by Selena Kitt
“Oh hell.” He swallowed, pursing his lips as if he could keep her at bay, her nipple brushing over his mouth, his chin.
“Tell me, Daddy.” She cupped both breasts, pressing them together, rubbing her nipples over his rough, reddened cheeks. “Tell me you want me. You want me more than her.”
“Fuck! Yes!” He swore again, thrusting his hips toward the ceiling, taking her with him, hands still firmly pressing her into his crotch. “Yes! Yes! I want to fuck you. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Yes.” She smiled, satisfied, as he lowered his hips, bringing her back down, his breath hot against her breasts. He caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking deeply, and she gasped, twisting in his arms, pulling out of his grasp.
“What are you doing?” His breath was coming fast, just as fast as hers, as she slid down to kneel between his thighs. She unzipped him before he could protest, freeing his cock. He was hard, the tip of his cock wet with precum. She rubbed it in with her thumb before taking him into her mouth. Drew moaned, watching her with an expression caught between bliss and disbelief.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he murmured, pushing her hair out of the way so he could watch.
Anna let him slip briefly from between her lips to answer. “You can learn a lot from reading books.”
“Show me.”
She did, swallowing his length again and again, rubbing the head of his cock over her lips and flicking at it with her tongue when she felt his thighs start to tremble and his hips rise. She made it last, wanting to explore him with her mouth, every glorious inch. His cock was thick, a nice, respectable length, the circumcised head fat and spongy against her tongue.
“Easy, girlie.” His hand in her hair slowed her when she got too excited. “Not yet.”
“I’m so wet,” she murmured, licking down his shaft, flicking her tongue at the base of his cock.
“Touch yourself,” he urged, looking down at her hard nipples brushing against his inner thigh.
Her pussy was wet, the crotch of her panties soaked, and she pushed them aside so she could rub her clit, moaning softly as she gently sucked the head of his cock. Drew watched her face, eyes half-closed, lost in his own pleasure but still paying attention to hers.
“I want to see you,” he insisted, tugging at her hair. “Stand up. Show me.”
Anna flushed, but she did as he asked, using his knees to steady herself. She showed him her pink panties, how they were pushed aside into the crook of her thigh, her pussy lips shaved smooth. His eyes lit up at the sight and his fisted his cock as she parted her lips with one hand and made circles around her clit with the other.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Would you let me taste you?”
“Maybe.” She smiled, her knees weak at the thought.
“Come here.” He reached for her, helping her step up onto the sofa, one foot on each side of him.
Reaching around, Drew found the zipper to her skirt and slid it down. She stepped carefully out of it, assuming the same position. He grabbed her hips, guiding her toward his mouth, and Anna gave in to him, her knees buckling slightly. He took the weight of her on his shoulders, his hands moving over her body as he fastened his mouth over the wet flesh of her pussy.
“Oh God,” she whispered, her eyes closing involuntarily. She’d had boys do it to her before like this, but she’d never had anyone so skilled. Drew’s tongue was relentless, flicking back and forth against her clit, teasing at first, testing her reaction. When she moaned and thrust her hips at him, rocking toward his tongue, he slid his arms under her legs and ass, palms pressed to the small of her back, and began to suck her clit.
“Ohhhhh Drew,” she whispered, tweaking her own nipples to heighten the sensation, knowing it wouldn’t be long, not long at all, before she was flooding his tongue with her juices.
He stopped just long enough to gasp, “Call me Daddy.”
“Daddy,” she whispered, a smile playing on her lips, a thrill going through her. “Oh Daddy, that’s so good. Lick my pussy, Daddy. Make your baby girl come all over your face.”
“Ohhhh fuck!” Drew’s words were muffled but she understood them clearly enough. Then there were no more words at all, because he was drowning in her flesh, devouring her pussy with mouth and tongue and teeth, driving her toward orgasm.
“Daddy!” she cried, knowing now it thrilled him as much as it did her. “Oh Daddy! Daddy! You’re going to make me come!”
“Mmmm!” was his only response, aside from the flickering pass of his tongue over her sensitive clit. She was so close, thighs trembling, her body completely his, and then she was coming, shuddering and spreading wide as his mouth took her places she thought she’d been but had never really seen, not like this. The world was all bright light and sound and pure, pulsing pleasure.
“Ohhhhh Daddy,” she whispered as she began to come back down to earth, collapsing onto the sofa, straddling him again, this time in a sitting position.
“Kiss me.” He didn’t wait for her to answer. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, forcing his tongue onto her mouth, making her taste herself. Anna protested at first, but his mouth was so sure, his tongue softly exploring, and she gave in, sharing the musky taste of her pussy with him.
“I want you,” she whispered, rubbing herself against him. His cock was caught between them, hard and pulsing. Her labia parted for his length and she rubbed her clit up and down the shaft, shivering at the sensation. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please.”
