LOGINIt’s pretty damned strange to be certain I’m right and also to feel guilty at the same time. I mean, I am right! It’s ut ter bull shit for him to think that he gets to be some superman, the very picture of noble self-sacrifice, and I can’t make the kind of de ci sion people make every damned day of the week. I understand very clearly why I believe I have the right to make this decision. I know very clearly why I don’t believe he has a right to tell me I can’t.I just don’t get why I still feel like I’m wrong.No, maybe I’m not feeling wrong. Maybe I just feel like Daddy has earned the right to get a pass.Yeah, that’s it.I get it now. Here I am demanding my rights when this man sacrificed everything.Well, maybe this isn’t it.Damn it! What I need is advice. The terrible thing is there’s only one person on Earth I would trust to give me this advice, and that one person is the man who’s already made his opinion clear. In my shower in the morning, I think about things a
“Spread your legs,” he says as he places one knee on the edge of the mattress.When I stretch out and do as he commanded, he smiles. He lowers to lie on his stomach. When his face lands only inches from my pussy, all the breath leaves my lungs.“So sucking my cock turned you on. That is so fucking sexy.” He licks a stripe up my inner thigh. “And you taste so sweet even though I know how sharp your tongue can be.”“Am I your type?” I ask.His gaze only flicks up to meet mine for a second before it’s right back between my thighs. He sets his hands on my thighs, then rubs his gentle thumbs up and down the lips of my pussy.“I’m still hard at the thought of being able to fuck you, even after coming down your throat. So what do you think?”“You said the flight attendant wasn’t your type.”He chuckles. “You were jealous.” He shakes his head. “Baby, you don’t ever have to worry about a woman who pushes herself on to me. I don’t like sexually aggressive women. Not my type. I like to be in
Ben clears his throat. “You need to be careful,” he says.“Why?”He’s still looking at my body, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, he shakes his head and walks around me.“Why?” I demanded as I grabbed his arm.He takes a step toward me. I automatically step back until I’m against the wall. “I can see everything you have to offer in that transparent nightie when the bathroom light shines through it.”“Oh.”I look down to see what he’s talking about, but when I do, my gaze gets caught on the bulge in Ben’s sleep pants. My heart pounds in my chest and between my legs as I stare at the tent in his pajamas.“You’re making it worse,” he says.“What if I make it better?”I can’t believe I just said that, but I want to touch him. I want to touch him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.Ben groans.I’m worried he’s about to step away and I’ll lose this one chance. So, I reached out with my free hand and wrapped my fingers around his shaft through the material of his pants.“You wa
I’m top of my class and a little sarcastic. My friend Lindsey says that puts guys off. Must be why I’m still a virgin. I’ve gone out on dates, but haven’t really had a boyfriend.I stand to go back to my seat, but move back to where Ben went instead.He made the sacrifice to come on this trip, so I don’t want him to think I’m not grateful.“Chaperoning a bunch of teenagers?” I hear a woman say. “You’re braver than I am.”“I don’t think it’ll be that bad. Sightseeing is something I’ve always loved. It’s the actual travel that wears me out,” Ben says. “And my wife had a business trip, so I’m happy to help.”When I get closer, I see that one of the flight attendants is talking to Ben. She has her hand on his arm. “Too bad your wife couldn’t join you. If you get lonely in Paris, I’ll be there for two nights. Here’s my number.”She hands Ben a paper, and he takes it. Something floods me from my head to my toes, pumping through my veins. I should be angry on my mother’s behalf, but what
“Are you serious right now?”“Violet, don’t take that tone with me,” Mom says.“What tone? The tone where you have totally let me down?”“I haven’t let you down.”“Bullshit.”“Violet, you’re walking a fine line,” she says in a low voice.That’s her ‘threatening’ tone, but I don’t care. I should have known. I should have fucking known that she would bail on me.“Back at you. I have three months left of high school and you just ruined them.”“Whoa,” my stepdad Ben says as he walks into the living room. “What is going on here?”Mom and I are both breathing heavy, our chests rising and falling as we glare at each other. Mom puts her hands on her hips.“Violet’s throwing a tantrum because I can’t go on her senior trip with her.”I fist my hands at my sides.“Way to downplay it. That’s not even half the story. It’s not as simple as backing out. If you don’t go, I can’t go. And not just me. There has to be a certain parent-student ratio. Some of my classmates will also have to cancel their
The night was so calm and quiet, our low grunts and the slap of our skin as we came together seemed loud. I wondered if any of the other boats nearby could hear the sounds drifting over the wind.Even with my face against the cushion, I could still see a piece of the sky and so many stars. When Daddy pinched my clit a little, I grunted and pressed my ass back, meeting his thrusts.I tilted my hips, angling myself so his cock hit the front wall of my pussy with each pass. My body burned for his touch. With one last pinch to my clit, I buried my face in the cushion beneath me to muffle the scream that the orgasm pulled from my lungs.“Fuck. Yes,” Daddy hissed as his cock jerked and spurted inside me.“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked a few days later as we curled naked on the same deck cushion under the warm sun.“I don’t want to go home,” I said. “I don’t want this to end.”“The vacation?”“This. Us.”“This isn’t ending,” he said. “Though it will change. I’ll have to work and you’







