Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  She shifted in her seat before standing up in her bare feet, feeling so small even though he still sat.

  Bethany wasn’t sure if it was the practice that forced the words out of her, the alcohol lowering her inhibitions, or just the sight of his growing arousal, but she finally failed to restrain that innocent purr. “Why don’t you take my towel, daddy?”

  With casual confidence he laid his drink aside,and reached over for her, those big strong arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her in towards him. “That’s not all I’ll take,” he growled to her, a bold grin on his face as he both yanked away her protection and pulled her in between his thighs at once.

  Once he saw what laid beneath he froze, that big grin stuck on his face as he stared at her in his arms. His beautiful young girl, even more busty and curvaceous than her mother, bare in his embrace. Leaning between his thick, powerful thighs.

  “Baby,” he said breathlessly, his intense blue eyes wide as he stared in dumbstruck awe.

  She could feel it against her thigh: that throbbing growth of his manhood expanding.

  She liked that she’d shocked him, but still she squirmed under his gaze, so needy for... him. For him to take her. For him to be hers.

  Bethany didn’t shield herself from him, though, and tried to sit as nonchalantly as she could. “Surprise,” she said softly, her thigh pressing into his masculinity.

  Her father was never caught off guard for long. Never.

  And as she sat there upon his lap, her legs dangling over one thigh as he held her in his grasp, he lifted one hand and cupped a breast. Feeling her smooth, nubile flesh in his palm, caressed it with one thumb. And with it she felt that impressive, snaking growth of his cock throb fuller, harder against her, looking about ready to tear through his tight shorts.

  When his thumb grazed her pink, sensitive nipple, he licked his lower lip. “You wanted this,” he pointed out, bereft of any tone of questioning. It was fact, and he was already taking advantage of it as he hefted her heavy mound and stroked it tenderly.

  “Of course,” she whispered, her lips so close to his face. She couldn’t believe it. She’d wanted him for so, long but she’d been so afraid to act on it, and now here he was, caressing her, his thumb toying with her achingly hard nipple.

  It was so wrong that he’d react this way. That’s why she’d always been so afraid.

  But then again, he was right. Out here, nothing was illegal.

  Maybe nothing had to be off limits, either.

  Her father’s piercing blue eyes roamed over her bare flesh, soaking in her whole, nude body as he continued to fondle her. “God,” he said a bit breathlessly, “you look even better than your mother when…” He trailed off, lost in her beauty before his eyes met hers again.

  It wasn’t often her father, the powerful man he was, got caught without words, and he tightened his hold on her before leaning in. His own lips pressed to hers as his eyes shut and he kissed her in a way no father ever should, his tongue invading her mouth as he pulled his daughter tighter against his chest.

  But she kissed back even hungrier, her breath hot and her tongue lashing against his as she began to grind lewdly in his lap. She needed him so bad, and her hand dropped between them, exploring him so bravely across his white shorts.

  He was a large man, in every respect. He lived large, and his cock fit snugly in her hand. It bulged at her touch, pushing out her fingers with its heated girth as she caressed that length.

  All the while he kissed her, lifting her up as he stood, cradling her in his arms with as much ease as when she was a young girl.

  “Come on,” he said huskily in between smacks of their moist lips. He looked ahead, his handsome face so chiseled with determination as he carried her in through the large resort building, back towards the master bedroom.

  The servants had already packed their things for them, and that massive king sized bed lay waiting as he carried her over to it, gently draping her body upon its rich sheets as he gave her another long, impassioned kiss.

  Her legs spread, instinctively, and her body ached for him. She was a smart woman, modern enough to know the subtleties of her own body, and she didn’t worry that sex with him would hurt. Even if it was her first, real time. Playing with those small time boys was just practice for daddy, they always had been.

  She’d never let them take daddy’s prize.

  Instead, she offered herself up to him, and reveled in his hard body. It felt even better than it looked, and she wanted to see more.

