Forbidden Love with My Step-father
This was just how fathers felt when their daughters left, wasn’t it?
Exactly. I was Harper’s dad.
Daddy.
The word clanged unbidden through me, like a protest, a denial. Like the flood gates opened, I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about last night.
It was like I could feel the phantom of her in my arms again, against my chest, my lap, writhing every inch of that glorious body against me. My fingers tightened around the fork.
Harper’s ass grinding against my cock. Her little whimpers. Her moaning for me, trembling with need –