by Q. B. Tyler
Untouched.
Pure.
Like sex.
Fuck, I want her for every meal for the rest of my life.
Her hands leave the headboard and drop to either side of my head as she humps my face, rubbing her wet cunt all over my mouth and chin. “Dominic,” she whimpers and I smile at the fact that she switches back and forth between calling me by my first name and Daddy.
It kept me and my dick on my toes.
She’s breathing like she’s just run a marathon as she slowly pulls her pussy away from my face—much to my reluctance. I hold her in place and run my tongue through her folds one more time and she whimpers. “Fuck, stop. I’m too sensitive.” She shivers. I let her go with a small kiss on her mound and shoot her a wink that I hope she reads as holy fuck, am I planning to do that again later. I expect her to move and lay next to me but instead, she straddles my chest. “Holy fuck. You were right, I came so hard, for a second I think I blacked out.”
“That can happen.”
“It’s never been like that. I…I think I need more.” Her voice is shy, barely above a whisper as she moves down my body and slides my shorts off. She swallows as my cock bobs up towards my pelvis.
“Stassia, wait,” I command, not trusting her to just hop right on my cock.
“I won’t…do that. I just want to rub against it. Can I please? I’ve never felt a cock between my legs before.”
My heart begins to race at her words. I’ll be the first dick she feels against her smooth, sexy cunt. Fuck yes. I nod. “Yes, but not inside.” The reason is probably not what she’s thinking. I want to be the one who controls the ride her first time. I worry about her being a virgin if she slams herself down on top of me, she’ll write off sex forever with the pain that’ll rip through her.
She grips my cock and rubs it between her folds and instantly my dick jumps to get inside the wet warmth. “Such a nice dick.” She murmurs before licking her lips. “I’m going to come all over your cock doing this, and then I’m going to lick myself off of you. How does that sound?”
My eyes widen at the filthy words coming out of her mouth. “It sounds like you watch a lot of porn, little one.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Only what you watch, Daddy.”
“You said something to that effect earlier. How do you know what porn I watch?”
“I checked your browser history.”
My heart stops as I think about what my pornography preferences entail. She did what? “Why?”
“I saw you jacking off once. I wondered what floats your boat.” She shrugs, and normally I’d find this a gross invasion of privacy but with her, I’m wondering what she thinks.
My heart skips a beat knowing what she found if she’d done her research. “And?”
“You like daddy daughter stuff. Kinky.”
Fuck. “Stepdaughter.”
“Tomato, tamato. That implication means you’ve fantasized about fucking me.”
“I have. I’m not proud of it.” She pulls my dick away and taps her clit with it in rapid succession and I see it enlarge and pulse right before my eyes. “Holy fuck, Stassia.” I watch, completely enthralled by my stepdaughter using my cock to masturbate herself. Cum drips from the tip and in a brief moment of clarity, I manage to get out the most responsible thing I’ve said all day. “Birth control.”
“On it,” she says without missing a beat. She continues to rub and I’m fairly certain I’ll combust if I don’t get my dick into one of her holes.
I let out a shaky breath to prevent myself from coming, which seems impossible with the way she’s making these sexy noises as she rubs against me. “I think…” her eyes flutter closed and one hand remains on my dick as the other finds her breast, “I’m going to come again.”
“Come, beautiful. Come for Daddy.” I don’t even know where the words come from. Maybe the mention of my pornography tastes or the fact that she keeps calling me that. Either way, the words slip out like I’ve been saying it forever.
Her eyes struggle to flutter open, probably because her body is on the precipice of an orgasm but she manages to stare down at me through hooded slits. “Fuck me, please.”
I swallow hard at her request as her pulsing clit continues to rub up and down my shaft. I’m holding on by a fucking thread and I know the second she orgasms, that thread will snap. “Not…yet.” I manage to choke out. I grip her ass cheeks and move my fingers inward, stroking a finger up and down her crack and I can see the pink tinting her cheeks.
