by Seven Rue
He growled through his teeth. “Goddammit.” Before letting go of my hair and jaw, he leaned in and put his lips on mine, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth and letting his tongue dance with mine. His tongue was so deep in my mouth that I almost choked, but that made this whole kiss even hotter.
His hand moved from my jaw down to my breasts, cupping one of them tightly in his hand. I moaned, letting him suck on my tongue and then on my bottom lip before he broke the kiss. He stood up straight, pulled my face close to his crotch before rubbing my cheek against his bulge.
“Is this what you want, baby bird? My dick?” he asked. I put both hands on the back of his legs, pushing him more into my face while I opened my mouth to try and take it into my mouth as much as I could.
I wanted his jeans gone, but I knew we didn’t have time for that. I kept rubbing my open mouth over his jeans-covered dick, while he gripped my hair tighter and let out a sigh.
“Shit, baby…such a dirty little slut,” he mumbled, then pulled at my hair and pushed me back against the couch. He reached down to cup his hard cock through his pants, squeezed it, and then shook his head.
“I need to get you alone sometime,” he said, and with no other words, he left the house.
I took a deep breath, knowing that I needed to immediately get some release. That was the closest I could get to Theodore if he wouldn’t let me get any closer to him.
Chapter Seven
Rhett
“Did Theo leave?” I asked as Birdie was crawling into my bed once again.
“Yes. He left a few minutes after you went upstairs,” she told me, and I turned to face her as she made herself comfortable next to me.
I watched her for a moment. “How come you’re sleeping in my bed again, baby bird?” I quizzed. Not that it bothered me…but she had stopped climbing into bed with me when she became a teenager.
“Because I don’t wanna be alone,” she replied sweetly, but there was a hint of mischief in her voice.
I kept my eyes on her, trying to figure out what it really was that made her want to sleep in my bed again. Sure, she was my daughter and this was normal, but it was strange that she’d crawl into my bed at seventeen.
“Right…I gotta sleep. I’ll pick you up tomorrow after work, and we’ll head to Frankfort to get Theo’s car,” I told her. She nodded with a smile, then pulled the covers up to her chin like she always did before falling asleep.
“Good night, Daddy,” she whispered, reaching out her head under the covers to put it on my chest.
“Good night, baby,” I replied.
I thought that was it for tonight. Her in my bed, and then us falling asleep. But that wasn’t the case after about half an hour. Her sweet smell wouldn’t let me sleep, and her hand was tugging at my shirt, playing with the soft fabric. She was still awake, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes closed while she teased me in a way only she could.
I knew I would never have such a reaction with any other woman. Last time I dated was about a year ago. I was too damn old to start a relationship and getting to know women was exhausting. I loved my job, and I loved Birdie. I didn’t need any more than that.
“Can’t sleep, baby bird?” I whispered, taking her hand off my chest and holding it tight while pressing it against the mattress between us.
“Not really,” she replied softly, now opening her eyes to look at me. We were quiet again. Her fingers moved under my hand, and they slowly curled around mine until our fingers were interlocked.
“Can you hold me tonight, Daddy?” she asked quietly. How was I supposed to turn her down if she asked me something like that? I couldn’t, so I nodded.
“Come here, baby,” I pulled her close to my body and wrapped my arms around her tightly, just like I did some night before. She pushed her leg between mine, and her thigh brushed against my already hardening dick. My balls ached at the touch of her thigh, and I reached down to pull her leg up over my hips, so she couldn’t get close to my dick again.
I couldn’t let her get that close. She’s my daughter, and I’d be a twisted and sick bastard if I’d let my seventeen-year-old daughter get sexual with me. My boner was enough already.
For a moment we were quiet again, but she broke the silence after moving her hand from my stomach up to my chest. “Daddy?”
“Yes, Birdie,” I replied.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked, and I frowned while I looked down at her.
