“Such a good girl for me. And you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my big, thick cock, aren’t you, sweetheart? I’m going to want to live between these creamy thighs.” He massages my outer lips, rubbing them gently between his thumb and forefinger. I ease my legs wider, wanting more of his touch. Of this filthy, taboo exploration.
He moves his fingers to my inner lips, giving them the same treatment, rubbing gently and pulling them apart. I’m fullysquirming now, unable to hold still. I can feel my pulse in my clit.
“So soft. So hot and wet. You’re making a mess for me, aren’t you? My good girl has such a messy, wet pussy. And we’ll make it even messier, won’t we?” I nod, my head flopping around on my noodle of a neck. “A nice, cummy pussy for Daddy’s good girl.”
Oh, fuck. I might come, right here, right now.
He rolls my labia between his fingers, sending hot sparks everywhere. Then his fingers slip higher, brushing over my swollen clit. My hips jolt, and I moan so long and loud I sound like I’m in an x-rated movie. He lets out an approving groan, then gently pushes the hood of my clit back, his gaze locked in on the swollen pink bud now protruding.
“Fuck, look at this,” he says, his voice heavy with approval. “So swollen and needy.” He circles my exposed clit with the tip of his finger, his touch maddeningly gentle. My legs are shaking. I’m sweating. I might fall apart. I might break into so many pieces that I’m never the same.
I fist the sheets, twisting the luxurious cotton around my fingers as he brushes the tip of his finger over my clit again. Just when I’m about to start begging, he moves his fingers lower, sliding them over my wet pussy until he reaches my entrance. My muscles tense, my breath stuttering as he circles it with a gentle touch.
“So small. So pretty. Completely untouched.” He keeps teasing around my entrance, completely unhurried. “Look at my stepdaughter’s tight little cunt,” he rasps, and his words land like hot bubbles in my stomach, scorching and effervescent. He brushes his mouth over the top of my bare mound, giving me an open mouthed kiss right above my clit. “And you’ve been saving it just for Daddy because you’re such a good girl.”
I push myself up onto my elbows, and our eyes meet. “Yes. It’s yours. And I want you to ruin me, Daddy.”
He growls and slides his hands down the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs open and up until I’m spread as wide as I can be with everything on display. I whimper and squirm in his grip, but I’m helpless, splayed open, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
One of his hands slides down, tracing the curve of my ass, and I shiver, knowing where he’s headed. What he’s looking at. His thumb brushes over my hole, and that small touch is electric. I gasp and moan as he gently strokes his thumb over it, petting me there, but not pushing in.
“One day, sweetheart, I’m going to have you here, too,” he says, still stroking over that taboo hole. “Every single part of you belongs to me. Your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. Your heart. They’re all mine, aren’t they, Cammie?”
I nod frantically. “Yes, Daddy. It’s all yours. Take it all.”
Then his hands are gone, and I nearly cry out at the loss. But before I can protest, he’s pushing my legs back down, spreading me wide again. His fingers return to my slick, swollen pussy, gathering my juices before dragging them up, coating my clit in my own arousal. “You’re dripping for me, sweetheart. Soaking my sheets.”
His praise washes over me, filthy and intoxicating. I whimper, my hips rolling against his hand, chasing the pleasure he’s so expertly building.
He holds me open again, spreading my lips wide as he starts to kiss me. Soft, hot kisses on my mound, my inner lips, everywhere. His breath is warm, his touch possessive, his mouth delicious as he teases me with small, gentle kisses all over my pussy, but not where I ache most for him. I moan, my hips lifting off the bed as I chase his mouth.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he says, rubbing his index finger over my clit as he kisses me again. “So wet and needy for Daddy. So pink and sweet.” He sucks on my labia, one at a time, and Ifeel like he’s devouring me. Then his tongue drags up the center of my pussy, slow and hot, and I bite my lip to muffle a scream. “I was never going to be able to stay away from you, Cammie. I tried. God help me, I tried. But now, tasting your sweet little cunt…I’m done. Finished.”
I gasp at his admission as his mouth moves lower, and he kisses me right over my hole, licking across it and then circling his tongue around it. I’m sweating, shaking, muscles tense. “This tight little pussy is mine,” he says in a low growl. “Every drop of this sweet honey belongs to me.”
He starts licking me everywhere in long, slow strokes—over my lips, across my clit, circling my entrance before dragging back up again. His pace never changes. He never speeds up, just keeps licking me in those long, slow drags that have me writhing beneath him. “Such a pretty, swollen clit,” he says, licking across it a few times, so slow. “Dripping for Daddy and soaking my face like a good girl.”
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel—his tongue, his lips, the way he’s devouring me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me open as he licks me again, this time swirling his tongue around my clit before sucking it gently into his mouth.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed. “Daddy, please!”
“Please what, sweetheart?” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with my arousal. “You want to come? You want Daddy to make you feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my hips rolling against his mouth. “Please, I need it.”
“You need to be patient,” he growls, his tongue flicking over my clit again, just enough to make me whimper. “The first time you come for me, it’s going to be on my cock while I take this sweet cherry.”
I moan in frustration, my fingers twisting in the sheets. “But I’m so close!”
“And you’ll stay close,” he says, rubbing his mouth over my pussy, tormenting me. “Until I’m buried inside you, stretching this tight little cunt for the first time.”
“Then do it now,” I beg, practically humping his face. “Fuck me now. Now, please. I need it. Please!”
“God, I love when you beg,” he growls, then gives my clit one final suck. I almost come, but then I’m distracted by Jacob rising to his knees and shoving his tented sweatpants down. His cock swings free, thick and heavy, the flared head flushed red and dripping pre-cum.
I can’t breathe at the sight of my stepfather’s cock. It’s gorgeous. It’s huge. It’s perfect. I’m already obsessed.
I stare as he strokes himself, his balls pulling tight as he does. There’s a vein running along the side that I want to trace with my fingers. My tongue. I watch, rapt, as his big hand moves slowly up and down his shaft.
