“I love you, too,” I said. “But I’m not your daughter.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I’ve wanted you my entire life,” I said. “Please don’t turn me away now. Please.” I buried my face into the hard plane of his chest, my tears wetting his shirt. I felt his hand beneath my chin, gently guiding my face upward, until my pleading eyes connected with his.
“You were my stepdad, but now Mom is dead and I don’t have anyone else,” I said. “I’m a grown woman. Can’t you see that? Didn’t you see it when I sent you those stupid photos?”
“Those were meant for someone else. Not me,” Patton said.
“My boyfriend gave me the idea,” I admitted. “But I sent them to you. I told myself it was an accident, a terrible mistake—that I didn’t do it on purpose. But I missed you so much.”
I kissed him again. This time Patton did not hesitate, mashing his mouth against mine. His embrace was so ardent, it almost hurt my lips, and I gasped for air.
My pussy was aching for Patton’s cock. I crushed my mound against his lap, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to be filled by him, right now. I wanted to fuck my stepfather.
Wiggling out of my little black dress, I lifted it over my shoulders. Patton leaned back to get a better view, his eyes greedy with desire. I pulled it over my head and shook my long hair free as it fell over my shoulders. Patton’s eyes ran up and down my body, lingering on my lacy thong and mismatched bra.
“You are one hot little girl,” he said. “Damn. There’s nothing like this in Iraq.”
I felt his hand running up my back. In a flick of his fingers he unclasped my bra. It tumbled to my lap, freeing my breasts. Patton’s eyes widened. He pulled off his own shirt, revealing a chest so firm it made me tingly between my legs. Then he grabbed me up like I weighed nothing and lay me on the couch, kissing me again, then kissing my cheek. I moaned with pleasure as he nibbled his way down my neck, then biting my shoulder so hard it was sure to leave a mark.
A trail of kisses led Patton to my breasts. He kissed the sensitive nub of my nipple, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. His tongue teased my nipple, drawing it tighter, as he caressed my other breast in his hand.
“Oh, my god,” I cried. “Oh, my god! This is amazing!”
Patton grunted, still suckling my breast. His hand slid into my panties, and my body writhed as he groped the mound between my legs. He stroked me with his fingers, coating them with my wetness. His fingers teased apart the lips of my pussy, and I nearly exploded when he found my clit. I moaned again and couldn’t stop, my body clenching and squirming as he dominated me with his fingers.
“Oh, Daddy! Oh, please,” I moaned. “I want to feel your dick in me. Fuck me, please!”
The orgasm was building inside me. My whole body was tingling and pulsing with pleasure. The hot, sexy feelings in my clit radiated up my tummy, up my arms and down my legs, curling my toes. It’s like I couldn’t move or think. My body tightened even more and I began to sweat. Then the orgasm hit me like a crashing wave.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I panted, my fingers digging into Patton’s hair. “Ahhhhhh.”
Daddy looked up, and I smiled contentedly. “That was amazing,” I sighed.
“It’s not over yet,” he growled.
I yelped with surprise as Daddy grabbed my small, sweaty body and threw me over his shoulder. He stormed down the hall past my bedroom. My body was draped over him, and the blood was rushing to my head as my long hair trailed down his leg, nearly touching the floor. With excitement I realized he was taking me to his bed.
My ass was in the air, and my body was bouncing on his shoulder as he walked me toward his bedroom. He peeled off my panties and dropped them on the hallway floor, and I was entirely naked.
Inside Daddy’s bedroom he threw me down on the soft mattress and stood before me. The room was dark but I could see his hulking frame backlit by the light from the hall. Those impossibly wide shoulders and the hard, heavy chest tapering down to his abs and narrow waist. He was still wearing his blue jeans, and I could see the bulge tenting against the denim.
At that moment I wanted nothing more than to put that dick in my mouth, to to suck him off and drink down his cum. Practically drooling with desire, I crawled to the edge of the bed and fumbled with his belt buckle. The zipper came down and I reached into his boxers, freeing his dick. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I saw how big it was. I honestly had no idea my daddy was packing such a meaty cock.
I was afraid it wouldn’t even fit in my mouth, and I glanced up at Daddy.
“Go ahead,” he said, a devilish gleam in his eye. “Taste it.”
I had never even seen a cock in real life, let alone tasted one, but I didn’t dare to disappoint my daddy. Following his orders, I tentatively kissed the swollen head, running my tongue around the tip. It was warm and delicious, and I could feel my mouth salivating for it. He pushed between my lips, my mouth opening wider and wider as I tried to accept as much of him as I could. It was too big and made me gag.
“Try again,” he urged. “Open your throat and relax.”
