by Mona Cox
27
Daphne
Every filthy moment I’ve spent with Dominic has been the most mind-blowing sexual experience in my life in that moment. My dreams are full of repeats of the naughty things we’ve done, and they always wake me up in a sweat and in need of a cold shower.
But this? The way that he’s looking at me right now?
Dominic loves me. He wants to marry me. He doesn’t want to hide anything, or keep a secret. He wants me as much as I want him, and there’s a real chance at happily ever after. I want that so badly. I remember the simple crush I had on him when he was my stepfather. I remember seeing him again at a definite low point in my life and feeling how he could make my pussy ache for him, but not my heart… not in a bad way. He’s fucked me hard and good, but Dominic… he’s always tried to be tender with my heart.
That’s the sort of thing that sticks with a girl.
I get on tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. I want to kiss him, but first I just have to be cute and shit because I rub my nose against his. I’m just so in love with him and I want to remember this moment forever. The scent of his skin. The warmth of his arms around me. The way his smile goes all the way to his eyes when he looks at me with a look that is pure love.
I love Dominic. It might be screwed up to some people, but to everyone that matters, it's just fine. We see it, and they see it. And I can’t stand the idea of waiting even a second longer to not be kissing him right now. Kissing Dominic is always so sensual and romantic. And now, all of our cards are on the table.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper, running my tongue between my lips as my heart starts drumming a song of pure anticipation. “Right now,” I add, needing him to understand just how badly I need to be alone with him.
“Let’s,” he replies with a nod, and then he reaches for my hand and holds it in his. Just like lovers do in the movies; just like in fairy tales.
“Girls, I… I need to…” I start to say, stammering. I can’t even form a coherent sentence right now; my brain is in complete disarray.
“Just get out of here,” Giselle cuts me short, waving her hand casually as if she’s dismissing me, and winking all the same. Yeah, the girls are already making movies in their heads about what I’ll be doing a few minutes from now. I feel blood rushing to my cheeks as I think of that, but then I just shrug it off.
“We’ll talk later,” I merely say with a smile, and then I let Dominic walk me out of the bar, his arm laced on mine. “Where are we going?” I ask him, looking up at him and munching on my lower lip. Both my apartment and his are more than twenty minutes away, and that’s if the traffic isn’t as crazy as it usually is.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already booked a room across the street,” he replies, a devious grin shining on his face. God bless him; he really thought of everything.
Two minutes later we’re strolling through the lobby of a small but luxurious hotel; a set of stairs after that and Dominic opens the door to our room. I’m in such a hurry to be alone with him that I almost stumble inside the room, but he catches me just in time, his hands on my waist. Spinning me around, he makes me face him and then pulls me into his embrace.
I let my gaze fall from his eyes to his mouth, and then I surrender to the burning need inside of me.
First I kiss his upper lip, gently pressing both of my lips there. Then I do the same to his lower lip. I feel him hold in a breath, wanting more but wanting to let me kissing him the way that I want to.
When I press both of my lips to both of his, though, he can’t take anymore waiting. I feel his hand cup the back of my head, fingers weaving through my hair, and he pulls me tight against him.
His tongue parts my lips and sweeps into my mouth. His mouth opens wider and I kiss him, too. My tongue moves inside his mouth. I kiss him, turning and shifting and reaching up to kiss deeply like only he and I do. I kiss him with everything in me, and that’s only fair: Dominic kisses me with every ounce of passion that has ever existed in the world.
My heart swells ten times its normal size in my chest and my heart flutters. Never have I been so happy in my life.
The kiss gets gentler, his tongue back in his mouth and our lips pressing together softly. When we both let each other go, we hold hands and look into each other’s eyes.
“I need to taste your pussy, baby girl,” Dominic says with a low growl in his throat. “Undress,” he says.
I step back, peeling off my clothes and watching him do the same. My skin prickles as I feel the fabric of my clothes brushing against my skin on the way down, and then there’s a growing wetness between my thighs as I unclasp my bra and pull its straps down my shoulders. Then, pursing my lips, I hook my thumbs on the side of my thong and send it flying down my legs, the cool air lapping at my wet pussy.
