A Daddy for Mother's Day

by Natalie Knight

  My cock is hard seeing this beauty touch herself, and I almost resist the urge to say something. But I've already made my introduction.

  She's scrambling to cover herself up and she’s staring at me now.

  "Hey…I know you," she says from underneath the blanket, a crimson color staining her cheeks.

  "Do you follow polo?" I have to admit, I like that she knows who I am.

  "Only you. You're all over the magazines and papers. You're Carter, right? Carter Williams. I would never have dreamed that you're Percy's brother. I mean, geez, you look nothing alike."

  "He's my stepbrother. The relation is by name only."

  "Oh, well,” she mutters, averting my gaze. “I don't know what to say. You really caught me off guard."

  I grin. "I can't say I'm disappointed."

  She's looking at me intently, and she can't seem to tear her eyes away from my statuesque 6'5 frame. Of course I shouldn’t be surprised she’d recognize me. I’m all over the media right now with my recent win in Britain.

  But what I’m not prepared for is how much I want to fuck this girl.

  I wonder who she’s with…is she Kieran's?

  "Who are you?" I ask because I realize that I have no idea who this beauty is.

  "Oh,” she murmurs. “I’m, uh, Percy's wife."

  What the fuck?

  "Percy, as in my stepbrother Percy?"

  "That's the one."

  "But he's..."

  "Gay?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well, he's bisexual or something, I suppose," she mumbles.

  "Uh, okay," I say dubiously.

  Sure, people can be bisexual. But not Percy. I don't believe it for a second. Percy's only ever been into men and he's never been shy about it.

  Something else is going on here.

  "Yeah, I'm pregnant," she says flatly.

  "Pregnant?" Okay, now I know this is a joke. Percy must be fucking with me somehow. "What’s really going on? You don't look even one day pregnant.”

  My eyes are scanning her super slim torso that’s peeking out at me from under the duvet. Fuck, I want to run my tongue along the contours of her body and take in all of her flavors.

  "It's kind of a long story." Her cheeks flush.

  "I take it you will tell it to me in full one day."

  "Maybe."

  Her eyes look somber and I try to fathom what her story might be. How did someone as beautiful and sexy as she is end up in this guest bedroom? And married to Percy, of all the people in the world.

  But fuck, I can’t take my eyes off her.

  She’s lying there like a feast that I’d devour in a second. I want to rip the rest of those clothes off her perfect body and welcome her to the family in an up close and personal way.

  I don’t give a fuck about Percy—now that I’ve found her, I want to make her mine. I want to turn her into my sexy little plaything for as long as I can.

  I have a burning need to show her just what she's been missing in a man. Because Percy sure as fuck isn’t doing anything in that department—obviously since she’s in here taking matters into her own hands.

  "So who are you anyway? I know you’re Carter, but—"

  "Oh shit, I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” I was so distracted that I failed to introduce myself. “So yeah, the name’s Carter, as you already know. I’m John's stepson from his first marriage. Percy and I grew up together."

  "Oh,” she says, running the tip of her tongue between her lips. “So you’re Kieran’s brother?”

  I narrow my eyes. How the fuck does she know Kieran? Has that fucker already moved in on her? I wouldn’t put it past him.

  But before I can reply, she continues with, “Well, I’m Stacy. Nice to meet you."

  She seems displeased at the mention of Percy and I’m determined to find out why. I’m equally determined to know why her face flushed when she said Keiran’s name. But that’s a matter for another time.

  "I have to admit…I’m surprised Percy has a wife. I find it strange that he married you. I know him—I really know him."

  "Yeah well, he's different." She shrugs like she has nothing else to say on the matter. How well does she even know Percy? Maybe I should enlighten her.

  "What do you know about your husband, Stacy?” I ask her, and she looks away from me and out the window. Yeah, she knows exactly who Percy is.

  When we were growing up, Percy was always scheming and deceiving people. He's a master manipulator.

