“Oh, you have no idea how sweet I am. You haven’t even had a taste,” I shoot back, holding my breath as I take my hand and press it against his crotch. His eyes widen as he feels my touch, and I waste no time; I curl my fingers around his cock, tightening my grip on the growing shape under his pants.
“No, I haven’t. But just one look at you is enough to know you’re a sweet girl, whether you know it or not,” he tells me, resting both his big hands on my hips, “and I’m going to fuck all that sweetness out of you.”
His
words are like honey and fire, and they take over my mind in the blink of an eye. I have no ready response this time, and so all I do is lean into him and surrender to his kiss again. His cock throbs against my fingers as we kiss, our tongues dancing around one another like two long lost lovers.
He takes one hand off my hips, and then I shiver as I feel the touch of his fingertips on the nape of my neck. He tangles his fingers in my hair and then yanks on it, forcing me to throw my head back. I look into his eyes, breathing hard, and he just pushes me against the wall with a growl.
I gasp as my back touches the wall, a sudden urge to feel Parker’s dominance taking over me. I reach for his shirt, hooking them on his collar, and now’s my time to growl. I yank on his shirt from side to side, forcing the buttons to pop off in fast sequence, and then I press my hands on his bare chest. I hold my breath and look at his chest, my eyes widening as I realize that Parker’s so much more than I had imagined; his pectorals are like sculpted muscles, and there’s a wall of bulging 8-pack abs covering his stomach. He has an eight pack, for God’s sake!
“Surprised? I’m not an old man, you know?” he asks me, an amused smile dancing on his lips.
“No,” I breathe out, my lungs suddenly remembering to start working again. “But you’re still my daddy,” I tell him, grabbing his cock so harshly that he groans.
“Yes, I am,” he replies, moving fast and reaching for me with his hand. He places it over the front of my dress, bunching it up between my thighs, and I let out a moan as I feel the pressure of his fingers right on my pussy. “And daddy’s going to take good care of you.”
Insanity. This is pure insanity. Out of all the men in the world, why did I have to succumb to the only one I’m not supposed to have? I’ve never really cared about society’s fake modesty, but fucking my stepfather? That’s a bit too much, even for me. But, the thing is, I can’t stop it. No, this river is going to run its course.
Letting go of his cock, I curl my fingers around his wrist and force him to press his hand harder against my pussy. I throw my head back at the same time, pressing it against the wall, and I moan as the pressure of his fingers on me becomes almost unbearable. I’m so wet right now that I feel lightheaded, both my brain and heart succumbing to the natural high of pleasure and anticipation.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks me, his deep voice sending a shiver up my spine. He takes his hand out from between my thighs, but that’s just so he can slide it under the hemline of my dress. His fingertips trail toward my inner thigh, and then he’s on me again, the palm of his hand pressed tight against my drenched thong.
“Ah… I… I do…” I moan, struggling to get the words out.
Stroking the front of my thong with the tip of his fingers, he teases me mercilessly, drawing moan after moan out of my lips. Then, his fingers flowing from one movement to the other, he pinches the fabric and flicks it to the side. He presses the palm of his hand over my pussy and I gasp, the pressure making my insides clench, a violent urge to have him inside of me taking over my mind.
Reading my thoughts, he caresses my folds with his middle finger, moving it up and down in a repetitive motion. He only slides it in when I’m not counting on it, curling it upward like a hook and moving it straight toward that sweet hidden spot inside of me.
“Oh, God,” I pant, feeling his fingertip pressed tight against my G-spot. At the sound of my words, he presses even harder, my eyes rolling in their orbits as he does it. He lowers his thumb over my clit, then, and starts rubbing with the same abandonment with which he’s pressing on my G-spot. “That’s… that’s good,” I whisper, smiling as he handles my body with the expertise of a man who's seen it all.
Most men can’t even find a woman’s clit, let alone her G-spot. And that’s just sad, don’t you think? Thankfully, Parker isn’t like most men, and everything he does makes me believe that every second with him is a gift from the heavens.
“You’re tight,” he whispers, leaning in and brushing his lips against my ear. At the same time, he slides one more finger inside my aching pussy; he flicks his wrist slowly, moving both his fingers in and out of my pussy at a growing rhythm. “I love tight,” he continues, fingering me so hard now that I can’t even think of a response to his words. All I can do is stand there while he works me with his fingers, each movement of his hand like a sweet sting.
I want to tell him not to stop, to keep going, but I don’t have the strength to do it. When I open my mouth, all that I manage to do is whisper another quivering moan, my eyelids drooping as I feel a storm brewing inside of me. Perhaps feeling it, he drives his two fingers deep inside my pussy, pressing them both against my G-spot, and then he starts rubbing my clit even harder than before.
I succumb to his magical touch in a fraction of a second, my pussy tightening around his fingers as a violent electric spasm crawls up my spine. I throw my head back, bumping it against the wall, and let my moan spread its wings and turn into a scream of utter delight.
Using both my hands, I curl all of my fingers around his wrist and force him to press even harder, my G-spot burning as if his fingers were made of flames.
“That… that was so good,” I breathe out as he slides his fingers out of my pussy. He doesn’t reply; he just grins and, lifting his hand up, takes his two fingers to his mouth. He brushes his fingertips over his parted lips, my fluids making them glisten, and then smiles softly.
“Of course it was,” he simply says, moving his fingers toward me. I open my mouth by instinct, my body reacting on its own, and he slides his fingers inside my mouth; I close my eyes and suck on his fingers, the sweet flavor of my own pussy eclipsing every other sensation. “Delicious, isn’t it?” he asks me, his deep rugged voice awakening a beast inside of me.
“Yes,” I tell him, smiling back at him while I rest my hands on his shoulders and push his ruined shirt down his arms. My heart thumps faster as I see the cords of chiseled muscles that go down from his shoulders to his forearms, and my knees grow weak, which isn’t a problem because what I want to do now doesn’t require me to be standing up.
I lower my body, my fingers trailing down from his shoulders to his abs, and kneel right in front of him. “Now let’s see if you’re as delicious as me,” I tell him, looking up and into his eyes. My fingers go down to the line between his pants and his skin, and I start working on his belt, unbuckling it.
My movements are slow but deliberate and, as I pull his belt out from its loops, I know that my patience is paying off. His whole body is tensing up, and his cock is straining harder against his pants, tenting them up even more eagerly than before. I’ve felt it with my fingers, but now I think it’s time to see with my own eyes what he’s hiding between his legs.
I undo the top button on his pants and then, holding my breath, I pull his zipper down. His cock pushes back against his boxer briefs, and my heart skips a beat as I lay eyes on its perfect outline. I’ve never seen anything quite like it; it’s simply too big.
Still holding my breath, I use the tip of my fingers to trace the outline of his cock, a pleasant warmness spreading from my fingertips to the rest of my body as I feel his shaft pulsing against me. Well, here I go.
Moving as fast as I can, I hook my two thumbs on his boxer briefs and, exhaling sharply, I push them down his legs violently. Both his pants and boxers fly down to his ankles, and his cock springs free so fast that it slaps me across the face, the touch of skin on skin almost enough to make me come.
I pull back and, just kneeling there, I let my eyes roam over his massive shaft. He has to be at least twelve inches long, which makes it the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I reach for it, hesitating as I wonder about what I’m going to do with it; he’s big enough to make me doubt my own prowess. I mean, just think of the mechanics involved; is he even going to fit inside of me?