I watch him undress as I do it, my eyes roaming over his muscles as he unbuttons his shirt and then pushes his pants and boxer briefs down, his cock springing free like a mast from a ship. I will never get tired of looking at his perfect body. Every chiseled, defined, muscular, tanned part of his body makes me lick my lips and my throat gets a little drier.
“I can’t wait to feel your mouth on my pussy,” I say, my eyes never leaving him. I like this whole dirty talk thing. I love him, and he loves me, and we both love saying really filthy things to each other before we do even naughtier things. And that’s sweet, don’t you think?
Looking into his eyes, I’m almost afraid of the intensity I see there as he comes for me. The thrill of him coming after like a predator for his prey sends a jolt of heat to my clit, which he meets with how he lifts me up and pulls my pussy right to his face.
Holding me over the bed, my hair falls back and eventually my head touches the bedspread. He’s up on his knees and holding my pussy up to him. He’s licking, sucking, stroking my wet pussy folds.
I shudder and shiver in response, already so sensitive with the way he’s touching me. I can’t escape, of course. Dominic’s hands are cupping my ass and gripping me tight. My legs are dangling around him. He’s pulling my body up and down to his mouth and moving his mouth over my pussy, treating me like an object and worshiping me all at once. I’m already about to cum when his mouth closes over my clit. He lays me down on the bed and pulls my legs up high, licking up and down my pussy and then returning to my clit.
I’m sucking in huge breaths. Little cries escape my lips because I need his touch so fucking much. He’s bringing me so close already and I just want more. I roll my hips up, dragging my hands through his hair and pushing his face down on my pussy.
“I’m cumming!” I cry out, and I am. I hold his face against my pussy and quake against him, molten lust exploding from body by the second. His mouth and his tongue lap up all the cream and keep milking me for more.
Dominic’s face all over my pussy makes me dizzy with need, and he just keeps licking until I’m about to cum again.
When the next wave crawls through me and I grip him even tighter, he slides a finger into my pussy, and then another, pumping fast and making me groan hard.
I arch my back and rub my pussy all over his face. I can be his fuck toy, and right now, he can be mine. Dominic knows just how to make my pussy utterly his. My legs fall down over his shoulders and I press my heels into his back to get him even closer to my pussy.
Dominic’s tongue takes over my clit and his fingers pump into me.
I’m crying out, the pleasure overtaking me. He hasn’t even fucked me yet, just with his face, his fingers, and I’m so wet and I’ve cum so hard I feel like I might black out.
And now there’s more. There’s always more with Dominic. He curls his fingers inside of me and strokes my very sensitive G-spot. I practically jump out of my skin I’m so turned on, and I scream loud at the pressure building up within me when he keeps stroking me there.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I say in a low moan caught in my throat.
“You like that baby girl?” Dominic asks, eyes looking up at me with that s
elf-satisfied look. Of course I like that, and he can tell because his face is all glazed from all the cum he tore from my body with every last bit of pleasure.
“Yes, please, yes,” I start moaning out the words after each shallow breath. My heart thunders at my breasts and I’m covered in a thick sheen of sweat. I need to be able to breathe, to cum, to move, to stay pinned. I’m so overwhelmed with need when I feel him roll his fingers inside of me in a wide, stretching circle. His tongue laps flat on my clit in slow, deliberate torture in direct opposite of how he’s fingering me. My brain is scrambled worse than powdered eggs right now and I can’t breathe or think. The orgasm that tears through me now makes a silent scream rip at my throat. Only my haggard breathing makes any real sound. My body is wracked with pleasure. I squeeze my eyes shut, wind my feet up into a ball and pull him tighter with my legs, and when finally all the tension is released from my body I’m gasping a giant lungful of air.
Dominic lifts up and I see that he’s about to fuck me. And, of course, I want him to fuck me. But I need to give as good as I get.
