by B. B. Hamel
I lose myself in his kiss, loving his taste and how easily he pins me down and controls me. He releases my wrist again and slowly moves down my body, teasing my breasts through my thin cotton shirt before slipping under my panties and finding my slick pussy.
This time, he doesn’t stop. He strokes my spot with his fingers, sliding them around my clit before pressing them inside of me. I gasp into his kiss and moan. He pulls back and smirks, looking at me.
“Be quiet,” he says. “You need to be very quiet if you’re going to let me make you come again. Can you do that?”
“I’ll try,” I whisper.
“Good girl.” He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. He teases my nipples with his tongue and teeth as his fingers pump into my pussy, sliding in and out. “Am I going to have to cover your mouth?”
I’m not sure how to answer, because I can’t think. It feels so fucking good, having him on top of me like this, fucking my pussy with his fingers. “I don’t know,” I gasp.
“Fuck, girl,” he says, moving off me. He slides his boxer briefs off, revealing his hard cock. “Come here.”
I lean over him, hands on his chest, and kiss him deep. He takes my hair in his hands, pulling me back, making me gasp. I reach down and find his hard cock, and slowly stroke him.
He’s big, really big, much bigger than I’ve seen before. He grunts softly. “You’re too fucking loud,” he says. “But I know what’s going to make you quiet.” He reaches over and grabs my hips, pulling me toward him and turning me. I gasp as he makes me straddle his face, placing my mouth down by his cock.
I gasp as his tongue finds my pussy. “Suck that cock,” he says. “You can’t be too loud while you gag on my big dick.”
I moan but I do as I’m told. I take the base of his cock in one hand and slowly slide him into my mouth. He’s hug and barely fits, but I force him in there, gagging slightly and moaning softly as he tongues my little pussy.
I start to suck his cock as he licks my clit, tongue sliding down along my pussy, eating my every inch. It feels so fucking good and drives me wild to have his cock in my mouth as he licks my pussy.
I slide him down deep, taking as much as I can, making him grunt. I feel his fingers press deep inside of my pussy as he starts fucking me like that as I suck his cock faster, getting deeper.
“Fuck, I love this tight little cunt,” he says. “You’re dripping for me, you know that, baby? You want to scream, but you can’t with this big cock down your fucking throat.” He pushes his hips up, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.
I gag but I hold him there, overwhelmed by the pleasure. My pussy feels so fucking good, and I love having his cock in my mouth. It’s an amazing sensation as I gag and yet feel so much pleasure. It only heightens the intensity as he keeps working me, thrusting into my throat, fucking my mouth while his fingers fuck my pussy.
“Shit, girl,” he grunts. “I want to come down that pretty fucking throat. You’re driving me insane. I didn’t know you were such a slut for cock.”
I pull back, gasping in air. “I’m not,” I moan.
He slaps my ass, hard. I gasp, surprised. “Don’t argue with me,” he says. “Call me fucking Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, taking his cock into my mouth again and sucking him harder.
“That’s right, fuck, I love this tight ass and perfect cunt.” He tongues me, sliding in and out. “Delicious, goddamn.”
Suddenly, he pushes me off him and to the side. I sit back and look at him as he gets onto his knees. He reaches out and takes me by the hair, turning me around, getting me on all fours, face toward the pillow. He pushes my mouth down into it as he spreads my legs wide.
I feel his cock pressing up against my pussy, ready to thrust inside of me. He leans over me, mouth against m ear. “I’m going to fuck you and I’m not going to be nice,” he says. “You can moan and scream all you want into that pillow. And when you come, you better thank your Daddy. Understand?”
I nod my head once and he kisses me gently on the lips before pressing my face into the pillow.
I grip the sheets as he slides himself inside of me. I gasp as the pain hits me at first, surprising in its intensity. But it’s mixed with pleasure as he reaches around my hip and slowly rubs my clit. He eases himself deep inside of me, filling my pussy, as he works my clit.
Slowly he pulls back then thrusts hard into me. I moan, gasping at the pleasure and the pain as he starts thrusting, slow but hard at first. He’s easing me into it, I can tell, but he can barely hold himself back.
I don’t want him to ease me into anything. I buck my hips back and lift my face from the pillow, looking over my shoulder at him. For a brief second, our eyes meet.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I say softly.
I hear his groan as he grabs my hair and shoves my face back into the pillow.
He doesn’t hold back anymore. He rocks his cock into my pussy, fucking me like a hurricane, like a perfect nightmare. He rips into my cunt, body slamming into my ass, and I’m filled with absolute pleasure. I scream out and moan into the pillow, hands gripping the headboard. His fist remains in my hair, though he’s not pressing my face down anymore, I want it there.
I ride my hips back along his length, working my back He lets me do the work for a second as he reaches around with his other hand to work my clit. He releases my hair and thrusts hard into me as he slaps my ass at the same time. I gasp as he does it again, and I know he’s leaving nice red palm prints on my ass.
I want more. I rock my hips back, using my leverage to fuck him, and he grunts his approval.
“That’s right, baby girl, ride that fucking fat cock,” he growls at me, pulling my hair again. He grabs my breasts rough and tease my nipples as he fucks me, cock ripping into my tight cunt.