Daddy held the back of my head and guided himself into me again. This time I did as instructed. The meaty shaft filled my mouth and pushed down my throat. I started to gag again. I couldn’t breathe and was choking on his cock. But Daddy held firm, and I reminded myself to breathe through my nose. To my surprise my throat opened and Daddy pushed even deeper, going in and out. I submitted to him completely as he fucked my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured. “Touch my balls. A little softer. Oh yeah, that’s the way.”
I felt his muscles clench, and I got ready for him to blow his load down my throat. I couldn’t wait to taste cum for the first time, and it made me so hot to know that Patton would be my first. A ragged moan escaped Patton’s lips and he thrust his cock down my throat. His seed exploded in my mouth, all salty hot goodness hitting the back of my mouth. I greedily gulped down as much as I could. Some of his cum ran out of my mouth, and I licked it back in. It tasted like nothing I’d ever experienced, but I couldn’t get enough. I thought it was delicious.
I sighed with satisfaction.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Patton grinned. “You’ve been a bad little girl and I’m just getting started.”
Patton shoved me back onto the bed with such force it nearly took my breath away. He grabbed my thighs and jerked me to the edge of the bed, then spread me open and buried his face between my legs. I was already dripping wet and now I howled as he licked my hard little clit. My bare ass was twitching in a puddle of my own wetness, and I cried out when Patton thrust his fingers between the slick folds of my pussy. With his tongue on my clit and his fingers curling against the walls of my pussy it was more than I could bear. I let out a scream as the second orgasm ricocheted through me.
“Bad little girl!” Patton growled.
He flipped me over and lay me across his lap, then spanked me hard. I screamed when I felt the slap of his open hand on my bare, reddening ass. He spanked me again. It hurt so badly, but I wanted more.
“Punish me, Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, god, yes. Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!”
My skin smarted from the welts Daddy’s hand left on my backside. He lifted my ass up to his face and kissed the red marks, squeezing handfuls.
“God, you’ve got a hot little ass,” he said. “Hell, everything about you is sexy. I can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.”
Daddy rolled me onto my back again and spread my legs wide open. He rubbed the engorged tip of his cock up and down across the lips of my pussy, wetting himself with my dampness.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he smirked.
“Me too,” I said. “Forever.”
He worked the tip of his cock through my outer folds, pushing, pushing. It didn’t fit.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said.
A panicked thought suddenly raced through my mind. What if it di
dn’t fit? What if he tore me in half with that mighty cock of his?
“Please be gentle,” I cried. “This is my first time.”
Patton stopped. He stood up straight, no longer trying to force himself inside me. “Really?” he asked. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “I’ve been saving myself for the right man.”
“Fuck, Evie,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “You should have told me that. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
He still didn’t get it. All this time, and my stepfather still didn’t know that he was the only man for me. I reached for him with both arms and grabbed his tight butt, then pulled him on top of me. He landed with all of his weight pressed against my body, pinning me to his bed. Holding onto my ankles he spread my legs so wide I thought I was going to split open. I screamed when he shoved himself inside of me, impaling me on his colossal dick.
The pain was unbelievable. The bedroom was spinning, and my vision blurred. Oh, god, it hurt. After the violence of his initial plunge between my legs Patton’s movements slowed to a gentle rhythm as he pushed deeper and deeper, in and out, in and out. My pussy had never felt like this. Soon the pain began to diminish. Then it went away, replaced by the delicious friction of Patton’s thickness filling me with every inch of his manhood.
I moaned as Patton pushed deeper inside of me than I ever thought possible. Salty beads of moisture were gathering on his forehead and dripping onto my tits, mingling with my own sweat.
He picked up his pace, thrusting deeper. His cock was a piston ramming me again and again. I could feel it coming—my third orgasm.
“Harder, Daddy, harder,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
Then a deliciously wicked thought crossed my mind. I wasn’t using birth control. Patton was fucking my brains out, and I was totally unprotected. What if my own dad got me pregnant? What if he put a little baby in my belly? The brave soldier was leaving soon to go back to war, anyway. The least he could do was make a mommy out of me—to give me proof of our love for each other.
“Oh, Daddy,” I purred. “Oh, Daddy, I want you to come inside me.”
“What?” he growled, his rhythm slowing.
“Come inside me,” I said.
“That’s crazy,” he huffed. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Yes, I do. Please, give this to me. If you have to go away, leave some of yourself inside of me.”
Fierceness gleamed in Daddy’s eyes. He thrust harder and deeper, unbearably deeper, faster, his rock-hard cock stretching me beyond belief. My pussy was pulsing and contracting, massaging Daddy’s thickness. He growled and thrust again, and then he exploded. Hot, sticky cum painted the walls of my pussy. Daddy thrust once more, and I felt more of his seed spraying my insides as we climaxed together.
Daddy let his cock linger inside of me, his heavy body resting on mine. Then he pulled out and I felt the sticky warmth of his jism running down my thigh. I hoped some of that cum had found its home deeper inside me, achieving what nature intended for a man and woman.