“Let me suck your cock. I want to swallow your cum after I’ve sucked you so good you can’t help but cum hard,” I tell him, crooking my finger at him in a ‘come hither’ motion. I love tasting my cum on his cock, but right now I want to get to feast on his flesh pole the way he worships my pussy when he eats it. I want to suck his cock so good that he has no option but to explode, just like the way he eats my pussy.
Dominic grins widely. “Sure thing, baby girl,” he says, and he stands at the edge of the bed.
I get down on my stomach and press my ass up in the air. Grabbing his cock with both hands, I stroke the full length for just a few seconds to appreciate the sheer size and girth of his cock. It's so long and so wide that I’m still impressed every time that I see it that I’ve ever sucked him off, deep down my throat, much less taken that pounding in my pussy. But I want to savor the taste of him and let him come undone from a torrent of pleasure of his lover’s making.
I bring the head into my mouth, circling my tongue around it and feeling every sensitive ridge. These are all the places that feel so good when he’s fucking me, ribbed indeed for my pleasure. I like the salty, musky taste of him on my tongue. I bob my head up and down about half of his cock, stroking the rest, until I get lots of spit worked up there. Then I slide his cock all the way down my throat and suck him like my life depends on him. I suck him like a spy extracting information from that cock, because that’s how intensely I want to grip around him. Basically how my pussy clamps on him. His cock is all the way down my throat and I bring my hands to cup his balls.
“Fuck,” he groans, a violent spasm running over his cock.
Uhm, Dominic, yes.
I bob my head, swallow, and suck the load that he shoots off right down my throat. He cums so hard down my throat that the heat sears me. I feel my clit twitch at the intensity of his arousal and I just want more. I greedily suck every last drop of cum from the steel rock hard cock, and cup those balls while they unload. When he’s finally done, I suck hard and pull him out.
Then I take a play from his book and pull his cock out of me hard, fast, and then I climb over his body.
I watch the surprise play out on his eyes when I slide his cock up in my pussy, fast. I need to take every inch of him, now, and I know that he’s loving it.
Dominic’s eyes, hooded with lust, widen. His hands are on my hips and he pulls me closer to him. The man has no real delay to his reaction and he’s slamming into my pussy so hard that I can’t breathe. I was trying to fuck him, but I’m more than content to feel that incredible cock fuck me.
Dominic slams every thick inch of that enormous cock in my pussy. My walls stretch to take him, the thick meat of him heating up my pussy. I’m burning for him, aching for every feel of the thrusts slamming as deep into me as he can fuck me. I need his body melded to mine, in sweat and lust and need, more than anything. I need to feel him inside me.
I want him to cum the way he did in my mouth inside of me. Well, maybe this time when he cums, I’ll swallow him again. I hate to miss out on tasting my pussy on him.
“I know that look,” Dominic purrs at me. He cups my chin and makes me look him right in the eye. As if I want to lie to him. I don’t have the energy to play games. Still, I’m aroused by his hand on me.
“I want to cum on your cock,” I say, my voice breathy with need. “I want to cum on your cock so hard that it’s coated with every drop of cream my pussy has.” My naughty words are incendiary, setting flames to every part of my body and shooting thrills through me.
“Yeah, baby, you cum so hard on this cock,” Dominic says.
“Mmm, yes,” I moan. “And then when your huge cock is ready to blow again, and it's covered in my pussy’s cum…” I moan now, trailing off because my words are making Dominic fuck me harder and faster. I can barely breathe and I’m trying my hand at some very filthy words here.
“Yeah, Daphne?” Dominic bites his lower lip and fucks me harder. God, if he wanted to give me a heart attack, he’d only have to do that. The sight of him fucking me so hard and fast like this is so arousing I almost lose my train of thought.
Almost.
I’m here for the best of the filth though. I want my dear ex-stepdaddy, who loves me and whom I love, to defile me. I can’t just go swallowing words when there are other things to swallow.