  She watched as those hard pecs bulged further and those thick abs flexed as he began to undo his shorts. “How did you know,” he began, another button popping open and she could see his blonde pubic hair, “the one thing daddy wanted,” his eyes glued to her cunny as he peeled away the shorts and let his thick, meaty cock unfurl from its confines, throbbing out so thick and full, “but couldn’t have?”

  He moved so smoothly, so fluidly, but he was upon her in what seemed like a pounce, one arm over her shoulder to rest against the mound of cushions behind her as his dick jutted out, veins protruding as that immense girth bobbed wantonly.

  Her heart swelled, but this was no time for romance. She needed him too badly and her hand went down to his cock, tugging back the foreskin. Her thumb gathered a bead of precum, teasing it down his swollen length.

  She couldn’t believe this was happening. This felt like one of her fantasies, and before she could stop herself she was already whispering, “I saved myself for you.”

  Those five simple words brought such a triumphant grin to her father’s face, and another hot, pulsing throb to his dick as she held it. He gave her another passionate kiss, let her fondle his turgid manhood a moment long before he broke off and angled himself downwards nearer to her quim.

  “Now I have everything,” he said, his voice a low, husky growl, so laced with passion as he cupped a breast in his free hand, only needing the one strong limb to hold himself up, letting him fondle her thick, supple mound as she guided him towards her slit.

  She was so wet and she teased herself on that cock, bringing the swollen helm up over her clit and letting him brush against her metal piercing. It sent a small jolt through her, and she repeated the motion, squirming so eagerly.

  She couldn’t remember a time she was ever so soaking wet, her juices fragrant in the air as she teased herself on his cock.

  None of it went unnoticed by her father, who looked down at the mess of glistening wetness, then the glint of that metal piercing. “Such a dirty girl,” he growled lowly as his bulging purple crown was used by her hand to tease herself. “I’ll have to punish you for getting that without permission later,” he said before lunging in, kissing her deeply, with a mad, passionate love before he broke the hold of her hand and merely stabbed his cock into her.

  That broad manhood thrust into her slick little cunt, opening it so wide, stretching her walls wider than they’d ever gone before as he bottomed out within her. Her narrow depths overcome by sheer force and the volume of her slick fluids.

  And it was magnificent.

  She knew this was real. It had to be, for not even in her fantasies had it felt so good to be impaled by her father. He filled her so fully, and it made her entire body feel alive. Her long legs wrapped around him and for a moment it was too much, her vision clouding over with the intense sensation, but she didn’t shy away from it.

  She wanted more.

  Her father’s head arched back and he gave such a delicious, loud cry of pleasure. His gravelly voice filling the whole of the resort house as he felt her narrow cunny walls clench around him. Conforming to the bulging shape of his shaft as she formed such a perfectly narrow sleeve around him.

  He squeezed one of her heavy tits as pulled back, dragging her cunny walls with him and evoking a gasp from Bethany as her pussy seemed to try and pull him back inside. All the while a low moan escaping his throat until just the crown of his exquisite dick remained in her, and he thrust again, hi
s balls slapping noisily to her ass beneath as he began to fuck her.

  “Oh fuck Bethany,” he ground out as his stunningly built physique shifted, muscles bulging and twitching as he took her at long last.

  The luxurious bed teased her skin, and already she felt so hot, so strange. Her fingers went between their hard bodies, flicking against that piece of jewellery and moaning loudly in response. It was even more intense, and her calves tightened around his toned ass.

  “You don’t think this is wrong?” she panted out, still dazed that this was really happening, her mind a fuzzy haze of alcohol and lust.

  Every thrust of his cock into her made her heavy tits jiggle atop her chest, and he lunged in, biting and kissing at her neck in response to her. Only then did he mutter in his deep voice, the insistent pound of his cock continuing along its steadily rising tempo.

  “It’s so wrong sweetie, so very wrong,” he panted, his lightly tanned, hard body showing some perspiration from the warm evening and the rising pace of his rutting into his daughter. “But I’ve never let ‘wrong’ stop me from getting what I want before,” he insisted, suckling, then nibbling, her earlobe before he removed his hand from her breast and locked both of them about her wrists, pulling them up over her head and pinning them there.