Rolling onto his side, Daddy wrapped his arms around me, his naked body spooning mine. I was exhausted but happy, too, as I felt his heart beat against my back.
“I never knew how badly I needed that,” he said. “You are incredible. You know that, right?”
“It’s true,” I grinned.
Daddy playfully smacked my butt.
“Bad Daddy!” I scolded. “You don’t mind that, do you? That I keep calling you Daddy?”
He thought for a second. “It felt weird at first, but honestly I get really turned on every time I hear you say it,” he said. To my surprise, I felt his manhood hardening again. What had it been? Like two minutes? I thought men needed more time to recharge.
I shifted my butt, and he entered me from behind. We made love again, me and my Daddy, this time more sweetly than before. He was slow and gentle, his movements flowing in a smooth and steady rhythm that swept me up and didn’t let me go. I closed my eyes and sighed with contentment. I had never experienced this level of intimacy with anyone in my life. Daddy might have fucked me before, but now? This had to be the reason people call it “making love.”
VIII.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving already. How could you do this to me? To us?”
Patton was standing across from me in the kitchen. My body was shaking uncontrollably. I felt like throwing something, or breaking something, maybe even hurting myself. Patton and I had professed our love for each other, and we had spent the next week reaffirming that love, several times a day, as a matter of fact. But in the end, it meant nothing to him. He was going back to that stupid war, to that stupid mission. Despite his assurances, he really couldn’t promise whether I would ever see him again.
Patton would probably end up as one more casualty in the so-called fight for freedom. His body would be shipped home in a flag-draped casket, and some preacher would ramble mindlessly about sacrifice and supporting the troops. When it was over and everyone had gone back to their own families, I’d still be an orphan. An orphan and a widow of our secret love.
Patton grabbed my shoulders. His fingers dug into my skin. He was practically shaking me. “You can’t think like that,” he pleaded. “I need you to be strong for me.”
“I’m just so scared,” I sobbed. “Please don’t go.”
“I told you, this is something I have to do. Someday I hope you understand.” I searched his blue eyes, trying to understand. “This is bigger than you or me, Evie. I love you, but this mission is not up for debate. It just isn’t.”
I slumped into Patton’s arms, giving myself over to fear and grief. He held me for a long time, not saying a word.
Then he was gone.
We Skyped the day he landed in Iraq. A few days after that, he sent me a short message letting me know he would be incommunicado until further notice. He told me not to worry. But that was impossible. I quit my job at the library and stayed home watching the news and reading unreliable news on the Internet, hoping for any sign that Patton was safe.
The days turned into weeks. I was so preoccupied, I didn’t even notice at first.
I was late.
* * *
To read the shocking and heartwarming conclusion to Evie and Patton’s story, please see My Forbidden Military Man by Veronica Vaughn at www.amazon.com/dp/B00YQCQH46
Whether It Fits …
Lily is a good girl at heart. Really, she is—deep down. But Lily is eighteen now, and she has been naughty. Now it’s time for the man of the house to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget! What Lily needs is her man’s discipline, hard and deep, whether she wants it or not.
I.
Clarissa was crashing like a tornado through Lord & Barron’s department store. She kept snatching up dresses and throwing them in a pile over her shoulder. I chased after her, trying desperately to keep up. We were shopping for my birthday dress, but you never would have known that, the way Clarissa had taken charge of the whole affair.
She rolled her eyes. “This is a complete travesty,” she said. “You are so fucking hot, Lily. You know it’s true. What is wrong with the boys in this town?”
“Nothing’s wrong with them,” I protested. “I’ve just been saving myself for the right time.”
“Oh, yeah?” Clarissa sniffed. “Then what was prom for? And graduation night? You have to give up the V-card sometime.”
I shrugged my shoulders. Clarissa was flipping through dresses so fast I didn’t know how she could even see them. She pulled out a perfectly fine cocktail dress, glared at it, and tossed it aside.
“Not slutty enough?” I guessed.
“Nowhere close,” she replied cheerily, buzzing over to another rack.
When she had more than she could carry, she handed the pile of dresses to me, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me into the dressing room. There was barely enough room for both of us. Clarissa ripped the dresses out of my hand
s and dropped them on a chair. The next thing I knew she had halfway pulled my T-shirt over my head.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” I yelped.
“There’s no time for modesty, girl. We’re on a mission here,” Clarissa exclaimed, pulling my shirt all the way off.
I wrapped my arms around my chest, covering my boobs. I was self-conscious about them. We couldn’t all be blessed with huge racks like Clarissa’s. When she reached for the button of my shorts I had enough. I slapped her fingers away.
“I can take off my own shorts, thank you very much,” I scolded.
“Fine,” Clarissa said, sounding a little hurt. She rifled through the pile of dresses she had chosen. She glanced up at the floor-to-ceiling mirror revealing my nearly-nude body in all its humiliating glory.
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