Instead of answering, I rest my hand on his thigh, noticing how tense he feels, like he’s using all the willpower he possesses to keep his hands off me. When I slide my hand up and my fingers hit hard cock, I let out a soft gasp and run my fingers over his thick head.
“Careful, little girl,” he warns. “You’re playing a very dangerous game.”
“What if I don’t want to be careful? What if I’m tired of being so damn careful all the time?”
He puts his hand on top of mine and gives it a hard squeeze, forcing my greedy fingers away from the cock I’m so desperate for.
“You’re off limits,” he says, and I want to scream at him and tell him I’m most definitely not off limits, but my parents choose this exact moment to walk back in, and we’re forced to end our little conversation.
I give an angry grunt and take another bite of my roll. I can behave. For now. But this good girl shit isn’t going to last for too much longer. He’s awakened something inside me, and there’s no way in hell it’s going back to sleep. I can still feel the hard outline of his cock. God, he’s even bigger than I imagined he’d be. My pussy throbs at just the idea of something that big being inside me, but it also makes my heart race, a shiver run down my spine, and my pussy so wet I can barely stand it.
I tune out the conversation my parents are having with Jace and instead fantasize about him bending me over this counter and ripping my pants off before slowly sliding that thick cock of his inside me while I whimper and whine. I can almost feel his strong hand fisting my hair as he rams into me when his deep laugh cuts through my sex daydream.
“Huh?” I say, wondering if he can tell what I was just thinking about.
Judging by the way his lips are quirking up as if he’s fighting a grin, I’m guessing my sexy thoughts are written all over my face.
“I was just saying that I should probably be heading home,” Jace says, getting up and putting his plate in the dishwasher.
“What? No, you can’t go.” I know I sound a bit unhinged and that my parents are looking at me like I’ve lost my mind, but I don’t give a fuck. “I thought maybe we could play some cards or something.”
He laughs because I never challenge him to cards. I stopped doing that years ago when I learned there was no way in hell to ever win. Jace is a master at cards, and he never loses. He’s built a career around it, and it’s a damn good one. The man’s brain is an absolute enigma. It’s like he has some sort of psychic ability or something. It’s uncanny and impressive as hell to watch.
“Maybe some other time,” he says, making me bite back a growl. I know what he’s doing, and I don’t fucking like it.
I bite my tongue while he says goodbye to my parents, and when they head upstairs after shutting the door, I make a mad dash for the driveway, determined to get Jace to see reason. He’s about to get into his jeep, and when he sees me running towards him like a crazy woman, he doesn’t seem at all surprised.
“Go back inside, Sydney,” he says, turning to cross his arms over his chest.
“No,” I say, making his eyes widen slightly in surprise. I’m not usually this forward. I’m usually quiet and pleasant and agreeable, but that shit hasn’t gotten me anything except a hymn that’s probably growing stronger with each passing second.
“Please don’t go.” I step closer rest my hands on the sexiest forearms in existence and look up at him. “I’ve missed you, Jace. Can’t you stay for a little bit?”
He softens at my words, but he doesn’t let his arms down and wrap them around me like I want him to.
“Are you going to behave yourself?” he asks, and I’ve never regretted my inability to tell a good lie so much as I do right now.
“Yes,” I say, figuring it’s worth a shot.
He takes one look at me and laughs. “You always were shit at telling lies, Syd. What’s gotten into you anyway? I mean, you flashed me your tits for fuck’s sake.”
“You didn’t like it?”
He sighs and looks away before saying, “That’s not the point.”
I press my body against him, grabbing his arms and opening them up so I can get closer before wrapping them around me. He doesn’t press me harder against him, but he also doesn’t drop his hands, so I consider it a win.
“Sydney,” he says, the warning painfully obvious in his sexy voice. I ignore it all the same and snuggle in closer.
“I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn, Jace,” I say, making him laugh.
“I’m being stubborn?”
“Yes,” I pout. “Why are you fighting me? I want you and deny it all you want, but I can feel how badly you want me to. Your cock is rock hard, and it’s impressively huge, I might add.”
Even though he doesn’t want to, I can see his lips quirk up in a smile.
“Come back inside, Jace, please.”
“And do what?”
I keep my hips pressed tightly against him and cup his face in my hands, loving the feel of his short stubble against my skin. I plan on riding this face very soon, and when I grin at the image it puts in my head, he gives me a very pointed look to behave.
“I doubt I want to know what you’re thinking, but you should probably stop thinking it, Syd.”
“No, you’re probably not ready to hear it,” I say, running my thumb over his cheek.