“Dominic,” her voice is breathy and sexy and it takes everything in me not to pin her down and slide my cock inside of her.
“Have you ever had someone touch you here?”
She shakes her head innocently making her hair dance along her warm brown skin. I reach up with one hand and finger her locks gingerly before dancing my fingers down her spine and back to her ass. “No one has put their cock here? Or their tongue?” The thought of sliding my tongue inside her ass, priming her as I get her ready to take my dick has me getting harder by the second. There is something about anal sex that makes me harder than granite and knowing that I’d be the first to ever grace that sexy ass of hers has my cock ready to explode over her body.
She shivers and bites her bottom lip. “You want…that?”
I feel like I’m standing at a crossroads and ready to take off full speed down the path to damnation. But I’ve come too far to get to this point. I’ve touched her. Tasted her. And now she’s rubbing her cunt up and down my shaft as cum pooled at the tip.
I can’t turn back.
I’m a good man. I’m a pillar of the community. I’ve successfully turned my school into the best in the county during my tenure. I’ve played by the rules my whole life and then I lost two wives before I was forty-five. I’m ready to take a risk.
I’m ready to take because the world had no problem taking from me. “I want to claim you everywhere.”
“You’re giving me whiplash. One second you’re not sure about touching me and the next you want me everywhere.” She pouts in that way that used to drive me insane. It still drives me insane but in a completely different way. “If you’re in, be in.”
I nod. “You just came all over my face, I’m in. I want you, Stassia. I just want to take it slow when I take your virginity.”
“When?” she emphasizes.
I swallow nervously as I plan to speak words I’ll never be able to take back. “When, sweetheart.”
“You…you want it? You want…my virginity?”
“I want anything you’re willing to give me,” I tell her honestly as I stare into her chocolate eyes. She’s full of fire but there’s also softness and innocence behind the burning embers and I’ll certainly walk through hell to touch that part of her. To feel that. To love that.
“I want to give you…me.”
* * *
“I need to get you ready to take my cock.” His words have this dizzying effect, and I almost pass out when he flips me onto my back. My eyes flutter open and my vision is still slightly fuzzy, but it’s clear enough to see the sweet smile on his face. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he pulls his shirt over his head revealing his hard, lean body.
“You make me feel beautiful,” I tell him. No one has ever made me feel so cherished and if I really think about it, Dominic has always made it a point to make me feel special. He hovers over me and stares down at me, drinking in my naked body and I can feel my skin heating under his gaze.
“Wow,” he whispers and shakes his head before rubbing a hand over his eyes. “You’re actually perfect.”
I lick my lips, dying for more than just to lay here and stare at this naked Adonis. His cock seems to grow and pulse every time my eyes pass over it and when I look back up, Dominic’s eyes are hooded and full of lust.
“How…are you going to get me ready? I’ve already come twice.”
“Third time’s a charm, you know?”
I smile at his playfulness
and the ability to make light of this, as if this situation isn’t intensely erotic and I chuckle in response. “Dork.”
He leans down and presses his lips to my neck and I yelp when I feel the sharpness of his teeth. He runs his tongue over the space he bit, soothing the sting, and I sigh under his lips. He trails kisses down my body, taking time to nibble on my nipples and dip his tongue into my navel before he’s back at the slick space between my legs. My sex pulses; my body knows what it’s in for again and I grip his jaw to make him look at me.
“I’m so glad I’m doing this with you,” I tell him honestly. “It’s never felt right…before now.” And that is the truth; all those times with Carter felt good but it never felt like this. I never felt like he could really see me. He saw the pretty, popular, at times quirky cheerleader. I guess that’s why it’s so intense with Dominic. He knows me inside and out. He used to say he knew me better than I knew myself. Is that why it feels like this? Because he knows me so well? He knows what my body wants and needs? Feelings of something dark and wicked bloom in my chest, that maybe this was the plan for me all along.
Fuck. No.
