“I’m bad,” I whimpered finally, giving in to the part of me that had been berating me since the night before.
Turning back towards the computer I clicked on one of the videos, cranking up the sound as I stepped aside and turned back towards him. “But then again…so are you.”
It was an awkward pleasure standing there, watching his eyes grow wide. He canted his head, his eyes flicking from the girl moaning on the screen back to me, dropping to my breasts, and then back again.
“What are you trying to do to me?” He groaned.
I turned back to the monitor, staring at the blonde as she bobbed up and down on the thick cock. “That,” I whispered.
I didn’t know where my bold, outrageous behavior was coming from. I had never been this way. Maybe it was years of an unrealized fantasy that was only just now rearing its head. Luke’s smoking hot body and penchant for stepdaughter porn hadn’t helped either. Was it really so bad for me to want the same thing as he did? Luke seemed to be debating whether to yell at me, take me up on my offer, or run screaming.
Slowly, deliberately, I dropped to my knees, and drew my hair back into pigtails with the bands that I wore on my wrists. I could feel that panties were wet now, and my taught little nipples poked out beneath my silk nighty. Luke’s gaze was entranced by the show I was putting on and it made me feel powerful. It was like going from the student to the teacher, suddenly wielding power over the man that had always intimidated me. I couldn’t help but revel at myself for having turned the tables.
It wasn’t until he snapped out of his state of astonishment that reality actually hit me. Daddy was coming towards me, unbuckling his belt without a bit of hesitation or any sign that I was making him nervous. Meanwhile, my insides quaked with his every step, anxious, nervous, curious. Was I ever in really control at all?
“Open your mouth,” he ordered sternly.
With wide eyes I did exactly what he said, I had asked for this, but was I really ready to take it? Was my step actually going to make me suck his cock—and could I even go through with it? It had all happened so fast, driven by my nineteen-year-old hormones and an unexpected moment of bravery. I might have changed my mind had I had any longer to weigh in on it all, but by then, Luke had dropped his pants and was standing, fully erect before me.
I let out a gasp as I stared at his body, his oh-my-god-deliciously sexy body. Grasping the tiny shoulder straps of my nighty he traced the fabric down my arms. His touch left traces of electricity and heat, which ran to my core and made me breath harder as my nighty dropped down and my breasts came into view. They were full breasts, pillowy and soft, yet my youth held them up high on my chest.
“Kiss it,” he growled, angling his cock down at me, the tiniest bead of precum glistening at the head and growing before my eyes.
I leaned forward, heart racing.
“Look at me when you do it,” he said, more gently.
I licked my lips, drawing my eyes up to his, and softly kissed the salty bead from the tip of his cock. His body lost some of the tension he’d been holding, and now his hands ran through my hair, and gripped the piggy tails like handlebars. His hips rocked slowly as I kissed licked him softly. I could feel my sex aching with lust. Whatever line we had crossed, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted him to cum, and I wanted to him to make me cum too.
I took his cock into my mouth now, sucking and slowly bobbing my head up and down his shaft, tracing my tongue along the sensitive ridge near the head. His breath was strained, and the grip he had in my hair was growing more intense, more urgent. I was taken by surprise when he pulled hard on my hair and drew me up onto my feet, his face no just inches from mine as he stared down into my eyes.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He breathed, restraining himself as he waited for my reply.
Was I sure? Hell no. Frankly, it scared the shit out of me to think about where this would take the two of us. Would I lose the only man that I could depend on in some awkward aftermath? Or would this be the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship? I didn’t want him to stop, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous as hell.
I nodded with trepidation. “Yes.”
Taking me into his arms he pushed my nighty further down, his lips encircling my nipples. My back arched in lustful delight. His hands slid my nighty down over my hips, where he bunched the fabric in his hands and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his thickness now against my bare skin. Hot pulses radiated through my sex, I wanted him inside of me—every last inch of him.
“Please daddy,” I begged him.
His fingers dipped down to my sex and as his lips met with mine he slid them deep into my sex. I gasped as he fingered me with his rough, calloused hands. His touch was not gentle, yet the pleasure seemed to outweigh the shooting pain that traced the places he violated. I felt his tongue slide along my lips, parting them as his tongue pressed into my mouth.
It should have been strange, kissing a man that I had practically seen as a father, but it wasn’t. In fact, it felt more erotic than I’d expected. I closed my eyes and twisted my tongue against his, pressing my nipples against his chest. His breaths were so heavy and labored, as if he were running a marathon. He was holding back, though it sounded as if he would lose control at any second.
I reached my hands between us and traced my nails along his cock, wrapping my fingers tightly at the head and giving a slow tug. Luke drove his tongue harder into my mouth, encouraging me. I slid my fingers along my own wet sex, taking the slick fingers and wrapping them a second time at the head of his stiffness.
“Mm-mmm,” I innocently moaned as I tugged against the rigid hard-on.