  People always liked me better. Percy had very few friends growing up, and I think he still holds that against me.

  "I know Percy,” she whispers faintly, and then her gaze returns to me. “Why are you here? To say goodbye?"

  "Yeah, I just came here because I needed to pick up a few things."

  "It must be hard…losing him." She gives me a small sympathetic smile.

  My jaw ticks but I can’t deny it’s nice to have someone who seems to actually give a fuck about how I feel.

  "It is hard. He was my stepdad, but was better to me than my real dad ever was. My mom went through so many men and marriages. But John raised me and he always made sure that I was okay. He was a good man."

  "Yeah, he worked with my dad a lot. I always heard good things."

  Okay then, that's how she knows us. At least there's something of a connection there. But I’m still trying to piece together how this girl fits in. Why the fuck is she married to Percy? I just can’t wrap my head around it.

  "I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a father." A flash of something crosses her face but it’s gone the next second.

  "Yeah," I tell her, suddenly feeling myself caught in a moment of pure vulnerability. "It was totally unexpected. He really held everything and everyone together. I don't know how things will operate without him here."

  "I'm sorry you're having to go through that. I’m here, you know, if you ever want to..." She spreads her legs under the duvet, her eyes never leaving mine. "Talk."

  Holy fuck. Hell yeah. I’m so down to…talk.

  I give her a smirk. “How considerate of you. I may just have to take you up on the offer. I haven’t had a good talk in a long time.”

  The decision to accept her invitation is an easy one. I’ll show her everything she’s been missing in a man. Because Percy sure as fuck isn’t taking care of her.

  My cock is rock-hard, straining against the fabric of my pants. I see her trying to size up my length and girth. She won’t be disappointed. Not with all ten inches, thick as a fucking coke can stuffed inside her.

  I can't wait to give this girl what she's obviously aching for—a real man between her legs. Percy pales compared to me, and he doesn't even fuck women, so I have no idea what he's doing with her.

  I’m going to find out.

  But it can wait. Because for now, I have to claim Stacy.

  Stacy

  Wrapping up the sheet around me, I cover my naked body and go up to my feet. Without even knowing why I’m doing it, I close the distance between me and him and my heart picks up the pace.

  “Hello there,” he whispers, looking straight into my eyes. With a grin—a devilish and sexy one at that—he leans in, and my eyelids droop by instinct. Our lips touch and everything becomes real; I’m really kissing Percy’s stepbrother.

  And he tastes exactly like I imagined he would. His lips are a perfect fit on mine, and as he holds me by the hips, I realize that a kiss is just the beginning.

  We’re going to do so much more than just kissing. And that sounds about perfect.

  “Stacy,” he whispers, and a shiver goes up my spine as I hear my name rolling over his tongue, “I want you…and I’ll have you.”

  I move one hand over his belt and flatten it against his crotch. A grin dawns on his face as he feels the pressure of my hand. I can feel the shape under his pants hardening against my fingers.

  I curl my fingers around the shape of his cock, my heart tightening in my chest as I realize that not only is
he big, he’s also thick…and when I say thick, I really mean it. It’s almost like he’s hiding a can of Coke inside his pants.

  He pushes me back, one hand still on my waist and the other going to the nape of my neck, and tangles his long fingers in my hair. He only stops when my back is against the wall, his body pressed against mine. I keep my fingers tightly curled around his hard cock and—Jesus Almighty—it seems even bigger than before now.

  I continue, tightening my fingers around his cock and grinning wildly as he grabs my hair, forcing my head back. He lays his mouth on my neck, kissing my skin in a straight line until his lips are on mine again. Pushing his way inside my mouth with his tongue, his kiss grows fiercer and savage, the hand he has on my waist going down over the sheet.

  I grow wetter with each inch his fingers cover, and I feel that sweet anxiety taking over me. The kind of anxiety that makes me so crazy, I could just throw him on top of the mattress and ride him until I collapse.

