ćć°ć¤ć³Itās pretty damned strange to be certain Iām right and also to feel guilty at the same time. I mean, I am right! Itās utĀ ter bullĀ shit for him to think that he gets to be some suĀperĀman, the very picĀture of noĀble self-sacĀriĀfice, and I canāt make the kind of deĀ ciĀ sion peoĀple make evĀery damned day of the week. I understand very clearly why I beĀlieve I have the right to make this decision. I know very clearly why I donāt believe he has a right to tell me I canāt.I just donāt get why I still feel like Iām wrong.No, maybe Iām not feeling wrong. Maybe I just feel like Daddy has earned the right to get a pass.Yeah, thatās it.I get it now. Here I am demanding my rights when this man sacĀrificed evĀeryĀthing.Well, maybe this isnāt it.Damn it! What I need is advice. The terrible thing is thereās only one person on Earth I would trust to give me this advice, and that one person is the man whoās already made his opinion clear. In my shower in the morning, I think about things a
āSpread your legs,ā 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.āSo sucking my cock turned you on. That is so fucking sexy.ā He licks a stripe up my inner thigh. āAnd you taste so sweet even though I know how sharp your tongue can be.āāAm I your type?ā I ask.His gaze only flicks up to meet mine for a second before itās 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.āIām still hard at the thought of being able to fuck you, even after coming down your throat. So what do you think?āāYou said the flight attendant wasnāt your type.āHe chuckles. āYou were jealous.ā He shakes his head. āBaby, you donāt ever have to worry about a woman who pushes herself on to me. I donāt like sexually aggressive women. Not my type. I like to be in
Ben clears his throat. āYou need to be careful,ā he says.āWhy?āHeās still looking at my body, but he doesnāt respond. Instead, he shakes his head and walks around me.āWhy?ā I demanded as I grabbed his arm.He takes a step toward me. I automatically step back until Iām against the wall. āI can see everything you have to offer in that transparent nightie when the bathroom light shines through it.āāOh.āI look down to see what heās talking about, but when I do, my gaze gets caught on the bulge in Benās sleep pants. My heart pounds in my chest and between my legs as I stare at the tent in his pajamas.āYouāre making it worse,ā he says.āWhat if I make it better?āI canāt believe I just said that, but I want to touch him. I want to touch him more than Iāve ever wanted anything in my life.Ben groans.Iām worried heās about to step away and Iāll 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.āYou wa
Iām top of my class and a little sarcastic. My friend Lindsey says that puts guys off. Must be why Iām still a virgin. Iāve gone out on dates, but havenāt 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 donāt want him to think Iām not grateful.āChaperoning a bunch of teenagers?ā I hear a woman say. āYouāre braver than I am.āāI donāt think itāll be that bad. Sightseeing is something Iāve always loved. Itās the actual travel that wears me out,ā Ben says. āAnd my wife had a business trip, so Iām happy to help.āWhen I get closer, I see that one of the flight attendants is talking to Ben. She has her hand on his arm. āToo bad your wife couldnāt join you. If you get lonely in Paris, Iāll be there for two nights. Hereās my number.āShe 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 motherās behalf, but what
āAre you serious right now?āāViolet, donāt take that tone with me,ā Mom says.āWhat tone? The tone where you have totally let me down?āāI havenāt let you down.āāBullshit.āāViolet, youāre walking a fine line,ā she says in a low voice.Thatās her āthreateningā tone, but I donāt care. I should have known. I should have fucking known that she would bail on me.āBack at you. I have three months left of high school and you just ruined them.āāWhoa,ā my stepdad Ben says as he walks into the living room. āWhat is going on here?āMom and I are both breathing heavy, our chests rising and falling as we glare at each other. Mom puts her hands on her hips.āVioletās throwing a tantrum because I canāt go on her senior trip with her.āI fist my hands at my sides.āWay to downplay it. Thatās not even half the story. Itās not as simple as backing out. If you donāt go, I canāt 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.āFuck. Yes,ā Daddy hissed as his cock jerked and spurted inside me.āWhatās wrong?ā Daddy asked a few days later as we curled naked on the same deck cushion under the warm sun.āI donāt want to go home,ā I said. āI donāt want this to end.āāThe vacation?āāThis. Us.āāThis isnāt ending,ā he said. āThough it will change. Iāll have to work and youā