“I want you to pull your huge cock out of my aching pussy and slide that cock down my throat so I can taste our cum all together.” Fuck, I’m so horny just hearing the words out loud, and thinking them, that I moan out very, very loud.
“Fuck yeah, you cum right now and I’ll unload a whole bucket of cum right down your throat, baby,” Dominic promises.
I knit my eyebrows together, letting my head fall back. My elbows can’t hold me up anymore and I fall against the bed, the intensity of my orgasm just about too much to bear. When I start shaking, I feel my pussy milking his cock and I know I’m slathering his cock in my creamy cum.
He slides out his cock when we both know I’m already soaking him, and I roll to the side, slide down from the bed, and kneel on the floor. Following after me, he stands up and then, grabbing his cock, he slides it into my open mouth.
For a second he’s on my tongue and being gentle, but I reach out and grab his fine ass and pull him closer.
“Don’t have tell me twice. Love to fuck your gorgeous mouth, Daphne,” Dominic groans. Groans and delivers. He slams his huge cock down my throat hard and a thick coating of cum spews out in my throat every inch down. I taste my own cum with his and the thick, creamy coating in my throat erases so much of what the moaning during fucking has done. My favorite brand of medicine is 12 inches long and belongs in one of my holes, what can I say?
I swallow him up and my pussy keeps shuddering.
I feel his hand close over my pussy. Possessively, he squeezes me there before sliding his fingers deep inside me and fucking my pussy hard with those fingers. My hips roll with a mind of their own to take every drop of his fucking that he can give me. I need his fingers in me. Need his cock. Need our cum together while I swallow us both up.
As if replying to my dirty thoughts, his cock spasms once more and I feel the warmness of his seed invading my mouth at once. He gushes another gallon of cum into me, his finger tightly tangled in my hair as I hear his deep groans of pleasure.
After a promised gallon of cum is deep inside me, I bring my hands to his balls and feel the weight of them. Naturally still impressive, even after such a huge load he’s shot into my mouth.
My pussy trembles through the waves of an orgasm. I suck his cock, still hard even though he’s done cumming, until the last thrash subsides. Slowly, he pulls his fingers and his cock out of me. I whimper at the sudden empty feeling.
Standing up, I then throw myself on top of the mattress, sprawling my limbs.
Dominic crawls onto the bed next to me, swooping me up into his arms and pulling me close
to him. At first, we’re just cuddling. But I feel that hard dick pressed against my ass, and I start to rub my ass against it. He trails a hand down from my breasts to lift up my leg, and he slides his cock deep into me.
“Fuck, I’m more alive than ever when I’m inside you,” Dominic growls against my skin.
Shivers claim my spine and work out to everywhere on my body.
“I never want you to stop fucking me,” I moan, low in my throat because I mean it. I didn’t even know I was saying those words, and then I’d said them. I’m desperate for him to fuck me, now, forever.
That’s what this is all about. That’s why we’re fucking. Because we’re two people that simply work better when we’re fucking. Melded together until it isn’t clear where one begins and the other ends. That’s what both of our bodies crave. Our souls.
Our hearts.
He brings another hand to wrap around my throat. Dominic always holds me in the most possessive ways. It turns me on to feel cherished gently and fucked roughly by the man I’ve wanted more than anything my whole life. When he reappeared in my life, it was an awesomely slutty move by the cosmos. The patron saint of orgasms was like, go forth child and take that massive dick like you were born to.
Because so what if he was once my stepfather? I know when he’s inside me — like the way he’s stroking deep and slow into me now — that we’re meant for each other.
“Your body fits mine like a glove,” I say softly. “I love you fucking me. I love you,” I tell him.
Dominic holds me tighter. “I love you. I love fucking you,” I hear his breathe quicken. I know he’s on the brink of even more pleasure. We’re both going to have to nap for a year after this, but it'll be so worth it. “I love you so goddamn much Daphne. You’re the only person who's made me feel this way. You mean more to me than my own fucking life.”