LOGINItâs pretty damned strange to be certain Iâm right and also to feel guilty at the same time. I mean, I am right! Itâs ut ter bull shit for him to think that he gets to be some suÂperÂman, the very picÂture of noÂble self-sacÂriÂfice, and I canât make the kind of de ci sion peoÂple make evÂery damned day of the week. I understand very clearly why I beÂlieve I have the right to make this decision. I know very clearly why I donât believe he has a right to tell me I canât.I just donât get why I still feel like Iâm wrong.No, maybe Iâm not feeling wrong. Maybe I just feel like Daddy has earned the right to get a pass.Yeah, thatâs it.I get it now. Here I am demanding my rights when this man sacÂrificed evÂeryÂthing.Well, maybe this isnât it.Damn it! What I need is advice. The terrible thing is thereâs only one person on Earth I would trust to give me this advice, and that one person is the man whoâs already made his opinion clear. In my shower in the morning, I think about things a
âSpread your legs,â 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.âSo sucking my cock turned you on. That is so fucking sexy.â He licks a stripe up my inner thigh. âAnd you taste so sweet even though I know how sharp your tongue can be.ââAm I your type?â I ask.His gaze only flicks up to meet mine for a second before itâs 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.âIâm still hard at the thought of being able to fuck you, even after coming down your throat. So what do you think?ââYou said the flight attendant wasnât your type.âHe chuckles. âYou were jealous.â He shakes his head. âBaby, you donât ever have to worry about a woman who pushes herself on to me. I donât like sexually aggressive women. Not my type. I like to be in
Ben clears his throat. âYou need to be careful,â he says.âWhy?âHeâs still looking at my body, but he doesnât respond. Instead, he shakes his head and walks around me.âWhy?â I demanded as I grabbed his arm.He takes a step toward me. I automatically step back until Iâm against the wall. âI can see everything you have to offer in that transparent nightie when the bathroom light shines through it.ââOh.âI look down to see what heâs talking about, but when I do, my gaze gets caught on the bulge in Benâs sleep pants. My heart pounds in my chest and between my legs as I stare at the tent in his pajamas.âYouâre making it worse,â he says.âWhat if I make it better?âI canât believe I just said that, but I want to touch him. I want to touch him more than Iâve ever wanted anything in my life.Ben groans.Iâm worried heâs about to step away and Iâll 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.âYou wa
Iâm top of my class and a little sarcastic. My friend Lindsey says that puts guys off. Must be why Iâm still a virgin. Iâve gone out on dates, but havenât 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 donât want him to think Iâm not grateful.âChaperoning a bunch of teenagers?â I hear a woman say. âYouâre braver than I am.ââI donât think itâll be that bad. Sightseeing is something Iâve always loved. Itâs the actual travel that wears me out,â Ben says. âAnd my wife had a business trip, so Iâm happy to help.âWhen I get closer, I see that one of the flight attendants is talking to Ben. She has her hand on his arm. âToo bad your wife couldnât join you. If you get lonely in Paris, Iâll be there for two nights. Hereâs my number.âShe 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 motherâs behalf, but what
âAre you serious right now?ââViolet, donât take that tone with me,â Mom says.âWhat tone? The tone where you have totally let me down?ââI havenât let you down.ââBullshit.ââViolet, youâre walking a fine line,â she says in a low voice.Thatâs her âthreateningâ tone, but I donât care. I should have known. I should have fucking known that she would bail on me.âBack at you. I have three months left of high school and you just ruined them.ââWhoa,â my stepdad Ben says as he walks into the living room. âWhat is going on here?âMom and I are both breathing heavy, our chests rising and falling as we glare at each other. Mom puts her hands on her hips.âVioletâs throwing a tantrum because I canât go on her senior trip with her.âI fist my hands at my sides.âWay to downplay it. Thatâs not even half the story. Itâs not as simple as backing out. If you donât go, I canât 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.âFuck. Yes,â Daddy hissed as his cock jerked and spurted inside me.âWhatâs wrong?â Daddy asked a few days later as we curled naked on the same deck cushion under the warm sun.âI donât want to go home,â I said. âI donât want this to end.ââThe vacation?ââThis. Us.ââThis isnât ending,â he said. âThough it will change. Iâll have to work and youâ