He smiles, a genuine smile, and it momentarily disarms me and clears my mind of all the morose thoughts about me, my mother, and the man we’ve both been intimate with.
Not now, Stassia. Have this traumatizing breakthrough later.
He reveals all of his teeth and it makes my heart flutter that this man is this fucking good looking. This good-looking and also wants me. I realize I’m still holding his face and he presses a kiss to my palm before looking back down at my pussy and then back up at me. I don’t have a second to question what he’s going to do when I feel a slap on my pussy. An actual slap. On my pussy. Oh my God.
“FUCK!” I scream. I’m about to ask him what possessed him to do that when he spreads the lips of my sex and does it again and again and again. “Ohmigod,” I mumble as I stuff my fist in my mouth. My sex is actually tingling and I can feel the beginning of my orgasm leaking out of me when I hear his deep voice.
“Look at me, Stassia,” he commands, and instantly I obey, my eyes flying open to meet his. “You good?”
I nod, words failing me, and then while his eyes are locked on mine, I watch in complete fascination as a stream of spit falls from his mouth and lands on my clit that’s still exposed to the air.
“Oh. My. God.” I cry out, throwing my head back into the pillows and shutting my eyes to prepare for the first wave of the orgasm that is threatening to pull me under. “Baby, I need your mouth.” I moan. It was the first time I’d called him ‘baby,’ and I’ll admit it felt weird falling from my lips. I’d called him ‘Dominic’ and ‘Daddy’ both in jest and in lust, but ‘baby’ felt so intimate. A part of me doesn’t care, though. A part of me recognizes that what I’m preparing to share with this man requires a level of intimacy that Daddy just doesn’t fill.
His tongue finds my sex first and when I look down, I see the carnal look in his eyes that lets me know he’s ready to devour me. His hands find my thighs, pinning them down as he begins to eat my pussy more aggressively than he did earlier. Earlier I’d controlled the ride because I was on top, but now, he’s in control and he’s showing no mercy. He slides two fingers inside of me, doing his best to open me up as he continues to tongue my clit. His stubble feels like tiny knives stabbing me but the feeling is so delicious, I don’t dare tell him to stop or slow down. I can feel my orgasm nearing, and as desperate as I am to come in his mouth again, I want this feeling to go on forever.
“Dominic,” I manage to choke out and I hear him moan in response between my legs.
“Mmhmm?”
“I…I don’t want to come yet. I want…this feeling to last.” I run my hand through his hair, pulling him harder against my pussy which I’m sure is sending him mixed messages, but I can’t help it. I want more. I want less. I want it harder. I want it softer. I want it all. I want to feel this sense of euphoria every second for the rest of my life.
I look down again and find his eyes closed and that his hips are grinding into the mattress. Fuck, that’s hot. But also, I know he’s been making me come on and off for the past hour with no release for himself. “Dominic,” I whisper and he ignores me as he continues to fuck my pussy with his mouth. My God, I can barely form a coherent thought. I pull his hair hard, and sadly he moves away from my cunt. His lips and chin are slick with my desire, and when he licks his lips I convulse from the visual stimulation. “I’m ready.”
“I’m not,” he answers immediately. His eyes, which are normally a bright blue are almost black, and I’ve read that a man’s eyes can change color when they’re aroused. “I need you to come again.”
I’m not used to this; with Carter it was typically tit for tat. An orgasm for an orgasm. If he made me come, it was my turn to do the same for him. I’m not used to this level of worship and it makes me melt.
“But…”
“Quiet, Stassia.” He growls as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “I don’t want to hear anything out of you unless it’s ‘more’ or ‘I’m coming.’ Got it?” He raises an eyebrow at me, testing me to disobey him and I nod in response. He’s commanding me to have an orgasm? My God, who is this man and can I keep him?
No Stassia, you most certainly cannot. One weekend. That was the deal.
I shake my head, trying to keep myself in the present and from obsessing about a future that doesn’t involve Dominic’s head between my legs. “Okay.”