  Moving his hand under the sheets, he slides it up until his fingers are brushing against my inner thighs. My pussy is so wet that I feel my juices dripping down my legs. With a sudden movement, he flattens the palm of his hand right between my thighs, his long fingers pressing against my wetness as I gasp.

  I breathe out, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes. He starts rubbing my pussy with slow teasing strokes, and my hips start moving by instinct, grinding against his open hand.

  Trailing off, he takes his hand off of my pussy and starts kissing my neck. His lips go down to my chest and, grabbing at the sheet, he pulls it down my body. Pushing the fabric down, he only stops when the sheet is bunched up at my feet, my naked body aching for him.

  I reach for his hair and, grabbing it, I pull him into me. He doesn’t fight back, allowing his mouth to fly straight to between my tits. He kisses me between my breasts, sliding both his hands up my back.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grins, his eyes focused on my tits.

  He looks at me in silence, his eyes taking in the sight of my naked chest, and I do the thinking for him. I grab both his hands and, slowly, place them over my naked tits. I close my eyes as I feel the palm of his hands pressing on my hard nipples, and another moan finds its way out of me when he squeezes my breasts.

  Easing up the pressure, he uses his thumb and index finger to pinch my right nipple, and then he does the same to the left one. I look into his eyes as he does it, biting down on my lower lip as I feel that sweet pain travelling from my tits to brain.

  Without allowing me enough time for a response, he dives into me once more. His lips go over the curve of my right breast, closing in on my hard nipple. Using his tongue, he starts circling it, driving me completely mad.

  I grab his hair fiercely, forcing him to move his mouth straight to my nipple but, this time, he resists me.

  Finally, though, he flicks his tongue against my hard, rosy tip and I let out one quivering moan.

  Moving fast now, he wraps his lips around my nipple and starts sucking harder, battering against my aching tip with the tip of his tongue. With his free hands, he squeezes my right breast, my skin burning up as I succumb to the touch of his fingers.

  He then pulls back from my kiss and looking at me in the eyes, he continues, slowly going down on his knees.

  Without even giving me enough time to prepare myself for what’s about to happen, he just dives into me and presses his open mouth against my drenched pussy.

  I arch my back and, without even knowing what the hell I’m doing, my instinct takes over as I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder.

  With my pussy now perfectly angled, Carter starts sucking me. My skin prickles as I feel his lips on me, and I can barely believe how good it feels.

  A shiver goes up my spine as he brushes his index finger over my drenched folds, and when he starts moving it up and down I can’t help but moan.

  My voice explodes in the silence of my bedroom like a song of pleasure. I thrust my hips against him, anxious to feel his fingers—and his mouth on me. I bite on my lower lip, my eyes locked on his as I run my fingers through his hair, urging him to carry on.

  He chuckles, and then presses his open mouth against my pussy. I moan even louder than before as he sucks on my inner lips, using his tongue to lap at them.

  Using the leg I have over his shoulder to lock him in place, I start thrusting, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he devours me.

  With my eyelids closed shut, I let my consciousness be dragged down into a world of pure pleasure, each flick his tongue makes against me feels like lightning crashing down on me.

  He keeps going until I can no longer tell if I’m moaning or screaming, my voice just another constant in a sea of ecstasy.

  “Oh, yes, that feels so good,” I tell him, still grabbing at his hair.

  The moment these words leave my mouth, he takes one hand to my pussy and presses his thumb over my clit, immediately moving it viciously in a circular motion.

  I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to take this without coming because—oh, forget about that. I’m going to come now.

  Exhaling sharply, I let a wave of mind-bending ecstasy crash against both my mind and body, every single muscle in me twitching and trembling as my nerve endings become overloaded.

  I start hissing through my gritted teeth, yanking on Carter’s hair and forcing him against my pussy so harshly that I don’t even know if he can breathe. Only when pleasure starts to subside do I let go of him, slowly placing my leg back on the floor.

