and sigh once more. Each time I look at the papers in front of me the letters seem to dance before my eyes, sentences turning into something not even a linguist would be able to read. I just can’t function. I guess that not only did she drain me of my cum, she also drained me of intellect. And you know what? It’s a fair trade-off.
Stretching, I place my hands on the back of my head and lock my fingers together, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Behind my shut eyelids, the memories of last night come alive once more.
Do you have any idea how I felt when holding that envelope in my hand, an invitation delicately written on its front? And when I opened it, the maddening smell of her wetness in her drenched thong … My heart almost exploded then and there. And even though I was afraid I might find Heather instead of Daphne, deep down I knew that the woman waiting for me upstairs would be none other than my own stepdaughter.
You’re probably thinking that I’m a bad man, aren’t you? Maybe I should've closed the envelope and marched out of the bar without looking back. Maybe I should have kept my head above my shoulders. I know all that, and I know how the fact that I fucked my stepdaughter, a woman much younger than me, makes me look.
Fuck all that.
Yeah, you read it right. I’m sorry, but I don’t care what you or anyone thinks of this. I’ve never met a woman like her, and I couldn’t turn my back on an opportunity like that without regretting it for the rest of my life. I rather regret the things I do rather than the things I don’t.
Slowly, I open my eyes as I feel my cock twitching inside my pants, boiling blood rushing to it and making it hard. You’d think that my cock would be exhausted after such an intense night (and morning), but you’d be wrong. I don’t tire easily. Still, it isn’t like me to get hard during working hours; I usually know how to draw a line between business and pleasure. I guess Daphne came and blurred that line.
Going up to my feet, I walk across my office and, fishing a small key out of my pocket, I slide it inside the lock on the door and turn it. I stop for a few seconds, just staring emptily at the door. Am I really doing this? Locking myself inside a room
like some horny teenager? This isn’t like me. But then I remember how her lips tasted…
Oh, well.
Strutting back to my chair, I sink down on it and run my tongue between my lips. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and slide one hand down my stomach and to the bulging shape now tenting my pants. Massaging my cock, I let it become even harder as I submit to the burning need that has taken over both my mind and body.
Remembering how it felt to push Daphne’s skirt and thong down her legs, her naked body revealing itself for the first time, I finally let go of my cock and start unbuckling my belt. I hold my breath as I do it, my cock pulsing hard against the fabric that holds it down. Unzipping my pants, my cock pushes even harder against my boxer briefs, tenting them as a pole and threatening to rip my underwear into shreds. Before that can happen, I raise my ass from the chair a few inches and pull both my pants and boxer briefs down to my knees, my cock springing free in a heartbeat, drops of pre-cum already glistening on its tip.
I’m really doing this, I think to myself as I reach for my cock, slowly curling my fingers around my thick shaft. Closing my eyes once more, I imagine that it’s Daphne’s hand on my cock, her delicate small fingers struggling to grab it. Oh, I’d pay good money for that to be true right now.
Moving as if my body can only do it in slow motion, I start flicking my wrist, stroking my cock with the patience of someone who wants this moment to last forever. Because, if there’s anything half as good as enjoying Daphne’s body, it’s imagining I’m enjoying it. Sure, it pales in comparison to the real thing, but it’s better than anything else. To be honest with you, I doubt that the hottest woman in the world could make me forget about Daphne right now. I wouldn’t even look twice at her; I’d just go back to my loyal hand and to my imagination. It’s kinda sad when I say it like that, but it doesn’t make it any less true.