I don’t know how we’re not waking up the whole house, but I don’t care. All I can think about is getting fucked by his thick cock and how incredible it feels.
Totally out of my mind, he suddenly pulls himself out, grabs my hips, and turns me around onto my back. He spreads my legs wide and slams his cock back inside of me, barely missing a beat.
He puts his big, rough hand over my mouth as he grinds his cock inside of me. I grab onto his back, fingers digging into his skin as he fucks my tight pussy harder, filling me up. My pussy clenches down and I bite his hand, making him grunt, but he doesn’t stop. It only makes him fuck me harder, rougher.
I start to roll my hips, rubbing my clit against him as he fucks me rough. We get into a rhythm and I’m losing it, absolutely losing it. I have to bite down on his hand again just to keep from screaming my head off. He grunts and I know it hurts him, but I can’t stop it. I dig my fingers into his back as he fucks me faster and deeper. Sweat drips down our bodies and I don’t know how much longer I can take it.
“Come for me,” he says, sensing how close I am. “Go ahead, girl. Come on his cock. I’m going to fill your pretty mouth when you’re done.”
My orgasm comes clean and fast, ripping through me. He keeps my mouth covered as I moan into his palm. He doesn’t let up as he fucks me though, pushing me further and further into my orgasm, overwhelming my mind, pushing me deep into pleasure.
It’s incredible, and I don’t know how I haven’t felt this way before, but I haven’t. Connor got me where nobody else could ever get me, and I know I need more, I know I’m already addicted, falling deeper.
When my orgasm passes, he moves his hand and pulls his cock from inside of me. He moves around me and grabs my hair, pressing his cock between my lips. I take him and start working his shaft, sucking his cock, taking him deep into my mouth. He fucks my face like that, grunting, sweating, and I know he’s close.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I taste his cum fill my mouth. I don’t stop, I just keep sucking him, swallowing every single drop as he fills my mouth and throat. I’m amazed and impressed as he finishes, and together we collapse onto my bed.
He wraps his arms around me and we lay t
here, panting and sweating, totally spent and exhausted. “Shit,” he says softly. “That was louder than I wanted.”
“It could have been worse.” I sigh and nuzzle up against him, but suddenly notice that he’s bleeding. “Shit, Connor. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”
He looks down at his hand and laughs. “Oh. I didn’t notice.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He shrugs. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t do that again.”
He shrugs and kisses me gently. “Learning curve. Next time, don’t bite so hard.”
I smile and nuzzle up against him again, enjoying his arms wrapped around me.
I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good. For the first time in my life, I don’t want to be somewhere else. I don’t know why, but it’s perfect, right here in his arms. I never knew I could even feel this way, but it’s the truth. I can’t run from it or deny it.
Eventually, though, he stirs and slowly gets up. “I have to go,” he says. “I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
He kisses me gently again. “See you tomorrow.” I watch as he dresses and then slips out of my room again like a ghost.
I lie back down, spinning from pleasure and exertion. I feel so good, and I’m suddenly so tired that I drift off to sleep in no time.
17
Connor
What the fuck is wrong with me, sneaking into my stepdaughter’s room to fuck her?
That’s some next level fucked up shit. I wake up early the next morning, kicking myself and yet still not regretting anything that happened. I get a little hard just thinking about her perfect body under my hands, the way she writhed and moaned and could barely keep herself silent. I actually don’t know how Julia didn’t hear us and come bursting into Sydney’s room, but it seems like we got away with it.
This morning I have even more difficult business to attend to. I quickly dress and clean myself up before finding Julia down in the kitchen, getting ready to leave for work.
I banish all thoughts of Sydney from my mind. I don’t let myself think about her up her in her room right now, half naked and sleeping, her body taut and ready for me. I could so easily sneak in here, spread her legs, and wake her up with my tongue against her delicious little clit...
“Connor?”
I blink and look at Julia. “Morning,” I say.
“You’re staring at the coffee like you want to make love to it.”
“I love coffee,” I say quickly, pouring myself a cup.
She gives me a weird look, hefting her bag onto the counter. “You’re up early.”
“I wanted to catch you before you left.”
She frowns slightly. “What about?”
“I went and visited your brother yesterday.”
I sip my coffee as she studies me. She keeps her face carefully composed, but I can see the cracks in her armor. She’s very unhappy that I’d go out and do that behind her back. Frankly, she’s probably pretty fucking pissed, but it’s okay. She won’t let herself lose control. If there’s one thing I can count on with Julia, it’s that she’ll maintain her composure no matter what.
“Why would you do that?” she asks me.
“Because you’re not taking his threat seriously.”
“I’m taking it as seriously as it needs to be taken,” she says, her expression flat.
I shake my head, sipping my coffee to get a second to think. I have to approach this delicately or else she’ll back off and push me away. I can’t let her think that I’m undermining her control over this situation. I know the kind of person she is, and I’ve had commanding officers just like her. Sometimes, people like her can be very competent, but if they’re wrong about something, it’s hard to change their mind.
