by Honey Harper
In what she hoped was a seductive attractive movement, she lowered herself to one knee, then the other, placing her glass of tea on the floor and never releasing her hold on him. She looked up at him one last time and glowered, frustrated because, even now, his eyes were again on the television. That was okay; she would distract him to the point that he couldn’t pay attention to anything else.
Leaning forward as she drew her fist up and then back down the length of him, she rested her hand on the base of his cock and used the leverage to pull him to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and tentatively touched it to the tip of his head, and David’s whole body jerked. With a quick twist of her neck, Emily could see that his eyes were back on her, and she made the most of it, opening her mouth wide and drawing him in as deep as she could. He was huge and stretched her lips, and even as she touched him to the back of her throat and fought against gagging, she only had him halfway in.
But he seemed to enjoy it as she scraped gently with her teeth, licked along the bottom of his shaft with her tongue. Curious, she reached up with her free hand and cupped his sac, and he moaned intensely, beginning to rock his hips, rubbing his cock on her lips, which she pressed tightly around him and added just the slightest hint of suction. She used her hand at his base to squeeze and tease the length of him that she couldn’t get in her mouth, and David’s hands came around the back of her head, cupping it and driving her, setting her pace.
She released her hold on him and began licking all over, the sides and bottom and top and circles around his head, and she could hear him panting above her. Obviously, she must be doing something right, and when she closed her mouth over him once again, he cried out, shoving his dick deep into her throat so she had to tilt her head way back to keep from choking. He tasted like salt, with a hint of something else she couldn’t place but equated with sex, and it made her moan, which sent vibrations through him and encouraged him further.
As she bobbed her head back and forth, David massaging the back of her head, Emily felt moisture pooling in her panties, and she wanted desperately to straddle him and satisfy that desperate need that was growing inside her, that felt like it might explode with the right touch. With a final lick, she pulled away, though she continued ministrations with her hand.
“I want more than this, Daddy.”
Something like a growl came from his throat, and he fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her to her feet with a somewhat rough tug. She winced slightly, but when he continued to maintain that hold and pulled her head back to lick her throat, she gasped and nearly melted at the sensation.
“I’m assuming,” he began, punctuating his words with little nibbles along her collarbone, “you wouldn’t be satisfied with me doing this for several hours. And I doubt you’d be happy with me laying you down and coming in your mouth or all over your face.”
While those thoughts set her off and made her eyes roll back in her head, he was right. It wouldn’t be enough. “No, Daddy, I want more.”
As she stood there, David snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her against him, pushing his bare erection against her stomach, still wrapped in her hand, and she grunted, finally letting go so she could feel the length of him pressing into her. She imagined what that would feel like inside her, and it made her breath come quicker.
But he didn’t stop there. Putting several inches of space between them, he let go of her waist, and David’s hand was suddenly between her thighs, rubbing her most intimate places with the palm of his hand through the thin cotton of her shorts and panties. Her eyes fluttered closed, her jaw went slack, and she imagined a storm building within her, like a raging tornado, as her stomach swirled and her core heated. She knew she’d soaked through her clothes and David could feel it, especially as he moaned and continued to tease her neck with his mouth.
With two fingers, he tapped at her, and it made her insides jump, her muscles down there constrict. God, but he felt good, and she could only anticipate how much better it would be without the barrier between them, with skin touching skin. He chuckled, and the sinister sound made Emily wonder if he could read her thoughts, thoughts she probably shouldn’t be having. This was her stepfather, for crying out loud, and to fantasize was one thing, but to act on it this way…
“Don’t be so nervous, Emily. If you stop and think about it, this has been coming for a long time. You’ve been teasing me ever since I moved in, and I’ve been playing right back. We just needed something to shove it in the right direction.” Suddenly, both his hands were at her waist, and he yanked her shorts down, drawing her panties with them, and they both stood with their pants around their knees. But apparently that was no longer good enough, as David bent over, dragging them down to her ankles and helping her step out of them, even as he kicked off his own clothes.
For a second, Emily wanted to cover herself, not quite sure she was comfortable so exposed, but the hungry look in David’s eyes was reassuring, and she stood defiantly, waiting to see what would come next. She’d literally made the first move, and she would follow through. She wanted everything she could get out of this experience, and she wasn’t going to back down.
And as he stood back up and pushed her legs apart, snaking his hand back inside so his fingers stroked her wet, swollen folds, she cried out, moisture pouring out of her over his hand. As if that wasn’t enough, she felt a finger toying at her opening, and she couldn’t stop the instinctive thrusting of her hips forward, begging for him to enter her the way he suggested.
As if on cue, David pushed two fingers inside her, stroking and teasing and thrusting in and out until that storm inside her fired without mercy, sending lightning through her limbs, with waves of thunder rolling through behind it. She shook from head to toe, and she grabbed onto David’s shoulders, needing the support as her legs turned to jelly and almost collapsed beneath her.
And still, it wasn’t enough. As she came back to her senses, regained function, even with intense pleasure coursing through her, Emily reached for David, grabbing his cock again and stroking it furiously. She wanted him to feel the same pleasure he gave her, and she was sure that was the only way.
