Ana
"You need to leave," Christian said in a hard voice, "we can't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this. You're my stepdaughter for Gods sake."
I spun around to face him, "What does that matter?"
"Im married to your mother! Have some respect."
I glared at him, "Have respect for a woman who doesn't give a fuck about me?" I bit out, "Stop pretending like you don't want to push your hard cock inside me and fuck me all over again."
I dragged a hand over my inner thighs, gathering his hot cum and raising my hands to show him, "This is how much you want me."
His lips peeled back in a snarl, "Stop being such a slut!"
"Fine. If you don't want to touch me, then teach me how to touch myself so I'll never need to bother myself with you again," I growled.
Our eyes met in a challenge and just when I thought he'd tell me to get lost, he smiled sinisterly, "Sit on the desk and spread your legs for me."
Trembling at the command in his voice, I did as he instructed, moving over to the table and perching up on the edge, spreading my legs to show him his cum leaking out of me.
"Hmm," he grunted, staring at my pussy with enrapture.
"Tell me what to do, " I moaned, "Show me how to make myself cum." I reached down and using two fingers, spread myself open to show him how wet I was.
The look in his eyes almost burnt me alive and I bit my lips to hide my satisfied smirk. My step daddy could pretend all he wanted that he didn't want this, but it was very clear that he wanted me.
My breasts were still out of my bra, nipples hard as rocks and I immediately began to play with them, rolling the heavy flesh in my hand and pulling on my nipples.
"Argh," I groaned at how good it felt, "It feels so good daddy."
"Spread your legs wider for me." He said, dropping into his office chair so he was at eye level with my hungry pussy.
I peeked down and saw that his cock was already getting hard again, and he had one fist loosely wrapped around the base of it. Even in his large hands, his cock still looked monstrous. I wondered how it had even managed to fit inside me.
"Put your index finger inside your tight pussy," he ordered, "slowly."
Shivering, I brought my hand down and pushed my finger into me, gasping when the flesh convulsed around me. I was sloppy and loose with my wetness and his cum, and it made it easy for my fingers to slip inside.
"Put in another one." He murmured.
Gasping, I slipped in my other finger.
"Fuck yourself with your fingers. Slowly. Twist them upwards while you move."
Obeying his instructions, I began to move my fingers in and out of me, the sound of our combined wetness making it so filthy and hot. I spread my legs wider, my eyes caught on his as I fucked myself, trying to make it feel as good as he had made me feel with his cock.
It wasn't enough though.
"Please daddy." I cried, "I want your cock inside me."
"Shut up and fuck yourself," he barked, "Didn't you want me to show you how to feel good? Touch your clit for me baby."
I began to flick the sensitive bundle of flesh with my thumb, grinding my hips into the air while tears of frustration slipped from my eyes. I wanted to come so bad, but it just felt like something was stopping me.
"Please daddy! It hurts so bad. I feel so empty."
"You want my fingers? My mouth or my cock?"
I peeked down at his now fully erect member leaking precum and began to salivate, "I want your cock inside me."
He chuckled, "Well, only good girls get daddy's cock and you were a bad girl."
My step daddy pushed his seat closer to me, grabbed the back of my knees and threw them over his shoulder, then shifted me to the edge of the desk. He bent his head and buried his face in between my legs, inhaling the scent of my desire.
And then his tongue dragged over me, lapping up my juices.
A pleasure filled gasp tore out of my mouth at the amazing sensation of his hot tongue against my wet folds. He made a greedy, hungry sound in the back of his throat as he began to eat me, tongue thrashing against my sensitive flesh.
"Oh God, Christian," my hands flew into his hair, holding on for dear life as he ate me like a starved man.
His tongue thrust into me, fucking into my tight cunt with brutal precision. It felt so fucking good, and all I could do was whimper and gasp and moan at the amazing sensation.
"You taste like honey," he growled, hot breath puffing against my pussy, "I could spend the rest of my life eating you up. I'd have you for breakfast, lunch and fucking dinner baby."
"Ngh."
His tongue encircled my clit, flicking over it again and again and torturing me. He hummed in satisfaction as he continued to eat me, licking and sucking and fucking his tongue in and out of me.
I rocked my hip into his face, grinding into his mouth.
"It feels so good daddy," I screamed, "Please make me cum!"
I threw my head back, thrashing against the desk with screams and gasps and moans. I could feel my orgasm building faster, higher, pushing me to the peak. And finally his lips closed around my clit, sucking it hard.
"Oh God, Christian! Christian!" I cried, "I'm coming. I'm coming daddy."
And then I shattered into a million pieces, feeling my cum rush out of me like a flood into his mouth. He continued to suck on me till I was twitching with mini orgasms.