  He pulls back from me and I force my eyelids open. I can’t help but grin as, looking down at him, I notice my fluids dripping down his chin. I reach for him and, with two fingers under his jaw, I make him get up until he’s on my level.

  I place both my hands on his chest and push him back, driving him across the bedroom. Grabbing his arm, I force him to sit down on the edge of the bed and then climb on his lap, straddling him.

  With both hands on his shoulders, I pull his jacket down his arms and then start unbuttoning his shirt, patiently taking care of each button.

  Anticipation builds inside of me as my knuckles brush against his ripped muscles on the way down and, as I strip his perfect body bare, I feel a violent urge dancing in my mind.

  I untuck the rest of his shirt and slip it off his arms in a hurry; then I move my hands from his waist to his chest, feeling every hard curve of his chiseled chest. I didn’t think I could become wetter, but I guess I was wrong about that.

  Yanking on his hair, I lean in to kiss him again, my tits pressed tight against his pectorals.

  He takes his hands to my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I start swaying my hips, moving my pussy up and down the length of his shaft. Even though he still has his pants on, I can already tell that I’m in for a treat.

  Grinding against him as hard as I can, I then force myself to roll to the side. My hands dart straight to his waist, and I take care of his belt as fast as I can, unbuckling it and pulling it free from its loops with a sudden movement.

  Breathing hard, I unbutton his pants and then, as slowly as I can, start unzipping his fly. His cock strains against his boxer briefs as if it has a life of its own, pushing against the back of my hand with a fierceness that makes me bite on my lower lip in excitement.

  Hooking my fingers on his pants, I push them down his legs as he kicks off his shoes, and then I take a couple of seconds to marvel at the perfect man sitting by my side. Locking eyes with him, I curl my fingers around the hem of his boxer briefs and then I tug them down as violently as I can.

  His cock springs free at once.

  Wasting no time, he guides my hand toward his cock and I submit to his desire, grabbing his thick shaft. Giving up on my teasing, I start stroking him as fast as I can, moving my hand up and down the whole length of his shaft.

  Using my free hand, I caress his balls, rolling them over my stretched fingers; my eyes still locked on his, I climb down from his body an
d kneel on the floor.

  Leaning into him, I tilt my head sideways and I reach for the side of his shaft with the tip of my tongue.

  Resting it against his warm skin, I run my tongue down to his balls and, there, I open my mouth and start sucking on one of them. I take it inside my mouth and, after lapping at it with my tongue, I move to the other one and do exactly the same.

  Sliding my tongue back up his shaft, I only stop at the tip of his cock. I run my tongue in quick wide circles around it before finally lowering myself and wrapping my lips around his pulsing flesh.

  Doing it as slowly as I can, I roll my lips down his shaft until I can feel his cock pressed against the back of my throat. Closing my eyes, I make one final effort and take the remaining inches inside of my mouth.

  I doubt I can fit his entire cock in my mouth, but I had to try and I’m so glad I did. I’m so turned on from tasting him and taking him in my mouth that my whole body is humming with need.

  Sliding back over his shaft, I go down again, starting a pendulum motion. Grabbing his cock, I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, my lips making a wet sound as they go over his length. I keep on stroking him as I do it, my hand and my mouth in sync with one another.

  Wanting to go the extra mile, I finally peel my fingers off his cock and place both my hands on his ass cheeks, digging my fingers into his flesh and pulling him into me.

  Holding onto his body, I start moving my mouth at a frenetic pace, going so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up.

  Suddenly Carter stops me, placing both his hands on my head and pulling his cock out. There’s a grin on his lip and grabbing me by the hand, he pulls me up to my feet. He presses me against the wall again, crushing his mouth against mine.

  “It’s time we up the ante,” he tells me then, locking his eyes on mine, and I become wetter than I’ve ever been.

  Carter

  Holy fuck.

  Those are the only two words that can describe what’s happening right fucking now.

  Stacy is eye-candy, yes, but she’s so much more. I half-expected her to be a timid one, but hell…she’s everything but timid.