“Come here,” he breathed, moving backward toward the couch. He sat back, and she stood there, not quite sure what he was expecting, and when he just sat there, she went to her knees again and took him in her mouth, making love to his cock with her tongue and her teeth until he squirmed beneath her. “God, Emily, you’re a natural,” he choked out.
But he pushed her away, and she was stunned. Of course, that didn’t last long as he took her hand and drew her toward him, and she finally understood. With one knee on the couch on either side of him, she straddled him, her whole body clenching with the anticipation and desire in her chest. And other places.
Grabbing his own cock, David stroked her lips with the tip of it, making her gasp and whimper as every nerve ending he touched tingled and sparked. She moved back and forth and wiggled her hips, wanting to feel more of him over every inch of her. But even more, she couldn’t wait to get him inside.
But every time she stopped with his head positioned to slip inside her, he shifted and continued stroking. It drove her mad, even as it created another explosion inside her. Would she ever find the satisfaction she wanted? Didn’t he want it, too? He was the one who’d had the idea.
Just as she was going to protest, David slipped just his head past the barrier, barely inside her, and the sensation made Emily’s whole body convulse, bringing goosebumps to her skin from bottom to top. She raised her arms over her head as he reached out to pull off her tank top, and as he cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged, she lowered herself further onto him, shock and pleasure mixing in a blinding ecstasy she could no longer describe.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, using her breasts as leverage to move her ever so slowly up and down as she rode him. “Just like that. Good girl.” She took him in, inch by inch, each time she lowered herself going just a little further and crying out
just a little louder. This was pure, erotic bliss, and she never wanted it to stop.
With a swift shove and a rock of his hips, David buried himself fully insider her, and she felt her inner walls grabbing at his cock, as if her body wanted to bite it off and swallow it, never give it back. And the way it filled her, almost beyond capacity, rocked her world. It seemed to be satisfying for David as well, who moaned and grunted as he sped up his movements.
Emily practically bounced up and down, letting her body take his cock deep inside over and over as it twitched and jerked, speaking to Emily of David’s desire as well as his control. And as she breathed harder, she felt him holding his breath. Just as she thought he couldn’t last any longer and would fill her with cum, he gritted his teeth and shoved her off.
The shock was disorienting, and she struggled to keep her balance as she got to her feet. But she wasn’t on her own as David stood and moved around behind her.
”Why don’t you crawl up on the couch, on your hands and knees?” As he breathed the words into her ear, he tickled his fingers over the curves of her ass, up over her hipbones, and back down to the curls between her thighs.
She couldn’t have turned down the invitation if she’d wanted to.
Placing her hands on the cushion, she drew her knees up and crawled forward to make room for him behind her. His hands closed over her ass as he knelt, placing his knees between hers and pushing hers further apart for easier access to the hot, wet core of her body. As before, he rubbed the length of his cock over her as he guided her hips back and forth, teaching Emily the rhythm, and then with a push that took him all the way inside her until he could go no further, he pierced her with a cry of delight.
Emily, too, cried out, his head rubbing the g-spot in the front of her that he hadn’t been able to accommodate from the other angle, and as he rocked in and out of her, torturing that most sensitive spot, she came over and over again. Pushing down on her back, David had her press her cheek to the couch, and he took one of her hands and guided it to her clit, having her rub circles around herself until starbursts filled her eyes and her mind.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as he rode her hard and fast, his sac smacking against her with the force of his movements and heightening the pleasure within. The more places he touched, the more intense her reaction, and she almost thought, for a moment, that she would pass out from the absolutely ecstasy.
He took his hand away, but she kept stroking herself, and he leaned over, squeezing her breasts as he drove into her with the hammering of a power tool. Her body pressed around him, wanting to milk him for everything he had, but as he kept at it, Emily realized this wasn’t going to end so swiftly. She was in for a lot more, and she wanted it.
Slowing to a more reasonable pace, David used his grasp on her chest to draw Emily back against him, both of them on their knees, and while he continued to work one nipple, pinching and rolling it between finger and thumb, his other hand slid down between her breasts, over her stomach, and down to where she fingered herself. He gently moved her hand and began his own ministrations, mimicking what he did to her nipple, pinching and tapping and rolling her clit around. Emily could barely contain herself, the pleasure was so immense, and she cried out as he began sliding in and out of her again with maddeningly slow motions.
She moved with him, both intensifying the stroking and teasing of his fingers and driving his cock deeper inside, until she could almost taste it again as it pressed every boundary within. He nibbled at her neck, her ear, and she leaned her head forward so he could reach more of her.
With a shuddering breath, he whispered, “You feel absolutely amazing, Emily.” His breath tickled her and goosebumps rose again, even as she crested yet another major orgasm, her whole body seizing with the pure rush. It was like adrenaline poured over her, and the release was better than any drug high she could imagine.