Being curvy, I wasn’t used to begin manhandled, but Luke was strong. His hand wrapped around my lower back and lifted me, meanwhile he kept right on fingering me. My belly tightened with lust as he carried me, caveman style down the hall and to his bedroom. I liked the way he handled me, it made me feel small, sexy, vulnerable.
When we got into his room he laid me down softly on my back and hooked his arms through my legs. His lips met mine as he twisted my body up into a pretzel. I was flexible, and daddy groaned with pleasure as he felt my body spread wide open for him. I could feel his hardness pressing at the base of my wetness now.
“Yes,” I breathed, as his cock began its descent.
My tight little pink hole spread wide, struggling to accommodate his shaft. He was breathing loudly and I was panting as the head finally submerged into my belly. I knew that was the hard part, but I waited with bated breath for him to sink deeper.
Luke’s hips rocked hard, one powerful, deliberate thrust blasting down into my core. My breath came out in a whoosh as his weight compressed my hips, belly, and ribs. He pulled back, my body gripping him like a tight glove. Every inch of him leaving was torture, but when his hips rocked forward again, pure bliss.
Once I had stopped gasping and whimpering, slow and steady morphed into something much hotter. His hands gripped at my curves and his hips drilled harder and faster with each passing moment. My pussy ached and quivered around his shaft and a familiar sensation began to build. I had never cum during sex. In fact, I had begun to think it an impossibility. Yet here was my body, slowly growing desperate. My hips rocked and grinded against his, searching out the release. I pant-moaned with every dive of his cock, which was coming now so rapidly that I could feel my tits bouncing rhythmically on my chest.
Holding my breath I swiveled my hips for the last time, bucking hard against him. Release flooded my body as a heavy contraction pulsed through my core. Luke held himself hard against me, his body also finding the release he had so desperately been searching for. The sound of him cumming, a low, long rumbling growl, made my body convulse again, and again.
Spent, Luke rolled beside me on his back, staring up at the ceiling and breathing hard. I rolled onto my side and slung my leg across his hips, tracing my fingers down the sinews of his muscular chest. His arm wrapped my shoulders and he
drew me in close. I had been held by him before, but never like this. It was something I’d never known was missing in my life, but now that I felt it, I didn’t want it to end. Luke stroked my wild locks back behind my ear, his eyes staring down into mine.
“There’s no way in hell I am letting you stay out late again tonight,” he chuckled. “But seriously Luliana, I want you here, with me.”
His eyes were so genuine, so kind and warm. It was all I could do not to melt right then and there. I smiled and leaned forward kissing him on the mouth. “I want that too daddy! Tonight, and forever.”
What My Step-Daddy Deserves
“We are fucking through!” I heard my stepfather’s voice boom, startling me from my slumber.
I looked at the clock, rubbing my eyes; it was after two in the morning.
“We’ve been through for months, Liam! It shouldn’t be any surprise that I fucked him. Just sign the goddamn divorce papers,” my mother’s voice shrilled as her footsteps stomped down the hall.
“You want me to sign them? Fine, here’s your goddamn signature! Now get the hell out of my house! Go run to your pathetic, alcoholic loser-of-a-boyfriend. The two of you deserve each other,” Liam’s voice thundered behind her.
I sat up in my bed, pulling my covers up and wrapping my arms around my chest. ‘Damn it mom,’ I thought, ‘not again.’ I chewed at my thumbnails as the screaming continued.
This wasn’t the first time I had dealt with this. My mom had run through men, finding the new love-of-her-life every few months, since I was fourteen. I compared her style of dating to a monkey: swinging from one branch to another, never letting go of the last one until she had a firm grip on the next.
She would probably be in my room any moment now, telling me that I needed to pack my things. The only problem for her was, I wasn't going anywhere. This time, I had already decided, was going to be different. I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I was nineteen-years-old for god sakes; and honestly, I was starting to feel as pathetic as she was. Even if it meant taking the leap and moving out on my own, it was worth it not to have to put up with any more of her insanity.
I heard the footsteps as they came down the hall and towards my room. Mom tore my door open, her eyes wild, and with a bag strung over her shoulder.
“Get your things, Lily! We’re leaving!” she wailed as she tore open my closet and began pulling my clothes off the hangers.”
“Stop it,” I yelled, getting up and forcing myself between her and the rest of my things. “I’m not coming with you, not this time,” I proclaimed, crossing my arms over my chest with determination.
“What? You think Liam is going to support your sorry ass?" my mother balked. “Get your shit together. We're going now!” She pushed past me and started in on my clothes again.
“No,” I screamed. “I’m not weak like you, mom. I’ll manage just fine on my own. I don’t need you, or Liam, or anyone else to take care of me. I said I am not going, now get the hell out of my closet!” I said harshly.
