He slams into me, his hips snapping forward, and that’s all it takes. My vision whites out as pleasure explodes through me, my pussy clamping down around him in rhythmic waves that I feel everywhere in my body. I scream, my nails raking down his back as I come harder than I ever have in my life, my body shuddering beneath him.
His cock swells inside me, stretching me even wider as he groans like a man possessed into into my neck. I think he’s getting close. I think my orgasm pushed him right to the edge, and I really, really like that.
“You feel too good, sweetheart. Gonna come. Gonna fill you up. Fuck!” His cock starts to pulse inside me, warmth flooding my insides. He thrusts hard and deep, pumping pulse after pulse of cum deep into my pussy. There’s so much that I can feel it leaking out around where we’re joined, dripping down my thighs, onto the sheets. His hips jerk against mine, his breath ragged as he empties himself inside me. “Mine,” he growls as he comes inside me, and my pussy flutters around him at the possessiveness of it.
“Fuck, Cammie,” he groans, and he claims my mouth in a slow, deep kiss as his cock twitches inside me. We kiss and kiss, his big hands cradling my face like I’m the most precious thing inthe world. “You feel so goddamn good, sweetheart. So tight. So perfect. Took every inch of Daddy’s cock like you were made for me.”
“Because I was,” I whisper, and he moans and kisses me again. We’re lost in each other, bodies entwined, as joined as we can be, kissing almost lazily, with messy, swiping tongues.
I whimper against his lips, my pussy still fluttering around him, milking out the last drops of his cum. His praise makes my chest ache, my thighs tremble. I feel so full, everywhere.
I feel completely and utterly claimed. Owned, by this man who used to be my stepfather.
He breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to look down between us to where his cock is still buried inside me. I want to see too, so I push up onto my elbows and look between my spread legs. His cum is leaking out around us, thick and creamy, sliding down towards my ass, dripping onto his balls. He watches it leak out of me, his jaw tight, his fingers flexing against my hip. “Look at Daddy’s cum leaking out of your pretty little cunt,” he says, his voice rough. He pulls out slowly, and I gasp as his cock drags against my abused walls, his cum spilling out in a thick, warm gush. He makes a low, appreciative sound as he watches it leak out of me, and then gathers it up on his fingers, pushing it slowly back inside me. “That’s where it belongs, sweetheart. Deep inside you. Every drop.”
I moan as he gently fucks his cum into me with two thick fingers. His thumb presses against my clit, circling it lazily as he pushes his cum deeper. “Such a good girl, taking it all.”
After a moment, he slips his fingers free of my sore, sated pussy and lifts them to my mouth. “Taste, Cammie.” I open my lips and he slides his fingers inside. Salt and musk and something almost citrusy burst across my tongue, and I wrap my lips around him, licking and sucking our combined fluids off his fingers.
“We taste good,” I say in a shaky voice when he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. He grins, looking wickedly sexy as he lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms.
“That’s because we were made for each other. I think some part of me has always known that. I just couldn’t…” He trails off, and I curl into him.
“I know,” I say softly. He doesn’t need to finish his thought. I know, because I feel it too. His chest is warm, his heartbeat steady against my cheek. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, his touch gentle now, almost reverent. “You were amazing, Cammie. So perfect. How do you feel?”
I bury my face against his neck, breathing him in. He smells like home, like love, like everything I didn’t know I was missing. “Full. Happy. Safe.” My voice cracks, my throat tight with emotion. “Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “You are, sweetheart. You’re mine.” His arms tighten around me, holding me close as the rain patters against the window.
We drift off to sleep like that, naked and curled around each other.
Ten
Jacob
When I open my eyes in the morning, the rain has cleared, and weak, watery sunshine is filling my bedroom. Camryn lies curled against me, her breathing deep and even, her lashes fanning out over her full cheeks.
Fucking hell, she’s beautiful. She’s so lovely that it hurts to look at her sometimes. I could spend every single second of the rest of my life just staring at her and it wouldn’t be enough.
I watch her as she sleeps, and I know I should feel guilty. I should feel like a monster who took advantage of a young woman who used to be my stepdaughter. But then I think about the way she asked me to cuddle with her, her confession that she had a crush on me, the sweet way she’d asked me to kiss her.
It might be skirting the edge of taboo, but we’re both consenting adults who aren’t linked to each other in any way other than romantically. In the back of my mind, I do wonder about public blow back over our relationship and how I can shield her from the worst of it. I know my reputation will takea hit too, but I can honestly say I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. The only thing I care about is Camryn.
I stroke her hip, my fingers tracing the curve of her ass. She’s mine now. That’s all that matters in this moment.
My cock stirs, half-hard already, as I think about last night. The way she took me—so tight, so perfect. The way she moaned and begged me to fill her. The way she looked at me after, like I was the only man in the world.
God, the sight of my cum leaking out of her swollen little pussy…I wonder if she’s on birth control. The thought hits me like a punch to the gut. I hope she’s not. I hope she’s unprotected, ripe, ready for me to fill her again and again until my cum takes root. The idea of her swollen with my child…fuck, I’m fully hard again.
She stirs, her soft, creamy thigh brushing against mine. A sleepy moan escapes her lips as her lashes flutter.
“Morning, Daddy,” she murmurs, her voice rough with sleep.
“Morning, sweetheart,” I say, and then press my mouth to her neck, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver against me. My hand slides up to her heavy breast, cupping it, my thumb rolling over her nipple until it hardens to a pretty little peak.
She arches into me, her breath hitching. “Mmm… that feels so good.”
I keep playing with her nipple as I raise my head so I can study her. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