  Her fingers were still glistening with her wetness and she tried grinding into him, begging him to rub that piece of metal against her clit again. Every time his hips ground into hers she jolted with pleasure, even as she squirmed, helpless beneath his strong body.

  Never had she felt so powerless, never had she given up control to another, but now he’d taken it, and she couldn’t help but get even more turned on by that.

  He was her daddy after all.

  Pinning her two arms between one of his, he slid the other down over her form. Stopping to squeeze her breast before moving across her taut tummy, then down above the slick mound of her womanhood. There his groin struck hers again and again, the pounding rising, growing faster, harder.

  He glazed over her piercing, toyed with it as he watched her through his narrow blue slits. “You’re my girl… my baby girl all grown up,” he intoned, looking upon her possessively as he made her body rock and jiggle. “The one desire I ever denied myself…” and she felt his dick swell within her from his rising arousal. “And you came crawling to me before I could even finish taking you," [cock thrust and gasp], "make you mine in every way.”

  The idea that he’d been scheming to have her sent a spasm through her body, and for a moment she wished she hadn’t been so impatient. That she could have seen what he came up with, how he envisioned it.

  But then, she could never regret this. No, everything was perfect, and her blue eyes met his, her mouth panting and groaning. He felt powerful, divine, and she squirmed just to remind herself of just how little control she had.

  Her father’s grasp tightened around her wrists, and he tweaked her little piercing as if to heighten the sense of her powerlessness before him. Those moist lips of his kissing back along her lips and jaw as he grunted and growled his desire for her.

  “I’m gonna make you scream for me, baby girl,” he said to her so darkly, and before she even realized it, he was tying her hands to the headboard. The room prepared ahead of time for bondage she only realized then. Her father’s plans all along must have been for a week of debauchery.

  Except with her mother, not her.

  Never would she trust anyone like this, to tie her up, to manipulate her body to their needs and whims. A little pit of fear in her stomach formed but then when she looked up at him again, the fear started to melt away as quickly as it came. He wouldn’t hurt her. Not seriously.

  And maybe she wanted him to, a little bit.

  The thought made her coo, and she didn’t even struggle against his binding her, not that it would have done any good. He was powerful, and broad, and her calves just drew him into her deeper.

  That only made him roar out louder, and he twisted her piercing before sliding his other hand down along her side, squeezing her breast hard then moving back up towards her slender neck. He closed his grasp around her throat and held her face in position as he leaned down, kissing her pouty lips.

  “Every time you stuck out that lower lip at me, you have no idea how much I had to resist,” he growled like a ravenous beast at her. “I wanted to bite it. Suck it. Kiss it. And you kept sticking it out at me. Taunting me all along, you little cock tease.”

  She’d never heard him talk like this before, and she felt drunk on his words, on his touch, on the way he knew just how to ignite her passions. She may have been a virgin, but she knew what she liked, and she fucking loved him. Right now, as he was, uninhibited and brimming with passion for her.

  She pouted again, as if taunting him, as she ground her hips against his eagerly.

  Her father’s hand tightened around her neck, squeezed it firmly before he lunged in and did exactly as promised. He bit her pouting lip, he sucked it, he kissed it. All as his powerful hand kept her breathing so tightly restricted, and his thumb teased her sensitive little clit to such heights amid the smacks of his groin to hers.

  Bethany was soaring to heights she could have scarcely imagined, and she couldn’t contain her pleasure anymore. Her body began to twitch and jerk, her clit ground so expertly by her father, and with the last breath she had, she cried out as she came.

  It was messy and sudden and her eyes slammed shut as she soaked his cock with her juices.