“Maybe it was a mistake,” I say, playing to her ego. “You’re probably right. But I did record the conversation.”
That interests her. She leans against the counter. “What did you say?”
“What I said isn’t all that interesting. It’s what he said that you’ll want to hear.”
“Send me the recording,” she says.
I grin at her. “Yes, ma’am.” I snap a little salute.
“Please, Connor. I don’t have time for this. Just send me the recording and I’ll judge whether it’s worth getting upset over or not.”
“I’m not upset, Julia. But I am concerned.” I step toward her, wanting to get the full weight of this. “I need to protect you and Sydney.” Julia’s face flinches at the mention of her daughter’s name, and my stomach drops.
“You need to keep playing your part,” she says. “Convince my father that you’re a great man and that I’ve turned over a new leaf. Nothing else matters.” She stands up and shoulders her bag.
“Your brother is dangerous,” I say as she heads toward the entrance. “It’s not going to go away on its own. You have to know that.”
“I’ll listen to the recording,” she says. She reaches the door, waves, and leaves, shutting it behind her.
I stand in the kitchen for a second staring at the door, going over what just happened in my mind.
As soon as I said Sydney’s name, it was like I pinched her or something. She flinched and grimaced, though I don’t know why exactly.
But I can guess. She knows that I want her daughter and she’s probably aware that her daughter wants me too. I don’t know if her distaste for that relationship stems from her desire to achieve her goals, or if she genuinely thinks that I’m not good enough for her daughter. Frankly, it’s probably a little bit of both.
She might be right. I might be no good for Syd. She probably needs a guy more her own age, someone who can share her experiences with her. She doesn’t need a man like me taking her, using her body, making her feel things she never imagined. Maybe it’s all too fast and too soon for Sydney.
Maybe her mother is right and I’m making a huge mistake. Doing what I did to her outside yesterday was a pretty big deal and a major risk. I don’t know what kind of surveillance Evan has this house under, and he could be watching it every second of the day. It’s totally possible that he has some serious drones flying around up there, videotaping everything that goes on out here.
I wasn’t sure that he’d go so far, but now I am. After yesterday I’m sure that man will use every single resource at his disposal to discredit me and Julia. He’s going to intimidate and threaten, and eventually he’s going to do something even more drastic.
I have to be ready for when he does. Because I have this strange, blossoming attraction to Sydney, but I don’t know what to do with it.
I head upstairs, trying to figure out what I’m going to do with myself. I get on my phone and send Julia the recording, hoping that actually helps, but not sure if it will.
I don’t hear from Julia all day. I work out around noon, which is when Sydney typically goes outside for a swim. I try not to stare at her as she walks through the kitchen but I can’t help myself. Instead of jumping her, though, I work my aggression out on the weight bench.
She doesn’t come up to me, which only makes me want to approach her more. After what happened last night, I know we should talk about it, or at least acknowledge it. I snuck into her room in the middle of the night and fucked her rough. I don’t know if that was crossing a line for her, or if that’s something she’s going to want me to do more often. I don’t even know if I think it’s right and good for me to follow through on these feelings.
I work out for an hour, pushing my limits a little bit, and I’m pretty exhausted when I head out into the kitchen for a protein shake. As I’m mixing it up, I catch sight of Sydney out by the pool, almost as if by mistake.
But I know it’s not a mistake when I stare at her. She’s wearing sunglasses, and her skin looks incredible in the high afternoon sunlight. She’s stretched out, one knee in the air, wearing a white bikini that’s beyond fucking sexy. I force myself to look away, chugging my drink
, before grabbing my shirt and heading outside.
I should leave her alone. But I can’t help myself. I hope that I’m tired enough that I don’t just instantly take her by the hips and tear her bathing suit off. I wrap my shirt behind my neck and I realize that I’m fucking impatient for her.
She lowers her sunglasses when I sit down on the chair next to her. “You look sweaty,” she says.
“Just worked out.”
“I can tell.”
I smirk at her. “I thought you wanted to get out of the house more often.”
She smiles right back. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to.”
“Good point. Do you get tired of sitting out here all day?”
“Not really,” she says. “And I bet you don’t mind it one bit.”
I look at her for a second, my smirk deepening. “And why do you say that?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you’re in there, working out, thinking about me half naked out here.”
“Maybe,” I say. “And what are you thinking about out here?”
“You,” she says, not looking away.
I lean toward her. “You like playing dangerous little games, don’t you?”
“You’re the one sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night.”
“True. But I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“No. You didn’t hear much of anything.”
I grin at her. “Because I had my hand over your mouth.”
“And your cock in it.”
I’m hard as fuck and I can tell she’s blushing, but she’s not looking away. I can’t believe how straightforward she’s being, and it’s taking all of my fucking willpower not to do something right now. She’s practically begging for it. Her skin is glistening in the sunlight and I know she’s dripping wet just thinking about what we did last night.
But I have to get myself under control.
“Careful,” I say. “I’m not sure you can handle much more, girl.”
“Maybe,” she says, blushing deeper.
“That little pussy sore this morning?” I ask, trying to push her buttons. “I bet it is. Not used to having a cock like mine.”