The Mate Agreement

Layla's POV

"Ungh!..."

"Daddy...more...more" I moaned breathlessly.

My skin feels hot, I need more. I shouldn't be but I am on my back with my step-father's big hand over my mouth, two of his long fingers are inside my mouth, pressing down on my tongue- pushing even further in.

He had placed his fingers in my mouth to keep my moans stifled while his other hand worked the Vibrator between my legs, pushing the toy in and out of my greedy pussy.

My eyes roll back in my head as my moan bounces off the walls of my room, and my pussy keeps dripping wet.

I can feel my juice leaking from my cunt, escaping the sides of the toy, and sliding down my thighs.

It drives me insane knowing that my pussy juice keeps staining daddy's fingers. I thought of him stuffing those wet fingers in his own mouth and tasting me.

I want him to praise me, to call me his sweet girl- the best he has ever tasted. The best girl he has ever fucked, better than his wife...my mother. I moaned at the thought.

My mind is screaming at me: this is wrong but it can't be helped.

Caleb Giovanni is my mom's new husband, he shouldn't be showing me how to use a vibrator like this, not when my mom was in the kitchen.

He flicks his wrist, aiming the toy in a way that makes me see stars. The pressure against my G-spot was too good, so I shut my eyes to keep myself from screaming and making my mom walk in on us.

"There's my good girl...keep it hushed," he says into my ear. "Can't-" I whimper, my body shaking uncontrollably.

"Daddy...you feel too good in my pussy" I whine with his finger still in my mouth. The immense pleasure is causing tears to gather in my eyes. It feels too good.

Too good to be real.

Really, it feels too good to be true because as I open my eyes and he is gone, so is the vibrator between my legs. It was just a dream.

I have just woken up from the best dream of my life to my real boyfriend snuggling into my chest and I almost cry with frustration.

"Baby go back to sleep," Tony says sleepily, with irritation, I pull myself away from him and go to the bathroom.

Tony had stayed overnight and now I want him gone. I overheard a conversation he had with some friends while playing Valorant, he said that I'm a boring girl.

He has the guts to call me boring and then fondle and suck on my big breasts all night. I look in my bathroom mirror and I'm surprised by how flustered I look.

My cheeks are red hot from the wet dream I just had, I'm horny and Tony can never satisfy me.

My nipples are hard and straining through the thin fabric of my sleep shirt. I put my hands underneath the shirt to squeeze my breasts and pinch the taut nipples with a moan. "I need to be fucked" I say to my mirror.

I know I'm horny because of my taboo dream, one I shouldn't be having about my new stepfather.

It is so unfair that he is so hot and I want him to pin me down and fuck me but no matter how much I try, he only teases me back by flaunting his body and bulge without giving me what I want.

I slap my cheeks to dismiss the nasty thoughts. Still turned on, I went downstairs, fortunately, the man of my wet dreams is here..

Caleb has on those glasses he doesn't need. God, he is hot, standing there leaning against the counter half-dressed.

He is wearing only his dress pants and his glasses. For an older man, his body is sturdy and strong. Ripped in all the right places, I licked my lips- God I want to lick his abs.

"Hey Layla" he smiles at me fondly. He knows what I think of him and he plays me by acting fatherly.

I run my fingers through my thick brown hair (God bless my good genes), tossing my head to the side so my shirt slips off my shoulder and shows off the top swell of my big tits.

"Caleb, do you think I'm boring?" I ask him while leaning on the counter, my boobs press together and my nipples rub against the hard surface. I just really want to try my luck.

"Why would you think that?" He frowns, his eyes are now on my cleavage. He takes off the glasses and places them on the table.

"Tony told his friends" I pouted, picking up a strawberry from the fruit bowl to pop in my mouth. This is a game I play with him every day and he never gives in.

"You're not boring," he says simply, his eyes raking over my hot body with a smirk on his face. "Come here" his command made my body ache with want.

I walk over to him with confident steps. My boobs bounce with every step I take.

I stop right in front of him, pressing my breast against his chest, my nipples smushed between us, and he looks at me with a dark smile.

"You are one nasty girl," he says, grabbing me by the hair on the back of my head, I gasp from the sting of it but I still want him.

Need him. This is the first time he is responding to my games, I am expectant.

"When will you stop acting like you birthed me and fuck me like I know we both want?" I ask him, and his grip tightens in my hair.

"When you can take my fat cock" he responds, his minty breath hits my face, his stubble rubbing against the skin of my cheek.

"I can take you" I says, my voice coming out weaker than I want it to. "I really want you to give it to me" I say

"You don't know what you're asking for..." He says, then lifts his thigh to place it right between my legs.

"Oh God" I moan in desperation at the thick thigh pressing against my wet clothed pussy.

He presses it again, his solid thigh is making my juice soak through my sleep shorts.

"See? Just my thigh and you're already leaking all over the place" he says in my ear, pushing up his thigh again. My hip jerks reflectively, grinding down on it.

The pressure feels so good right her again my pussy. "Fuck me, please... please..." I gasp, wrapping my arms around him to brace myself.

I keep grinding my hips forward and backward again. In my lust, I feel his own arousal pressing against me. He is hard in his pants.

"I want it" I say greedily. Reaching down to cup him through his pants. He makes a sound that is almost like a growl.

"Baby girl, if you don't stop. I will have to take you right here and right now on your mother's counter, in your mother's kitchen" he says while holding my hand tight.

I shake my head and resume my action, putting my hands inside the pants, I held his hard cock like I just won a trophy.

It feels hot and just right in my hand. "I need to see it" I whisper, going on my knees to unbutton his pants.

He leans back to let me have it, I yank down his pants and brief in one move.

Nothing prepared me for the way his dick slapped against my cheek, smearing precum on it.