  Through the rush of her slick honey, her father pounded into her harder, hammering out a few final thrusts. “That’s,” he pounded, “daddy’s,” he grunted and hammered harder, “girl!” And with that he clamped his lips to hers and hilted himself inside her slick depths, his thick, virile cock twitching inside her depths as he unleashed his torrent of cum. So much of his potent seed flooding her depths and filling her as his powerful, muscular form shuddered atop her.

  Her arms clung around him, her nails digging into his flesh as she reveled in the sweaty warmth of their bodies. Her mind was blank and she felt so satiated, so calm beneath him. She’d finally gotten what she wanted, and now, she understood, so had he.

  When Bethany awoke the next morning, it was to the feel of the warm ocean breeze carrying in through the open doors and filtering over the bed. Her father stood on the patio in his tight white shorts, an open shirt blowing in the breeze.

  On bare feet she was able to creep up behind him silently and wrap her arms around his waist in an embrace. “Morning daddy,” she cooed affectionately.

  He reached his hands to hers, his strong grasp prying her fingers from him as he turned around.

  Her heart stopped a moment, worried that he regretted it. Though when she saw the confident smile on his face, and felt him wrap his arms around her in return, squeezing her to him, she calmed.

  “Morning sweetie,” he practically growled, his morning voice huskier and more gravelly than usual as he crushed her to him, letting his hands roam low over her round ass. “It’s about time,” was all he said before he pressed their lips together in a hard, deep kiss.

  The Billionaire’s Fertile Submissive

  Book Themes:

  BDSM, Barely Legal, and Breeding

  Word Count:

  6,880

  As my private jet landed on the small airstrip, I looked at all the warmth, the green of the land. This time of year, New York seemed ashen and grey, and compared to this tropical paradise, it might as well have been in black and white. Everything was vibrant and lush, the blue of the sky so bright, the water along the horizon a beautiful sea foam teal.

  I’d changed for the flight into a more comfortable outfit, discarding my usual suit and ties and instead opting for plain cotton pants and a half unbuttoned linen shirt. Sunglasses hid my eyes, my brown hair left a bit shaggier and wilder than its usual style.

  I was ready to relax for the first time in months. No meetings. No calls. No visits with Presidents and Prime Ministers from ar
ound the world, no expectations placed upon me at all.

  Stepping from the plane, I looked around with a sense of excitement and vigor I hadn’t had since my much younger days, and there was an extra pep in my step as I made my way towards the classic car that awaited me.

  Gleaming and a brilliant blue to match the sky, I took a second to appreciate it before I saw her.

  My prized package, all wrapped up in a gauzy dress, looking at me expectantly. She wasn’t a local — it didn’t make me feel powerful to have a poor woman with few options serve me. No, she’d been shipped in as well, an import from home. I’d ordered her as others ordered movies.

  Blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, her fit and firm body porcelain coloured.

  I couldn’t help but smile. The agency had delivered me the perfect woman, and as she made her way over to me, she seemed so small and delicate. Her head tilted and those full lips parted as she waited my first order.

  Well, that wasn’t true. My first order had been that she wasn’t to speak unless spoken to, and she was fulfilling that wonderfully.

  Pretty and demure, that lovely young woman walked up to sheepishly press against my side, as if she were longing to be my latest adornment. Such perfect white teeth in that smile, such a bright excited glimmer in her eyes. She was mine for the trip, but she didn’t look unhappy to be. Perhaps she was pleased to find out her keeper for the trip was handsome and fit, rather than the stereotype of what guy requires her services.

  Who could blame her for that bit of relief?

  I patted her on the head and motioned towards the car.

  “Get into the backseat,” I instructed slowly, as if talking to a child. She was legal, of course. I only dealt with reputable companies, after all, and ensured that there’d be no public fallout should they get wind of my excursion. But who can blame me for wanting to treat the little beauty like that?

  I turned my back on her, trusting her to do as I’d instructed as I looked to my guard and right hand man. Elliot had been with me almost since the start, and I trusted him with everything. He was already getting my suitcases, ready to load them into the trunk, but I still watched him as my pet lifted her near see-through dress and climbed into the back seat.