Pleased by Daddy: A Stepfather Romance

by Celia Styles

  He felt the tension in his body built up and he pushed himself into her even faster, slapping his groin against her pussy. She moaned louder and he knew that she was close to her own climax. She leaned her head back against the wall and he lowered his to take her nipple in his mouth once more. Just as he began to suck, she cried out loudly, digging her fingernails into his back.

  Her pleasure sent Jake over the edge, and he felt his orgasm release. He pushed himself into her even harder, filling her with his fluid and moaning loudly. Together their orgasms calmed and Jake set Brooklyn back on the floor. Her legs were weak, so she quickly sat on a tile bench until her breathing calmed.

  Jake put one hand against the wall and watched her, his eyes roaming over her luscious body. "You are a beautiful woman," he told her.

  Brooklyn's eyes wandered down his body and back up. She looked into his eyes and raised one eyebrow. "You're not too shabby yourself."

  "Gee, thanks," he said, laughing.

  Together, they finished showering before beginning their day. Jake decided he wanted to work in the backyard, mowing the lawn and pulling weeds from the flowerbed. Usually Ella pulled the weeds, but because she had been so busy recently, they were overgrown.

  As he worked, Brooklyn lounged on a chair on the patio and read a book. He kept an eye on her while he worked the garden, wanting to keep a distance from her for at least a little while. He'd realized that ever since they'd hooked up Friday night, he hadn't been away from her except to sleep, and that wasn't good. They needed to stay away from each other, because when they were with each other, it seemed they couldn't keep their hands off one another.

  When he was done, he went inside to wash up. Brooklyn stayed outside and he breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he finished drying his hands on a hand towel, his cell phone dinged, signifying he'd received a text message. He checked it and saw that it was from Ella.

  Turns out I'm going to be staying in Chicago until Thursday. The prospective clients want to work out a deal and they think it will take that long.

  Jake sighed. Two more days that Ella was gone meant two more days he was going to spend alone with Brooklyn. The idea was halfway thrilling, halfway terrifying, and he wasn't sure which feeling was stronger.

  You seem to be spending a lot of time away from home these days.

  A few moments later, he received another message.

  I'm working toward a promotion and getting these clients to sign on with us will go a long way to impressing my bosses.

  He laughed to himself. Right. Working toward a promotion. He walked to the freezer and pulled out a bottle of rum. Taking a shot glass, he looked at the clock on the wall. It was five o'clock. He figured with the news he'd received yesterday about his wife, he was entitled to getting drunk at five in the evening.

  Jake poured some rum into the shot glass and brought it to his lips. As he tipped his head back and swallowed the liquid, Brooklyn came in through the door. She watched as he took another shot, one eyebrow raised. "I take it my mom told you about her extended stay in Chicago?"

  Nodding, Jake pulled another shot glass out of the cupboard and poured some rum into it. He picked it up and held it out to Brooklyn. "Yep, she did. Sent me a text. Want a shot?"

  Brooklyn shrugged and walked over to him, taking the glass out of his hand and shooting the liquid down. "She called me right after you came inside and told me that she had been invited to attend a party the clients she's trying to get are throwing."

  "She didn't even have the decency to call me," Jake said. "Instead she sent me a text and gave me some excuse about them wanting to work out a deal that is going to take until Thursday to settle."

  Laughing, Brooklyn poured herself another smaller shot. "Yeah, because she didn't want you to know that she's taking her boyfriend to the party and is probably going to get shit-faced and screw his brains out afterward."

  Jake shook his head and began to pull food out of the fridge to whip something up for dinner. "Well, I hope she has fun."

  Brooklyn put her arms around his waist and laid her head against his back. "Listen, my mom's not the most caring person. She and I have always had a good relationship, but every man she's ever been with, she's cheated on. And that is including my father. It's why they got divorced."

  "She told me he left you guys," Jake told her.

  "Well, isn't that rich?" she said. "Blaming it on my father. He was a good man and she stepped all over his heart. I was surprised when she agreed to marry you, but I hoped that maybe she had found the man who was going to get her to keep her legs together."

  "What do you think is going to happen when she gets back?" Jake asked. He turned and looked into her eyes.

  Brooklyn tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean?" she asked.

  "Between you and me," he told her. "Were you expecting this to continue, or was it just a weekend thing while your mom is out of town?"

  "I don't know," she said, shaking her head. "I hadn't thought that far ahead. I've just been enjoying what we've been doing."

  He nodded. "Yeah, I get that. But we need to figure this out before your mom gets back. I don't want to be the man who's married to a woman who is cheating on him while he is screwing her daughter."

  "It's not like this is going to turn into a relationship," Brooklyn said. "And it's not like my mom is ever going to find out. We're just having fun while she's out of town. Okay?"

  Jake shrugged. "Sure." Then he turned and went back to making dinner.

  After they ate, Jake continued to drink. It turned out that Brooklyn could make mixed drinks that were really good, so she made them a few and they got drunk together. He didn't need to return to the work until Tuesday, so he figured he would be fine to get as wasted as he wanted and wake up in the morning whenever he wanted.