My mother's eyes predictably welled-up with crocodile tears as her face contorted with anger. I almost felt bad for what I had just said, but part of me knew she needed to hear it, and the other part of me knew her tears were mostly false anyway; she never much cared for anyone but herself. Besides, she needed to understand that even her own daughter thought of her as weak.
“Fine. We’ll see just how well you fare on your own you ungrateful little shit,” she snarled. “We’ll see how fast you come running back to mommy once you get a taste of the real world.” She turned around and marched out, slamming the door behind her.
My body shivered nervously under my thin silk night shorts and tank top. I sat back on the edge of the bed and hugged my knees into my chest. I wanted to be sad, but the tears just wouldn’t come. My mother had done this too many times for me to feel sympathy; and if anyone deserved to be pitied, it was Liam.
When my mother first met Liam I honestly thought maybe things would finally change. Liam was good-looking, charming, and filthy, filthy rich. He was the first man my mother ever dated that I actually approved of, and he honestly seemed to care about her and me.
When we moved in with him our entire lives changed. We went from a shaky, low- to lower-middle-class lifestyle, to an upscale privileged one. It all seemed too good to be true. My mother was thriving for the first time since my father had died, and I finally felt safe enough to dream about my own future and goals.
The house had gone quiet now and I heard the automatic garage door open. I stood up, walked over to the window, and watched as my mother’s car went barreling down the driveway, her taillights eventually disappearing around the corner.
“Good bye, mom,” I grieved, perhaps in the same way a mother would lament for a child when they left home for the first time.
A gentle knock came at my door.
“It’s open,” I called.
A soft light creeped into the darkness of my room as Liam slowly opened the door.
He stared at me in silence for a moment, his piercing eyes making me self-conscious of the thin nightclothes I was wearing. I grabbed my robe from the closet door beside me and wrapped the silk tightly around me.
“I’m really sorry you had to hear all of that,” he apologized.
I finally broke down, the tears that wouldn’t come before, now burst forth uncontrollably. “It’s not your fault,” I sobbed, “I’ve been dealing with this crap for years. I can’t change her, she is broken and doesn’t want to be fixed.” I buried my face in my hands.
My own words seem to sink-in as I spoke. I knew it was true. No matter what I sacrificed, no matter how I tried to help her, she would never be content until she fixed herself and found happiness and peace from within.
Liam’s arms wrapped around me and he pulled me into his chest. “I think you did the right thing, Lily.” His fingers traced the long, dark brown tendrils of my hair back behind my ear. “You can’t sacrifice your own happiness trying to look out for Penny. It might actually be good for her to see you taking control of your own life and moving on.”
I encircled my arms around Liam and buried my face into his shoulder and just let go. He was right. I deserved happiness as much as she did, and I was wasting the best years of my life trying to watch out for her.
“Thank you,” I whispered softly after the worst of my crying fit was over, lifting my swollen eyes to his.
“I don’t want you to feel like you can’t stay here. Take your time, apply to some colleges, and enjoy yourself for god sakes. Life is too short, and I have no qualms helping you out for a couple of months so you can get things sorted out.”
I should have known better, but a strange feeling was bubbling up inside of me as I gazed into Liam’s eyes. I had never been so close to a man as I was now, my body acutely aware of the hard, muscular frame that cradled me. He was so kind, so selfless, and so…alluring.
My breath caught in my throat as my lips slowly, deliberately, pressed against his. Liam released me instantly, averting his eyes from mine as he turned away and left me alone in the dark. For the life of me I couldn’t understand what had come over me. Pangs of regret crippled my thoughts for the remainder of the night and I slept poorly.
I could smell the coffee brewing when I awoke the next morning. Liam typically took a jog first thing after his coffee, and I planned to wait until he left before ever stepping foot outside of my bedroom. A soft knock at the door, however, curbed any thoughts of avoiding him at this time.
“Lily? We need to talk. Get up, breakfast is almost ready,” Liam said resolutely.
“Be right out,” I replied tremulously.
I pulled on a pair of long underwear and made my way to the kitchen, the smell of warm bacon and freshly peeled oranges awakening the hunger within me.
“Thank you,” I said politely as Liam placed two plates down opposite of one another.
Liam started in on his breakfast, so I did the same, all the while shifting nervousl
y in my seat. Liam looked up at me as I wiped a bead of nervous sweat from my brow. The silence was killing me, and as his lips turned up into a curious grin, I started to suspect that he was some sort of sadist. He seemed to know I was uncomfortable, and took pleasure in watching me writhe in my discomfort.
“About last night,” he finally said, the words more of a salvation than a punishment after spending the last five minutes amidst a deafening silence. “I meant what I said about you enjoying the rest of your summer. Don’t let your pride stand in the way of your happiness.”
Relief pulsed through my veins. Leave it to him to skirt around an uncomfortable topic, and at the same time address it. He had always been level-headed and well-spoken.
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