DADDY CONSUMMATES OUR MARRIAGE“My god, I can't believe I finally got to wear this today,” I say to myself, running my fingers over the lace wedding dress. It was only a few hours ago, but it all still feels like a dream. I'm still in shock it's finally happened. I'm married to my stepdad. Or he was my stepdad... I don't know. Who knows if I can adapt to thinking about him in any other way. The thought is so new I can't wholly wrap my mind around it.He spoils me, as this eight thousand dollar dress attests. I think even now, as I wait in our hotel room, he still treats me like his daughter. I didn't like the champagne they had delivered to us, so he made it his mission to go to the desk and demand a new bottle with a better taste. Still, he treats me like his little princess.Can I be both his wife and his little girl? Does it even matter if I'm both at the same time?I think everyone else cares rather than me. The looks on their faces at the wedding. Yeah, they played it nice at the
It's hard, the stress on my back painful, but the pleasure is so intense I'm willing to look past the pain to truly fall headlong into the sexual abyss. I grip the sheets, pulling my ass away from daddy, who responds by gently bringing me right back to his waiting mouth. “Oh god, daddy. It feels so good.”“You ready to come, babygirl?”I look down at him, meet his eyes, and nod enthusiastically. Daddy's hands circle my thighs, pulling me into him, holding me in place as his fingers dig into my flesh.And his mouth falls back onto me, this time making a beeline for my engorged bump. He gives it a few more kisses to get it into the mood, and then sucks it between his lips, drawing on it like a vacuum, alternating his motions. He pulls it in, then releases it slightly, before drawing it in again, repeating this over and over, massaging my clit masterfully, moving it in a wavelike motion. It seems to bob in a sea of my juices, shifting upward and then downward, rising up and then sinking
DADDY KNOWS HOW TO PLAY GENTLE.My bones creak, but there's no pain. The only thing I feel is my nerves circling my stomach. Even the goosebumps are coming out as a gust of anxiety wafts over me.Or maybe it's the wind of determination.In either case, I'm here because of my stepdad, and I'll be damned if I don't go all out to show him just how much I love the man.I'm still a little stiff when I snap on my garter belt, attaching my white lace stockings to my sheer, lace corset. The look is nearly complete, made all the more striking now that my fiery red hair has finally grown back to my shoulders.They had to shave it all off during the surgery, and it's taken months for it to grow back to a satisfying length. Not that daddy would judge me for it he's the kindest soul I know—but I wasn't interested in making my move when I was bald and nearly paraplegic.I know he wouldn't judge, not one bit. He's the one who pulled me from the wreck; he was the one who was at my bedside in the hosp
Daddy comes up behind me, pressing his body into mine. His head rests on my shoulder, and his hands land on my hips, touching both my thighs and my panties. His touch provokes an instantaneous shudder that vibrates up my spine.I almost giggle, the sensation obnoxiously ticklish. “Daddy, what are you doing?”“I think right here's a good place to punish you. It'll make it so you can't move around on me too much.”“Punish me how?”“I'm going to punish you how little brats deserve to be punished.”“I'm not a bra—“Daddy's hand squeezes my ass, crushing my complaint in his grip. The same shudder hits me like before, but this time it doesn't just travel up, it travels forward, coursing through to my pussy. It quivers, reacting hard to the rough hand of the man behind me.That's not right. That's not how I should respond to my stepdad.But he's not giving me much choice.His body releases from mine, but his hand comes straight back to my asswith a vengeance. The open palm smacks me, joltin
DADDY TAKES ADVANTAGE WHILE I'M STUCK!The clink of metal on metal is so distinct I realize what's happening before I see it. My eyes fly to the kitchen sink, but it's too late. My mother's heirloom ring sinks below the darkness of the drain, swallowed by the entryway flaps.To say my heart comes to a complete stop doesn't do the feeling justice. I die for a few seconds, only brought back to life by the fear induced adrenaline coursing through my veins.I look down the drain, but the ring is no where in sight. Just my fucking luck.I knew I was playing with fire when I ransacked my mom's jewelry cabinet. In my defense, she's out of town, and she never even let me touch the ring, let alone wear it, even though she's told me repeatedly it's mine when I get married.So, I mean, come on, it's rightfully mine! I have no idea why she keeps it from me.Well, I guess I do now. These clumsy hands of mine have gotten me into trouble throughout the years far more than I'd like to admit. I highly
The second slap forces a grunt from me, making contact with myalready sensitive flesh. Each new slap is hard enough to send me forward ondaddy's lap.But the new environment is making me uncomfortable, and instead of getting into the spanking, I close my eyes, bite my lip, and brace against his hand. I've never done this before, always going with the flow, but all the eyes watching my punishment are enough to stifle my arousal. I'm as reactionary as wood, taking the brunt of the force without so much as a sound.The crowd realizes this, and for the first time, a wave of whispers cycles through. They're all... disappointed in something, and I can tell daddy isn't appreciating the response.I hear from nearby the older man from before. “Remember boy:humiliation. You can't play the game the same way anymore. It has to be impossible to resist from now on.”Daddy relents, pausing behind me as he thinks about something. He reaches down and with nimble fingers unclasps the bottom of my co