Andy"Where are we going?" I asked as the expensive Mercedes slid away from the curb, my boxed cake on my laps."Curious little thing." He chuckled.I blinked at him, "Shouldn't I be?""I want you to trust me," he told me."I don't even know your name." I pointed out.His mouth curved up into a small smile that made him even more breathtaking. For the hundredth time, I wondered what little, silly me was doing with a man like this."My name is Gio." He replied, "Do you trust me, Alexandria?""N-no." I said honestly.Laughing, he grabbed the knot of his tie and tugged at it till the tie slid off, undone. "Let's correct that. Come here."I inched closer to him, and to my shock, he placed the tie around my eye and carefully tied it behind my head, blocking out my vision, "W-what's going on?"I heard him opening the cake box, "Open your mouth, Alexandria."I obediently parted my mouth and he fed me some cake. He fed me three more bites. There was something about the act that made my stomac
Andy"Sixteen dollars and fifteen cents," the store attendant said with a bored glance at me.Pulling out all the money in my purse, I began to count it, sweat beading on my forehead, "I-I have sixteen dollars and two cents.""Where's the rest of it?" She sneered.I felt tears burn the back of my eyes, "I don't have it. Please it's just a few cents, can I just get the cake? I've been saving for months to be able to afford this cake and it's important to me," I pleaded."Do I look like I care?" The lady snapped, "Go give someone else your sob story. If you don't have the money get out of my sight."The tears spilled over, shoulders hunching forward as I stared at the carrot cake in longing. My mother had been a terrible cook, but the one thing she had known how to make to perfection was carrot cake. It had been three years since I lost her, and I had been looking forward to commemorating my eighteenth birthday by getting myself one."Please," I sobbed, cheeks wet with tears, "I'll clea
Camille“You’re mine,” Jace growled, his breath hot at my ear. “Every inch. Every hole. Mine.”I barely had time to answer before he slammed into me, hard. I screamed out, loud. There was no warning, no mercy. His cock filled me in one ruthless thrust, tearing a sob from my throat.“Jace, fuckkkk!”“Shut up,” he growled, grabbing my wrists, pinning them above my head. “You don’t speak unless I say.”His hips snapped against mine, again. And again. The headboard slammed into the wall in rhythm, every stroke brutal, possessive, punishing.“Louder,” he snarled, thrusting deeper.I cried out, my throat raw and dry. “Yes! Oh my God—yes!”“You like being used like this?” His voice was pure gravel. “Is this what you wanted when you ran to that pretty-boy hotel?”“No! Just you, I only want you.”He pulled out suddenly, and I whimpered at the loss.“On your knees. Face down, ass up. Now.”I obeyed, my heart racing, skin flushed, pussy dripping. My knees sank into the mattress, cheek pressed to
CamilleI stood in the hotel suite, shame burning in my throat. I loved Jace. What would his reaction be? What if I had ruined everything before it could even become anything?I had to see him. My fingers trembled as I grabbed my phone and texted : 'Where are you? We need to talk. Now.'I stared at the screen. His reply came in. Just an address. No other words. Typical Jace.I was already out the door. The Uber ride to his place was suffocating. The city blurred past but couldn’t breathe properly until I saw him. I arrived, heart pounding as I made my way to his door. I knocked once. The door swung open fast.Jace. He had on a black T-shirt, low-slung jeans and bare feet. No smirk, just those gray eyes cutting into me.“What’s going on?” he asked, voice flat.“I need to talk,” I whispered.He didn’t say a word, just stepped aside. Inside, it smelled like him. The furniture minimalist. A bed, unmade. I didn’t belong here. But I stepped in anyway. He closed the door behind me with a cli
I didn’t want to be here. But I needed to know.I sat at a new bar, heels dangling, my dress black, short and tight. My fingers curled around the stem of my wine glass, my thoughts on Jace’s gray eyes, the way he had said, 'Don’t fall in love with me.'I shoved the thought away. There was absolutely no way I was in love with Jace.A man slid onto the stool beside me. Broad shoulders, good looking, a collared shirt open at the throat. His cologne was expensive and masculine.“Mind if I join you?” he asked, voice low.I sipped my wine slowly, then looked him over. “Only if you buy me another.”He signaled the bartender. “Two Champagnes, please.”He turned back. “I’m Harvey.”“Camille.” I offered a small smile.He lifted his glass. “To new friends.”I clinked. “And future mistakes.” I tasted the wine, eyes on him. “You come here often?”“First time.” He laughed. “I like the music, the crowd.”I leaned forward. “I like a good crowd.” My gaze flicked over his lips. “And good company.”He s
The photo went viral in under an hour.Me, in a gold, backless, silk dress. Laughing with a shirtless male model at a campaign advertisement. His hand was low on my waist, and his lips were too close to my ear.Jace saw it.And I knew exactly what it would do to him.So I wore the same dress to the club that night.Gold. Backless. No bra. No panties. Just skin and silk, my nipples poking through.I walked in like nothing had happened, but I barely made it five steps in when I felt his grip on my hand, the anger flowing through.“Hey,” I said, tugging slightly. “What the hell?”He didn’t answer, just dragged me past the bar down the hallway, until we reached the manager’s office. Then he slammed the door and locked it.“Are you insane?” I hissed.He turned on me. “You wore the same dress.”I smirked. “I look good in it. You jealous?” I asked, meeting his stare, voice low, almost teasing.He didn’t answer, moving toward me.“You think I didn’t see that bullshit on your feed?” he growled