  When he felt that he was to the point where he was ready to pass out, Jake stumbled to his room and collapsed onto the bed. A moment later, he felt Brooklyn fall onto the bed next to him. She pushed him so that he would roll over onto his back. Then she laid her head on his chest and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I'm sleepin' in here with you tonight, mkay?" she said.

  Jake nodded, barely conscious. "Okay," he sighed and together they passed out in his bed.

  Chapter 5

  When Brooklyn woke up in the morning, it took her a moment to realize where she was. She remembered following Jake to bed and telling him she was sleeping in there with him. It felt good to lay her head on his chest and she realized that she wasn't looking forward to her mother coming back, because she and Jake would have to stop having sex.

  Knowing that he would probably be waking up with a hangover, Brooklyn decided to help him feel better. She learned by experimenting that sex was good for hangovers, so she stood and pulled her clothes off, leaving them on the floor beside the bed. In the bathroom, she quickly brushed her hair and her teeth, making sure to use mouthwash. She also went into her bedroom to retrieve the vibrator she kept in her nightstand drawer.

  Jake was still asleep when she returned, but he lay on his back with his morning wood popping up underneath the blanket. Carefully, Brooklyn climbed onto the bed and slowly pulled the blanket down, revealing his rock hard cock. Then she straddled him and pushed herself onto him, startling him awake.

  As she moved her hips forward and back, Jake rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes. After a moment, he placed his hands on her hips and began to move his hips in motion with hers. He moaned with pleasure as he pulled himself out and pushed back in. Brooklyn placed her hands against his chest f

  r support. "You make me so wet," she whispered, digging her nails into his skin.

  After a few minutes, Jake pushed her off him and told her to grab onto the bars of the headboard. She did as he said and her ass stuck out. He positioned himself behind her and pushed himself inside her pussy, wrapping his arms around her waist. One hand moved up to tantalize her breasts. The other hand moved down and circled her clit.

  He moaned loudly. "Your b
reasts are perfect," he told her. "I love holding them in my hands.

  They continued in that position for several minutes, but Brooklyn's arms grew tired and she told him so. "I want to suck your cock," she said.

  Jake pulled away from her and lay down on the bed. Brooklyn placed herself between his legs and kept her eyes locked on his as she lowered her head. He watched as she took only the tip of his cock into her mouth and began to suck lightly, swirling her tongue around it. The sight of her taking his cock into her mouth was hot and he knew that she tasted herself on him.

  "Do I taste good?" he asked her.

  "Mm," Brooklyn moaned. For just a brief second, she pulled away. "Yes." She immediately stuck her tongue out and licked his shaft from the tip to the bottom. She swirled her tongue around his ball sack, slowly sucking each ball into her mouth.

  Gasping, Jake wrapped his fingers in her hair. Brooklyn brought her tongue back up to the top of his cock and pressed her tongue against the line on the bottom side. She then took him into her mouth once more and sucked. With one hand on the bed for support, she used her other hand to play with his ball sack, massaging the balls between her fingers. Jake had never had someone play with his balls while receiving a blowjob, but he found the combination of the two sensations to be incredible.

  As she sucked, he thrust his hips forward and back, pushing himself further into her mouth and then pulling back out. The longer she sucked, the more Jake's orgasm built. He could feel the tension in his body and knew he would soon come. "I'm close," he whispered, worried that she wouldn't want to swallow, but she kept sucking, even after he cried out and said, "I'm there."

  With each spasm of his orgasm, Jake thrust his cock into her mouth. His fluid spurted into her mouth and she swallowed each time, allowing it to flow down her throat. Slowly he calmed and stopped pushing himself into her mouth, and she eventually pulled away, wiping her mouth on the sheets.

  "That was incredible," he told her.

  Brooklyn lay down on the bed next to him, a grin on her face. She pulled the vibrator out and, pushing a button so it turned on, placed it against her clit. Jake moved next to her and massaged one breast with his hand while he lowered his head to suck on her other nipple.

  After a moment, he pulled away and reached his hand down to slip some of his fingers inside of her. Moaning, Brooklyn moved the vibrator across her clit and he could tell her orgasm was building.

  "Suck my nipples," she said breathlessly.

  Jake obliged and lowered his head once more, still fingering her. It took only another couple of minutes before she was crying out in pleasure, her free hand gripping the sheets in her fist. After a minute, her cries grew softer, but only for a second. She moaned louder again and he knew that she would have another orgasm. He continued working his tongue around her nipple until she cried out again and he pulled it into his mouth, helping to extend her pleasure.

  Eventually, she was done and she clicked her vibrator off, tossing it onto the bed next to her.

  After their breathing calmed, she asked, "How do you feel?"

  Jake lay on the bed next to her and he rolled onto his side to look at her. "I actually feel pretty good," he told her. "Just a mild headache. You?"

  She nodded. "The same. I've learned that when you're hung over, sex helps. I thought I would make use of your morning wood and help us both with our hangovers."

  "Well, I'm glad you did," Jake said.

