By the way the chat begins going insane—gifts, tips, and even more people joining—I know they’re enjoying what they see. I’ve never paired up withsomeone for a live before, and I’ve been doing cam work for the past ten months. So for them, this is a treat.
Yanking me to the side, but keeping my pussy in view, Jack presses his forehead against my temple, bringing his lips the shell of my ear. “Tell me what you want, ask me… no…begmefor it. Let me hear those words from your filthy little mouth.” The softness of his beard glides against the skin on my cheek as his mouth moves.
“Please—”
“Please, what?” he repeats devilishly, sliding his hand up and down my inner thighs, and when I think he’s just about to touch me… he stops just short of my pussy. Teasing me, bringing my body close to being wrecked, and I’m frantic with need.
“Please touch me. Just put your fingers inside me.”
“And why should I do that, hmm?” Jack’s palm connects with my wet core, and the sound of a loud smack fills the room, causing me to cry out.
The harsh sting of his slap only makes the blood pump faster through my body, making me wetter than I initially was, and I can feel my slick arousal dripping between my thighs.
He cups my pussy roughly, and I wince. “Speak,” he grumbles. I release a pathetic moan and look down; the sight of him touching me there but not giving me my release… is driving me insane.
Fuck it.
I jerk my face to his, our lips barely touching and bite out, “Because I’m a filthy whore, Daddy, and I need it.”
Jack growls through gritted teeth and thrusts two fingers inside me, curving them to meet my g-spot straight away, and I know I’m not going to last long at all from the full body shudder that sails from me.
He finger-fucks me with expert precision and with each thrust of his fingers, the heel of his palm claps harshly against my clit. But it doesn’t hurt, no, it feels fucking glorious. My loud, lust-filled cries spur him on as he works me faster to orgasm, his own heavy breathing resonating in my ears, his breath fanning across my face.
“Right there… J—” I correct myself instantly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” A chorus of gratitude permeating the four walls of the bedroom as I reluctantly giggle through my moans of ecstasy. I clench around him, closing my eyes as a wave of pleasure builds deep within my stomach. Butterflies and a rush of waves overcome me, and I fist the silk sheets in both my hands to ground myself, but he roughly yanks the belt in his direction.
“Open your eyes, slut, I want to see what you look like when you come undone on my fingers.”
“Yes,” I huff, unable to form words as my orgasm develops further. “Yes,” I repeat again. “There…fuck, right… that’s it.”
“This is all you get. Do you hear me?” he asks, neither of us breaking our intense eye contact.
“Mhmm,” I hum, my mouth forming a tiny O as he pushes his digits deeper inside me.
“Never again.” It’s like he’s trying to convince himself. “We can’t… it’s wrong.”
“So wrong,” I echo breathlessly, poking my tongue out and flicking it against his lips.
Jack inhales deeply through his nostrils. “Fuck, tell me you understand?”
I nod, but rather than giving him what he’s asking this time… I press my lips tohisear and whimper, “Please, Daddy, please make me come.”
“Fffuck!” he grunts through tightly-gritted teeth, his assault on my pussy becoming faster, harsher. Angry that I called him the one thing he told me not to. Not just once, but twice. And as I come, squirting my release and crying out so loud I might crack windows, the only thing playing on my mind is how thiswon’tbe the only time, and itwillhappen again.
I’ll make sure of it.
Ihaven’t seen Robyn all day, which is for the best. I can’t believe I allowed myself to give in to my impulses, ignoring all my inner thoughts telling me that what I did to her in the privacy ofmybedroom was a bad idea. I knew that, of course I did, but something came over me and I didn’t care.
When I offered her to stay Wednesday evening, I didn’t expect this to turn into some dirty, forbidden fuck-fest between me and my stepdaughter by Thursday night. I’ve never apologised for a single thing in my goddamn life, never had the desire to and never wanted to, but for the first time, Robyn makes me feel like I have to.
What we did was consensual—that I know for sure—because Ineverwould’ve touched her otherwise. That’s not who I am. I don’t take from a woman simply because I want it. Both parties have to be open to it, and I asked her… Christ, my tone was almost begging her to tell me to stop because then at least I would’ve gotten my control back.
But she didn’t.
She begged for it.
I shouldn’t have touched her regardless.
I just lost all sense of self-awareness when I saw her kneeling on the bed like that. I should have turned around and left, shackled myself to the desk in my office, and thought about all the reasons this was a fucking bad idea. I know that. But I didn’t.