“Of course, baby bird. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” I told her. She was all her mother. I never found out who her biological dad was, but I didn’t need to know. Birdie got all her beauty from her mother, who sadly couldn’t keep up with her looks while swallowing all those damn drugs. She had the same blonde hair, same tiny pixie nose, and the biggest and roundest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
Birdie smiled at me with joy dancing around in her eyes. The moonlight was lighting her face up again, and I couldn’t help but smile back at her. She was a ray of sunshine, and she was all mine.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered, moving closer to kiss my cheek with her soft, full lips. Birdie could easily be a model. Her natural beauty stunned everyone, but the problem with Birdie was that she didn’t like being the center of attention. Not when other girls were around.
“I love you too, baby bird,” I whispered back, turning my head to avoid our lips from touching.
I had that strange thought before. What if Birdie wasn’t my daughter? What if she was a random girl I met on the street. Would I go up to her and ask for her number? Would I talk to her? And if she’d tell me that she’s only seventeen…would I continue talking to her, despite our age gap?
“Sleep now, Birdie. I gotta get up early in the morning,” I told her.
And luckily for me…she fell asleep neatly tugged against my body.
Chapter Eight
Birdie
The drive to Frankfort was uneventful, other than eating dinner at a fast-food restaurant before leaving Lexington. I sat in the backseat with my iPad in my lap and headphones on while Dad and Uncle Theo talked business in the front. Theo hadn’t looked at me when I walked outside to get to the car. He was already sitting in the passenger seat, talking on the phone with someone. Probably the guy who sold the car to him.
I sat right behind him, but with Dad in the car, I didn’t want to start anything. What had happened the night before was obviously wrong, but the ache inside of me just didn’t stop growing. Theo was mad at me for pushing him to do twisted stuff, but how could I keep my needs to myself when all I wanted was him?
The way he pressed my face against his cock excited me so damn much that I stayed on the couch a while longer, massaging my clit and whimpering his name while an orgasm came over me. Then, after I came down from my high, I needed strong arms around me. I couldn’t keep away from Dad. I knew it would never happen, but just being in his arms was enough for me to fantasize about him fucking me the way I wanted Theo to fuck me.
My thoughts got darker each day, and I loved it.
Dad parked the car in the driveway of an old house, and I looked out the window to see the Dodge Theo had bought. It was huge, and I knew those cars had loud engines. Very loud engines. I loved the sound of it, and even in Dad’s Nissan Titan, I enjoyed the sound it made when he stepped on the gas pedal.
We all stepped out of the car, and the guy selling the Dodge walked out of his house, greeting Theo with a handshake. “Glad you could make it. I need the driveway cleared by tomorrow morning,” the man said. He was old. In his late sixties. See, that’s not what I would go for. He had gray hair, wrinkles all over his body, and a dick that was probably soft and not to get hard.
Dad and Theo were in their best years. Real adults, not elderly men with age spots all over their bodies. Their dicks could still get hard. I felt Theo’s already, although just through his pants. But it was hard and big. The bulge said enough.
And Dad’s? Well, I could feel his stiffening cock agai
nst my stomach last night. He was asleep, and I took the opportunity to move my leg back over his cock, feeling it getting hard under my movements.
Yet again…that was so wrong, but I couldn’t help my sick little brain.
“Getting a new car to park here?” Theo asked, replying to the man’s sentence.
“Yeah. My damn wife hates this car. Said she needs something quieter. Something she could drive around while feeling comfortable with.” The man shook his head and handed over the key.
“Take good care of it,” he told Theo, and he nodded with a proud smile. “Will do. Did you receive my payment?” he asked.
The man nodded again. “I did. Thanks,” he said, then turned his gaze to me. “That your daughter?”
Theo turned to look at me for the first time this evening, then he shook his head. “My friends’ daughter,” Theo corrected, then pointed to Dad who was leaning against the hood of his car.
