“That’s it, sweetheart,” I growl, my cock dragging against her clit with every snap of my hips. “Take me. Take every inch of Daddy’s cock.”
I slide my hand into her hair and tilt her head back, burying my face in her neck, sucking and kissing along the deliciously soft skin there. I’m no longer in control of my hips as I slam into her, over and over. Her cunt is stretched so tight around me that I can feel every pulse of her velvety walls.
“Are you on birth control, baby girl?” I ask, pushing deep and swiveling my hips. My balls throb as I ask the question. Her pussy clenches around me, as if in response.
“Y-yes,” she says, breath hitching, voice stuttering. “I’m on the pill.”
I groan, my balls drawing up tight at the thought of what I could do to her if she wasn’t. “Fuck, Cammie. You have no idea how bad I want to breed you.” I slam into her harder, my grip on her hair tightening. “Fill this fertile little cunt with my cum until it takes. Until you’re swollen with my baby.”
Her entire body shudders, her pussy fluttering around my cock like she’s trying to milk the cum out of me right this second. “Oh god—Jake—”
“That’s right,” I growl, fucking her deeper, my hips snapping against hers. “Imagine it, sweetheart. Your belly round and heavy with my child. Your tits swollen, full of milk.” I lean down, my lips brushing her ear as I piston into her. “The whole world would know what we’ve been doing in secret. They’d see that pretty body claimed by me. You’d be mine in every way possible.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, her thighs trembling around my waist. “Yes—yes, please—oh, god, I want that.”
“You like that idea, don’t you?” I say, my voice ragged, my free hand sliding between us to rub her clit in tight, relentless circles. “Daddy fucking a baby into you. Knocking you up for the world to see.”
She’s babbling now, her words dissolving into breathless, broken moans. Her pussy clenches around me so hard I see stars, her back arching as she comes undone. “Jake—Daddy—I’m—fuck, I’m coming—”
I watch as her orgasm crashes over her, her eyes rolling back in her head as her cunt strangles my cock, her walls pulsing around me as she screams my name. I keep rubbing her clit, and I know I’m going to follow her over any second now. Watching her come always wrecks me, especially when she does it on my cock. She moans my name again, her pussy milking me for everything I’ve got, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I come so hard my vision whites out for a second, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I fill her cunt with thick spurts of cum. My legs shake, and I hold my girl close as I bury myself to the hilt, groaning against her neck. She’s still clenching around me,milking every last drop from my balls, her pussy fluttering like she’s trying to keep it all inside.
Fuck. I’ve never come like that in my life.
I hold her tight against me as I catch my breath. My cock twitches inside her, still half-hard. She’s trembling, her breath coming in little gasps against my shoulder, her fingers digging into my back.
And then she laughs.
It’s soft, breathless, and so fucking sweet it makes my chest ache. I pull back just enough to look at her, and she’s grinning, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. My cum is dripping out of her, sliding down her thighs, and the sight of it makes my cock give another lazy throb.
But I can’t help it. Her laugh is infectious, and it drags me along with her. I’m laughing, too.
It’s ridiculous. We’re standing in my kitchen, her bare ass on the counter, my cum leaking out of her, and we’re both just… laughing. Like teenagers. Like this is the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to us.
Because we both know it is.
Seventeen
Jacob
I fuss with my black bow tie, tilting my chin up and adjusting it for the seventh time since I stepped into the foyer to wait for Camryn. We’re not late, and I don’t need to rush her. I’m just…lately I don’t even know what I am. I don’t recognize the man I am with her. Others would’ve described me as focused, aloof, maybe even cold. Calculating yet disinterested. I’m none of those things with her. I’m completely distracted, swept up in her, obsessed. I want the world to know I love her. I want the world to know she’s mine.
In just a few short weeks, my former stepdaughter has made me into a new man without even trying. How could anyone not be drawn to her sweetness, her warmth? To her intelligence and humour?
I’m a man in love, and the way I love Camryn makes me wonder if I’ve ever truly loved anyone or anything before. Every second apart from her makes me feel hollow. Like the most important part of me is missing. A man walking around without his heart.
I’m still fussing with the bow tie when I hear the click of her heels behind me, and I turn, feeling like an eager kid on prom night.
My hands fall to my sides as my brain empties of all coherent thought. Her steps slow as I stare, my eyes raking over her from head to toe. The dress is stunning, sure. It’s a designer gown. But it’s the woman in it that has me struggling to remember to breathe.
When I manage to unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth, I say, “You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She smiles, cheeks going pink, and does a slow turn. The green of the gown sets off her pale skin, making her look ethereal. Her blond hair falls around her shoulders in waves. I curl my fingers into fists so I don’t reach for her and muss her up before we get to the charity gala. As much as I love seeing her with messy, just-got-fucked hair, I don’t think she’d appreciate me messing up the stylist’s work.
“Thank you again for the dress,” she says softly, eyes glowing.
“You’re welcome,” I say, and I force myself to take a few slow steps in her direction. Outwardly, I’m calm, controlled, my usual polished self. But on the inside, I’m wrecked. I want to devour her. Be inside her. Mark her.