Sweat begins to bead at my forehead as he increases his efforts, and my hands grip the sheets on each side of me. “Oh God!” My toes begin to curl and I know I’m succumbing to another orgasm that will more than likely take every last bit of my energy. I struggle to keep my eyes open as the feeling makes me almost dizzy and the last thing I see before my eyes close, is a smile playing on his lips.
“Fuck, Stassi.” I manage to hear his words through the fog of my orgasm. I sit up as I begin to come down from the high brought on by Dominic’s mouth and without another thought, I lunge for him.
He sits up just in time for me to wrap my entire body around him, rubbing my slick pussy against his washboard abs as I probe his mouth. The taste of my sex on his tongue does nothing but spur me on further as I dig my nails into his shoulders and he groans in my mouth allowing me better access.
Firm hands grip my butt as he pushes me back into the sheets, nestling his naked body between my legs as we continue a kiss, so desperate it makes me weak. Hands snake their way into my hair, freeing my tresses from the confines of my hair tie and then he weaves his hands through them as he continues to kiss me. I can’t escape the mewl that leaves my lips as he breaks our kiss, but it soon becomes a moan when his lips trail behind my ear and down my neck and shoulder. “Stassia, you’re sure you’re ready for this? This is something…we can’t take back.” His blue eyes bore into mine and I can see the concern flashing across his face, but beneath that, beneath this facade of the responsible man momentarily trying to break through is someone else. Someone wild and uninhibited and potentially dangerous.
But I want it and him.
“Because we can take back any of the other things we did tonight?” I raise not only an eyebrow, but my pelvis, grinding myself against the area just above his cock and the feeling of his pubic hair scraping along my clit makes me ready to jump out of my skin.
“Stassi…” He looks down between us and I follow his gaze towards his cock that’s erect and currently dripping pre-cum onto my glistening flesh. He lowers himself slowly, too fucking slowly and when I try and raise myself up again, his hand almost painfully grips my hips. “Don’t. Fucking. Move,” he says quietly. A breath escapes between each word and I know without a doubt if I press my hand to his chest, I’ll feel his heart pounding. Mine certainly is.
He lowers himself so that his tip has pushed slightly through my slit and my eyes widen in fascination as he grips his cock and slides it through my lips back and forth. Slow at times and
faster at others.
“Holy fuck, I’m going to come again if you keep doing that.” I’m trying my best to keep my eyes open because watching him tease me this way is almost as delicious as the feeling.
His cock pushes through and I can feel him at my entrance, pressing against me slowly and I want nothing more than for him to push through to claim me. Own me. Even if it’s just for the night, I want to be his.
“Dominic…” My lips part and my tongue darts out to wet the dryness. Dominic, who’s watching my mouth in fascination, slips two fingers past my lips and into my mouth.
“Wet them.” He commands and I close my lips around his fingers and suck, swirling my tongue around his fingers. I bite down playfully and he chuckles before removing his fingers from my mouth and places them in his briefly, before pressing them to my sex. He continues to rub my clit as he inches further inside of me, slowly tempering the pain with pleasure.
I am trying to steady my breathing and focus on his fingers on my clit and not the searing pain moving outwards from my pelvis. I look down to find him not even halfway wedged inside but despite the pain, I feel a flutter in my stomach. A flutter that meant so many things. Thoughts of guilt and betrayal swirl around me and tug my heart and mind in a completely different direction. But my body wants this. Needs this. Feelings of lust take over, removing any traces of guilt from my mind and I remind myself that Dominic isn’t cheating on my mother. My mother left him. She left me.
She left us when we needed her and maybe this is a fucked up way to grieve, but it’s too late to turn back.
“You okay?” he asks and I nod as I’m brought back into the present and out of the probing judgmental thoughts of my subconscious. He nods in response and pushes a little further and I notice that his hands that are still gripping my hips tightly are trembling. He’s holding back so he doesn’t hurt me. The need to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel takes over my senses.
“Dominic, just push all the way in.”