“She’s a pretty one,” the man said, and funnily enough, that made me feel uncomfortable. “Well, I gotta get back inside. Enjoy the car. Take good care,” he added, then patted his sold car.
When he was gone, I turned to Dad. “Can Uncle Theo take me home?” I asked. Dad looked at me, then at Theodore. There was some kind of challenge in his eyes as his eyes met Theo’s, and with no further hesitation, he nodded.
“Sure. I’ll see you both at home.” He got into the car and drove off, leaving Theo and me standing there in the stranger’s driveway.
“Get in,” he told me, unlocking the car, and getting inside. I walked around the car and opened the passenger door, climbing up to sit in the leather seat.
“This is a nice car,” I told him, clicking my seatbelt in place.
“What are you doing, Birdie,” he asked, not minding my compliment.
“What do you mean?” I asked back, looking over at him with a raised brow.
“You have something planned. Why did you wanna ride with me?” He seemed angry. And annoyed. Was this about yesterday?
“Why are you being such a dick right now?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “I wanted to know what it feels like to drive in this car. I like it. What’s the big deal?”
“Don’t act all innocent, Birdie. I know that look on your face. It calls for all the wrong things.” He turned the engine on and backed out of the driveway.
“Is this about yesterday?” I asked with faked innocence. I knew exactly why he was mad. But it wasn’t me he was mad at. No, it was himself. He couldn’t help himself and had to touch me. He couldn’t hold back and wanted to feel my body.
“Fuck, yes, it is. You know we can’t go on like this, baby bird. It’s too damn dangerous. Do you wanna see me behind bars? Do you wanna risk that shit?” he asked frustrated.
“Of course not, Uncle Theo,” I replied softly. I reached out my hand to touch his arm, and for a second, he tried to avoid my touch. He eased again, letting out a loud sigh.
“But I want you to know that I would never tell anyone. It’s our secret…and I really liked your hands on me. On my tits. And your tongue licking mine,” I whispered, squeezing his arm softly.
“Birdie,” he hissed, keeping his eyes on the road. He was giving his all not to fall for me again. He couldn’t resist me yesterday, and I was positive that he wasn’t going to resist me today either.
“My mouth is shut, Theodore. Just know that I really liked your hands on me. And I loved the way you pressed your thick cock against my cheek.” I had no issue talking dirty. I loved it, and my pussy was getting wet instantly.
Theo was quiet again, his eyes not leaving the street ahead of him. Dad’s car was nowhere to be seen, and I couldn’t help but grin as Theo reached for my hand, pulling it toward the bulge in his pants. “Is this what you want, baby bird?”
Chapter Nine
Theo
I change my mind quicker than any woman ever would. I couldn’t help it. Sweet Birdie was started to get under my skin. She was all I thought about when I wasn’t around her, and even at work, I looked at a picture of us when she was still little. It was perverted of me, but I couldn’t help imagining her hand stroking my dick.
I knew the car wasn’t the only reason why she wanted to drive back home with me. She knew I couldn’t resist, and that’s exactly why I was pressing her dainty hand against my dick. She had a naughty grin on her lips, and he hand squeezed my balls, making me jerk my hips.
“Does this mean we’ll keep doing this?” she asked, turning in her seat, and unbuckling her seatbelt.
“Shit,” I mumbled, then took a quick look at her. “It’s our secret, Birdie. This can’t get out. No one is allowed to know,” I told her with my most serious tone.
“I promise you, Uncle Theo.” That made my dick jolt again, and her fingers pressed into my balls again. I spread my legs wider, so it would be easier for her to touch what she so desperately wanted to touch. Dirty little slut.
Birdie moved in her seat, then knelt on it with her head moving closer to mine. Her hand never left my crotch, and her left cupped the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly in her fist the way I did with hers the night before. Her mouth came close to my ear, and I felt her wet tongue lick the shell of my ear.
Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, I cupped the back of her head with my right and pulled her down, pressing her mouth against my dick the way I did yesterday.