He groaned, shaking his head. “We can’t.”
“Please.” Anna felt him giving in and pressed on. “Please, oh God, please, I want it.”
“You haven’t gotten your report card yet,” he teased, biting his lip as she rolled her hips.
“Do you mean it?” She rocked, back and forth, the wetness of her pussy making a slick path for his cock, up and down her slit. “If I get all As, will you fuck me?”
He groaned. “You could make me come like that.”
“Do you want me to?” She brightened, moving faster. They were both panting.
“I want to come on your hot little pussy.”
“Right here?” Her fingers found her clit, rubbing it as she rocked and rolled, watching the pleasure on his face. “Like this? Is this good?”
“Perfect.”
“Faster?”
He nodded, holding onto her hips. “A little faster.”
“Harder?”
“Oh God.” He gasped when she grabbed his shaft in her fist, pumping him against her clit, rubbing the head over her sensitive nub. “Yeah, baby girl, that’s good. Tug on Daddy’s cock.”
“Ohhhh.” Her pussy quivered, so close, so very close. “You feel so good Daddy. I want your cum all over my wet cunt.”
“Oh fuck!” He gave into it, moaning loudly, thrusting into her hand, right against her wet pussy. “Anna! Oh!”
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!” His cum was hot, shooting in thick spurts against her clit, and the sensation sent her over the edge. She shuddered against him, whimpering as her orgasm shook her whole body, and Drew held onto her tight, letting her collapse in his arms.
“Now what?” In the aftermath of what she’d done, Anna flushed, hiding her face in his neck. But oh, he was so warm, he felt so good, his strong arms wrapped around her.
“Now you get to bed, young lady, before your mother wakes up and finds out what we’ve been up to.” He squeezed her behind and slid her onto the sofa. Both of them began to straighten their clothing, repairing the damage.
Anna got up, ready to head upstairs, but she couldn’t help herself, turning around and leaning down to kiss him softly on the mouth. “I won’t tell. I promise.”
“You’re a bad girl,” he replied hoarsely.
“The baddest.” She smirked. “Do I need a spanking?”
He hand came down hard against her bottom and she squealed, eyes widening.
“To bed,” he insisted.
“Yes, Daddy.”
She felt his gaze on her the whole way.
Anna cradled her cell phone, whispering to Lizbeth. “They’re still fighting.”
“Still?” Her friend was chewing something loudly. “At this rate, they’re gonna divorce by the time you graduate next month and you won’t get any money at all!”
Anna had told her about her report card deal and the possibility of cashing in. She was on track to get all As. Of course, she hadn’t told her about the other, secret deal she’d made with her stepfather.
“So what are they saying?” Lizbeth crunched into the phone.
Creeping to the door, Anna opened it a crack, hearing their voices rising up the stairs. “Caroline, I’m not an idiot. You really expect me to believe this guy on Facebook you decided to meet for drinks without telling me is ‘just a old friend?”
“I don’t care what you believe!” Anna’s mother snapped. “It’s the truth. If you can’t trust me, that’s your problem!”
There was more, but Anna shut the door again, relaying the new information to Lizbeth.
“Damn. Your mom’s cheating? Why in the hell would she cheat on Drew? He’s so fucking hawt!”
Anna didn’t tell her just how much she happened to agree with her. “Hey, someone’s coming upstairs, I gotta run.”
She heard their door open and close at the end of the hall. Downstairs, a car pulled out of the driveway. Anna peeked out the window and discovered her mother’s car gone. Opening her bedroom door, she listened, but didn’t hear anything.
“Hello?” she called hesitantly, taking cautious steps toward their room and then knocking quietly. “Is anyone home?”
The door opened and there was Drew, his mouth set in a grim line. She looked past him and saw a suitcase sitting open on the bed. It was stuffed haphazardly with his clothes. Her head was filled with a similar vision of her father, ten years earlier, packing a different suitcase.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, wide-eyed.
“Leaving.” He turned around, stalking back into the room, and began pulling his clothes out of dresser drawers.
Anna sat on the edge of the bed, watching him shove his stuff into the suitcase. He couldn’t leave. He just couldn’t. What was she going to do without him?
“Don’t go.” She heard the tremble in her voice, but she couldn’t help it. “Please. Don’t leave me.”
Drew stopped in the middle of zipping his suitcase, his expression softening as he looked at her. “Oh sweetheart… I’m not leaving you. I’m leaving your mother.”
“But you’re leaving.” Anna felt tears welling.
“I’m sorry.” Drew sat on the bed beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders. “It’s just… it’s not working out between me and your mom.”
Anna turned to face him, putting her arms around his neck, and he hugged her, kissing the top of her head. When she lifted her face to his, their mouths were very close. She could smell alcohol on his breath.
“Take me with you,” she breathed. “Please.”
“Oh Anna…” He sighed, shaking his head. She knew what his answer was going to be, but she knew too she could change his mind. She was sure of it.