  After a while, he climbed out of bed and hopped in the shower. As he let the water run over his head, he thought about what was going to happen once Ella returned. He knew his relationship wouldn't change anytime soon and he didn't want to give up this fantastic sex he was having with Brooklyn. At the same time, he worried that if they continued a relationship, even if it was purely sexual, they would eventually get caught and that would cause all sorts of issues.

  He let the water soak his tense muscles, rubbing his neck with his hand. He had approached the topic with Brooklyn the day before, but at the time he wasn't exactly in a great mindset and he didn't feel that it was very productive. Deciding he would try to talk to her about it again, he left the shower and pulled a towel around his waist.

  As he dressed, he realized he could smell food cooking. Brooklyn must be making something to eat. He worried about that, because in all the time that he had lived with her, he'd never seen her cook a thing. Ella wasn't exactly great at cooking, so he had taken on that responsibility. He just assumed Brooklyn took after her mom.

  Pulling on his shirt, he left his room and walked to the kitchen. She had eggs, garlic, onions, bell pepper and potatoes on the counter. "What's going on in here?" he asked. In a skillet, Brooklyn was sautéing the garlic, bell pepper, and onions together.

  "I'm making us some breakfast," she said.

  "Um...when did you learn to cook?" he asked, scratching his head.

  Brooklyn swatted him. "I've been cooking since I was a kid."

  "Oh," Jake said, confused. "I've never seen you cook a thing."

  She turned and folded her arms, looking at him sternly. "That's because when you moved in, you immediately started making all of our meals. I never had a chance to cook. By the time I got home from school or work, the food was ready."

  "I didn't realize that. I'm sorry," Jake told her.

  "Now, make yourself useful and go set the table," Brooklyn said, giving him a little push toward the cupboard where they kept the plates.

  While she cooked, Jake set the table with the plates, silverware, and glasses. Then he placed a jug of orange juice as well as the fruit bowl onto the table. By the time he was done, so was the food.

  As they sat, Brooklyn dished them each up a plate of food. "I think we should probably have a more thorough discussion," he told her after taking a bite.

  "About what's going to happen when my mom comes back," Brooklyn replied. It wasn't a question.

  He nodded. "Yesterday I was clearly upset and couldn't talk about it rationally. But now that I've had my time to drink and sleep on it, I realize we really need to figure things out."

  Brooklyn sighed, placing a bite into her mouth. "I know. I'm not really sure what to think about it, though. I mean, what do you want?"

  Jake shrugged. "At this point, I don't really know. The sex with you is incredible. I'm always left satisfied, yet at the same time wanting more. And I keep coming back to it."

  "Ugh. This is such a mess," Brooklyn said, placing her head in her hand.

  "You said Ella's been cheating on me for nearly a year, right?" he asked.

  "Yes," Brooklyn replied, nodding.

  "Well, clearly my relationship with her is over," Jake said. "What if I asked her for a divorce? Would that make anything better?"

  "I don't know," Brooklyn replied. "I think it would be really weird for us to start dating if you were to divorce my mom. Not that it's any better if you stay with her."

  Jake looked her in the eyes. "Is that what you want? To start dating?"

  She realized her slip and covered her mouth with her hand. She was starting to feel that if they started a relationship, everything between them would be great. But, like she said, it would be weird if the rest of the family ever got involved.

  Brooklyn looked Jake in the eyes, wondering what he was thinking. "Do you?"

  He slowly nodded. "I think I would like to, if we could make it work."

  Brooklyn's face broke into a smile. She had never been so happy to have a man tell her he wanted to date her. However, it also made her incredibly nervous. "Well, what do you say to taking it slow for now? Talk to my mom about her cheating on you and you two decide what you want to do. If you divorce, then that'll certainly make things easier."

  Jake took a sip of orange juice. "I suppose that could work. And what do we do until she gets back?"

  "I have a few ideas in mind," Brooklyn said, wagging her eyebrows up and down.

  Jake laughed. "Keep on going like we have, then?"

  "Why not? We don't have any r
eason to stop," Brooklyn pointed out. "And we have a million reasons to keep on going."

  Leaning into Brooklyn, Jake asked, "Oh? And what are those reasons?"

  Brooklyn placed a kiss on his lips. "Orgasms," she said, then kissed his cheek. "Desire, the hottest sex I've ever had, giant cocks, boobs, pussy."

  "Hm..." Jake said. "Those are some incredibly convincing reasons." He pressed his lips against hers, slowly pushing her mouth open and sliding his tongue inside. He reached out and grabbed hold of her breast, lightly squeezing it. Through her shirt, he could feel her nipple grow hard.

  After a moment, he pulled away. Brooklyn looked into his eyes, desire coursing through hers. "My god, you make me want you more and more. I want you to just take me right here on the table."

  Jake lifted her up and carried her to the opposite end of the table, placing her down so that she sat on it. "I plan to do just that," he said and pulled her pants off.

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  He shook his head. “No, we can’t do this. It’s not right. What would our families think?”

  “Don’t think like that! Our lives are for us to live, and not them. If we want to be together, we should be together.”

  Fin shook his head again and walked away from Duncan to look out the bedroom window. “But what they think still matters.”