Todos los capítulos de Her Stepfather's Crush: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

WHEN I GET off the elevator on Daddy’s floor, the main room is pretty dark, though I see the lights on in one of the conference rooms. I carry all the food back toward that light. I can hear the murmur of the meeting as I approach.When I knock on the door, Jaime opens it with a huge grin. “Food,” he sighs. “West said we could order pizza to have here quick or wait for you to bring…whatever smells like heaven.”He takes the box from my hands, leaving me with the bags that still hang from my arms. We set up at the same table as before.“This meal isn’t as easy to eat with your hands, so I brought silverware,” I say, but everyone’s already figured that out as they help themselves to lemon roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, braised carrots, and fresh baked rolls.“You get to eat like this all the time?” Jaime asks.Daddy gives him a smile and a shrug as he lifts a forkful of chicken into his mouth.“What’s for dessert?” Jaime asks.“Cherry pie,” I say as I set the pie plate next t

He makes the sundae all out of order. First, he takes the chocolate syrup and drizzles it all over me, on my breasts, down my torso, even letting a little drip onto my clit. I gasp at the cold stickiness as it surrounds that little bundle of nerves.I can tell by his smile that he likes my reaction, so he does it again and again. Lines of chocolate slide down my ass like stripes, then pool beneath me as I writhe and shift restlessly beneath the onslaught.When he feels I’ve had enough, Daddy takes out the whipped cream. He squirts a swirl onto each of my nipples. It starts to slip away on a slide of chocolate syrup, but he lifts it back where it belongs.He squirts another swirl onto my clit, but I can’t feel it. The syrup is too thick and coats me completely. He sets a fresh strawberry slice into each pile of cream before reaching back into the box.He pulls out a spoon, then opens the strawberry ice cream. I bite my lip.The syrup and whipped cream are both cool from being in the

I’m just finishing up my last chores when I hear someone come into the horse barn. Since Pom is my horse, she’s my responsibility. I’ll be honest and say that as much as I hate cleaning up horse shit, I love my horse.“Daisy,” Ry says as he comes to the door of Pom’s stall. “Are you going out for a ride?”I swallow, not sure what the right answer is. I want to take Pom out like I usually do, but I’m afraid he’s going to tell me that I can’t.“That was the plan.”“How about you ride fences with me for a while? I have something I want to show you.”“Okay,” I agree immediately, even though I know that what he has to show me is more likely something ranch-related and not sex related.Still, my clit throbs against the seam of my jeans at the thought of being alone with my stepdad. We don’t spend a whole lot of time together. And when we do, I’m usually so nervous that words just start spilling from my lips. I’m sure he thinks I’m a total dork.By the time I saddle Pom and climb on, Ry is

“Your naughty little words, that little plea, are going to keep me hard as a rock,” Daddy says.I smile up at him.Daddy shakes his head at me, but his hips flex forward and his erection digs harder into my hip. His hand slips under my tank top, pushing aside the little band of elastic that is the shelf bra, and he holds my breast, flicking the nipples with his thumbs.I arch and moan and spread my legs so he can settle between them. His shaft is now exactly where I want it. I need to get my pants off so he can push inside me.He lifts onto his elbows enough that he can tug my shirt down, baring me to him. I watch him as he sees me for the first time. His lips tip up in a grin as my breasts shimmy with my quivering breaths.“Such sweet little nipples. Fuck, Daisy. I want to eat you up. I want to lick and suck every inch of you.”“Yes.”He chuckles and leans forward. Just as his lips part to take in one of my nipples, his radio beeps from where it’s clipped to his loosened belt. The cr

Even that, even those wet little presses of his lips, have me panting. Just as his mouth hovers over my opening and I can feel his breath against my sensitive skin, someone comes into the barn.All the tension leaves my body and I collapse onto the blanket-covered wood beneath me in desolation. If they take Daddy away from me again, I’m going to cry. I hear John talking with a couple of the ranch hands. I don’t recognize all the voices.When I feel the rasp of a tongue circle my opening, I pull in a sharp breath. Daddy’s hands tighten on my thighs in warning, so I pull a corner of the blanket over to cover any noises that break free from my pressed lips.“So sweet,” Daddy whispers.I lift my hips to his mouth, begging for more. With slow deliberation, his flexed tongue presses inside me. When the beard scruff on his cheeks digs into my thighs and he’s as deep inside me as he can go, he flicks his tongue up.My back arches as if he’s pulled a string and my spine curves under the pressu