She closed the gap between them, touching her lips to his. He stiffened, starting to pull away, but she clung too tightly, climbing into his lap like she had that night on the sofa. They hadn’t talked about it since, but it was always there, a secret between them, every time he saw her changing in her room (she left the door open when they were the only ones home) and then there was the time she caught him jerking off in the bathroom. He’d called her name when he came, opening his eyes to see her standing there in the doorway with her hand stuck down her panties. It should have happened then, she thought. It should have happened that first night on the couch. But somehow he had resisted. They both had.
But not now. Not anymore.
“Anna, no!” Drew panted as she fumbled with his zipper, reaching in to unleash his cock. It was as hard as she’d imagined, and she was on it before he could say another word, sucking and licking, hungry for him. His hand moved in her hair, trying to push her away at first, but it was no use. Her mouth was fastened over him, taking as much of him as she could.
“I want it so much,” she whispered, unzipping her own jeans one-handed and shoving her hand into them. Her pussy was sopping wet. “Oh God, please, Drew. Please.”
She looked up at him, begging with her eyes, her mouth, her hand stroking his cock, and still saw the hesitation on his face. Anna stood, determined, sliding her jeans down over her hips and stepping out of them, peeling her t-shirt off. She was in just a bra and panties now and the greedy look in her stepfather’s eyes was more than encouraging.
“Touch me.” She lifted his hand, pressing it to her breast over her bra. Drew groaned, rubbing his thumb over her hard nipple through the material. She shivered, moaning softly, her hand slipping under the elastic of her panties so she could play with herself. “Oh God yes… that’s so good. You make my pussy so wet.”
He moaned again at her words, closing his eyes, shaking his head, but his body was betraying him, his hands traveling down her ribcage, her hips, pulling her into his lap. She straddled him happily, rocking against his cock, just like she had that night on the sofa, and Drew kissed her, drawing her tongue into his mouth, sucking gently as he kicked off his jeans and boxers.
“Oh Anna, sweetheart,” he whispered, looking down to see her pussy exposed, panties aside, the entrance just inches from the head of his dick. “I can’t. We can’t. Ohhh fuck.”
“Yes,” she insisted, pushing him back on the bed. The suitcase was beside them, packed and ready to go. “Yes, we can. Fuck me, Drew.”
He looked up at her sitting on top of him, her hand moving the head of his cock through her slit, coming dangerously close to her hole. Her pussy spasmed, as if it could draw him into her.
“You know you want it.” She slapped the head of his dick against her pussy. “You want to fuck my wet little cunt.”
“Anna!” he cried, shaking his head, but she knew her words were getting to him.
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, hearing him make a sound that was almost a sob. “You want to fuck your little girl’s wet pussy, don’t you?”
“Ohhhh fuck.” His hands tightened on her hips, face twisted into a grimace. “Ohhhh yes. Yes! I want your cunt! Put it in, Anna! Put it in!”
Triumphant, she did, sliding down onto his cock in one long, fluid motion. They both cried out at the sensation, and Anna leaned over to kiss him, slanting her mouth across his in a desperate kiss.
“I’m going to fuck you, little girl,” he murmured, his hips already rolling under hers. “I’m going to fuck you so fucking good.”
She moaned as he bucked her up, rolling her onto the bed and driving into her. Anna gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, as he fucked her hard and deep, giving her all the pent up lust they’d been holding back for months—for years.
“Ohhh yes, Daddy!” She fucked him back, as hard as she could. “Do it hard! I love it hard like that! Oh yesss!”
He grunted and thrust, grinding his pelvis into hers. “Oh Anna, your fucking pussy is so good. I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come, sweetheart. Ahhhh God!”
“Yes!” She arched her back, hands fisted in his hair, feeling her own orgasm just seconds behind. “Oh Daddy, make me come all over your big fucking cock!”
That did it for both of them, and Drew shuddered and slammed into her one last time, sending her over the edge of darkness into light, the world exploding around them both. She felt every pulse as he filled her, every sweet wave of his cum, and her spasming pussy welcomed it all.
“Oh Anna.” He kissed her cheek, her mouth, her chin, her neck. “Oh fuck. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” she murmured, stroking his hair, still dizzy, her ears ringing. “Just take me with you.”
He lifted his head, looking down at her with soft eye
s. “Oh God, girlie. If we did that… I don’t even want to think what might happen.”
“Anything.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. “We could be… oh Drew, we could be everything to each other. We could run off and be together and… and find some happy.”
Drew chuckled. “Find some happy?”
“That’s what Lizbeth says. She says if you’re not getting it where you’re at, you should go find yourself some happy.” Anna wanted this, wanted him, more than she ever could have said. Now that she was faced with losing him, she knew it more than she ever had before. She just didn’t know if he felt the same way about her.
He has to. He just has to.