A moan escaped her, and while I pressed her face into my hardening dick, I felt her hand at my balls, squeezing them tightly. “Fuck,” I groaned, pulling at her hair, and moving her face against my hardness.
“You wanna suck on it, baby bird? Wanna show me just how bad you want to be fucked by a real man?” I growled, and she quickly nodded.
I let go of her hair and started to unbutton my pants. Before I unzipped it, she reached for it and pulled it down, then tugged on the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs to get my dick out.
She was impatient, and I helped her push my pants down just enough to get it out. “Oh, wow,” she said in awe, and I grinned as she stared at my hard, long dick. I knew it was too big for some to handle, but not only the length was impressive, but also the width.
“Think you can get those sweet lips of yours around it, baby?” I asked, rubbing my hand along my length from base to tip.
“Yes,” she breathed, then lowers her head and licked the drop of precum off my glans. Before she could take it into her mouth, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head up, looking down at her as we stopped at a stop sign.
“Open that pretty mouth and stick that sweet tongue out, baby bird,” I told her, and she did as I said. I leaned in, licking her tongue, and then sucking on it to wet her mouth even more. Before pushing her head down to cover my dick, I let my own spit drip into her mouth.
A soft giggle left her throat while she held out her tongue, and shortly after, I felt her lips cover my shaft, and her head started moving up and down.
She was so goddamned open to whatever I was doing to her. What girl would let me spit into her mouth? And what girl would let me press my dick into her sweet tight mouth while I was driving?
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea letting her this close. Fuck prison. Birdie was what I wanted.
The gagging sound she made as I hit the back of her throat made my dick harden even more. The lights turned green again, and I stepped on the gas, making this whole experience a little more exciting. What if cops pulled us over?
I pushed that thought out of my mind and concentrated on the street and Birdie’s lips. I was pulsating so fucking hard, but I tried to keep myself from coming. Not yet. I wanted to enjoy this for a little while longer.
Her right hand started playing with my balls, and she kept her mouth around my shaft like a good girl. “Just like that, baby bird. Let’s see how much you really want me,” I growled, pushing her head down even more.
Another gag and her hand squeezed my balls harder. “Fuck, baby. Take it all,” I told her, and for a second it se
emed as if she couldn’t move. She gagged again, and I pulled her head up to let her catch a breath.
“You need to breathe, baby bird. There you go,” I smiled, glancing into her big blue eyes filled with unshed tears. She wasn’t crying, I was just making it hard for her to breathe properly.
“This what you wanted?” I asked. She gave me a nod, then took my dick into her mouth again and started sucking on it like a fucking pro.
We still had a long way to go, but I wanted to see her swallow my cum. This car wasn’t getting dirty. “Faster, Birdie,” I challenged, and her head moved up and down in a faster movement, making my dick ache even more. “Shit, just like that, baby,” I encouraged.
“I’m gonna cum in your sweet little mouth, baby bird. I want you to swallow it all,” I ordered, and she nodded. At least that’s what it felt like she did.
“Fuck,” I groaned one last time before I let my muscles relax. “Swallow it, baby bird. Drink my fucking cum,” I told her, and while I shot all my load into her mouth, I kept her head down with half of my shaft still inside her little whole.
“FUUUCK!” I roared after unloading. My breathing was heavy, and I felt sweat roll down the side of my face. “You’re such a dirty, twisted little bird, baby.”
I finally let her sit up, and while she did, I cupped her jaw, running my thumb along her wet lips. “Good girl,” I told her, pushing my thumb into her warm mouth.
Chapter Ten
Birdie
“Our little secret,” Theo said to me as he turned to look at me. We arrived home, and Dad was already at the front door unlocking it.
I had never had a dick in my mouth, and I enjoyed Theo’s so damn much. His cum tasted salty, but there was also something sweet about it. I loved how he urged me to suck harder and take him in even deeper. He was dominant when it came to that, and I was all in for it.