The slow, sensual motions only served to make things build up more and more inside, and she could feel David reaching his climax as well. But she didn’t want him to finish yet. She used her hands as leverage against his thighs and pushed herself away from him, desperate to feel him from every possible angle. When he gave her a questioning look, she simply turned over on her back and lay down, waiting for him to lie atop her and push into her again. But with a knowing smile, he raised her legs over his shoulders; his hands placed on her inner thighs, and used his thumbs to spread her wide open so he could drive into her.
As he leaned in, her knees were beside her ears, but suddenly, she seemed to open further, take his cock deeper inside, as if he’d opened a gate and waltzed right into a part of her that had been shut off before. She gasped and screamed, his name on her tongue.
“You like that?” he asked, moving his hips in a circle so his cock touched every part of her inside and stirred her till she rained cum all over him.
“God, yes, Daddy!” she cried, using his shoulders and lifting her hips off the couch with the strength of her knees, wanting to see just how deep he could go. Fiercely, he took advantage of the position and picked up the pace until Emily couldn’t move her hips fast enough to keep up and simply had to lie there and take him in, over and over again. She writhed and squirmed beneath him, but she didn’t dare pull away, the feeling much too hot and intense for her to ever want it to stop. Even as the friction built and her folds began to feel bruised, she wanted more.
Now leaning so far over her that Emily could meet his gaze, David was obviously about to lose himself in the throes of passion he’d been raining down on her forever now. Just that expression made Emily come again, and it was with such force she watched David bite his lip and felt him falter in his rhythm momentarily.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” she begged, and he found that speed, found that one spot, and used both to make Emily lose track of everything around her. There was nothing in this world but David above her and the release she experienced.
But it couldn’t last forever, and with blinding energy, David shoved deep into her, his body quaking and his cock exploding with brute force. She could feel his cum filling her, feel it shooting into her, and she came again as his dick jumped several times, as his seed spilled so deep she imagined it wouldn’t even leak out for days. He collapsed with her legs still bent up over his shoulders and practically behind her head, and Emily didn’t care. They were both coated with layers of sweat, and they both smelled like sex and satisfaction.
She lay there in the afterglow, her body still convulsing from time to time with tremors that followed the earthquake, and she reveled in the sensation of David still inside her as his erection grew softer, the weight of his body still pressing down on her, almost possessively. When he finally moved and pulled out, she convulsed and instantly wished he were still in her.
Completely naked, David plodded to the table where he’d set down his glass of iced tea, then moved and bent to grab Emily’s where it had long been forgotten on the floor. He sipped his, bringing hers to her, and she wrinkled her nose, realizing the ice had already melted into it. Still, she was unusually thirsty and drank of it in long gulps until the glass was empty.
David watched her with mirth and shook his head. “Takes it out of you, you know, especially when you cum that much. It’ll dehydrate you real fast.” He drank more of his own, then reached for her glass and, without a word, took them into the kitchen.
Feeling slightly awkward, Emily slid off the couch and reached for her pile of clothes on the floor, dressing quickly, though David returned before she was even halfway done. “Are you okay?” he asked, frowning at her quizzically.
“I’m fine, I just figured it would be a good idea to put my clothes back on.” She didn’t meet his eyes, even as he handed her a fresh glass of iced tea and she sipped at it. Her vision was slightly blurred, and her body ached and throbbed but also tingled and begged. She didn’t like the combination, didn’t understand it, but she wasn’t going to ask questions. This was more than she’d ever
intended, and while she was glad she’d done it, she wasn’t quite sure what to expect going forward.
David stood, watching her for a long minute, and when he moved on to dress himself, Emily released a sigh of relief. She hated being watched like that and wasn’t sure she was ready for the type of intense discussion she felt coming from the serious look on his face.
“You know, this doesn’t have to be awkward between us,” David told her through the shirt he was pulling over his head. She glanced in his direction, her eyes staying on his chest rather than appraising other parts of his body or bravely looking into his face. “We’ve been friends for awhile, Emily, and we can still be that. We could pretend it never happened, if that’s what you want.” As she stood, she gasped, his hands around her waist caressing her stomach and driving a physical response reminiscent of the things she’d been feeling all evening. Her nether regions even tensed as if ready to go another round.
“I don’t think that’s what you want at all, though,” he murmured in her ear. “I think you’d rather think about this every night. And you’re going to be watching me, looking to see if I’m wearing underwear, or if I’m so enthralled in the television that I forgot to zip my pants.” As he teased just above the very sensitive mound between her thighs, he added, “In fact, you’ll probably want me to get involved in a show so you can sneak up on me, unzip my pants for me, and suck my cock just to get my attention.”
That suggestion had her moaning again, and she turned in his arms, looking up into his face with a playful smile. “I love sucking your cock, Daddy…But I’m also going to bet that, whenever I’m around, you won’t be so obsessed by your stupid television shows, and you’re going to spend a lot more time paying attention to me.”
He seemed to consider her statement. “I think you’re right.” He reached around and pinched her ass, making her squeal before heading back to his typical spot on the couch. He pointed the remote at the television and quirked an eyebrow at her. “You made me miss Final Jeopardy.”