Princely Passions

My eyes narrow because I’ve got him in my scope now. The only thing on my mind is how soon he'll tear these clothes off me. I make my hands work to bring them to my own shirt, desperate to get the buttons off myself. I bite my lower lip, tucking it into my teeth with the effort I’m making because my hands are like jelly. I’m weak-kneed and super horny right now; my hands almost miss the buttons from how I’m shaking.

Dominic’s hands capture my wrists, encircling them and making heat course through me like electricity struck us both at the point of contact.

My lips part but no words come out. I don’t know what I’d say, but just when my lips start moving, they’re stopped.

Dominic closes his mouth over mine, stealing the breath I was gasping for. My mind aches with need, and his fingers at my wrists make me shiver with desire. The heat is hot enough to burn, but we just stoke the fires. The kiss is wet, hard, lips to lips, but his tongue deftly parts the seam of my lips and spreads them for his tongue to enter me.

Fuuuuck. I hope his cock does the same soon. He doesn’t kiss like dumb boys my age. No, this is what a man does when he’s going to fuck you. Patience and confidence—that’s what separates boys from men.

The firm grip he has on my wrists travels to my forearms and I moan in time with his touch. He slides his fingers down and starts deftly working his way through the other buttons on my shirt. He gets them all and I break free from him to pull my arms out of the shirt.

Dominic watches me, then he storms up to me and lifts me up to toss me on the bed. I fall down and his hands crawl up to my bra and he unhooks the latch and frees my tits before I can even fathom what’s happening. I feel a shiver going up my spine as he bares my hard nipples, and all of me seems to scream for his body, an urgent need taking over me.

I’m bare before him and he’s fully dressed. I narrow my eyes at him. “Show me what you're hiding behind that stuff we also don’t need,” I say, waving my hand in his general direction. “Please, daddy,” I say and stick my lower lip out and let it quiver. The word daddy rolls out from between my lips like a dart, poisonous and lustful, and I can’t help but smile as I see the wicked grin dancing on his lips. I was playing it up but my body is already shivering and desperate to feel him against me.

He shoots me that cocky grin that creates a flood where my panties were. I’m so wet there’s got to be a puddle under my pussy right now, my juices dripping down my thighs, and while I’m watching him take off his clothes, it's only getting bigger and wetter.

Without taking his eyes off mine, he unbuckles his belt slowly and then pulls his fly down. My heart skips a beat as I see the bulging shape tenting his boxer briefs, and that’s when he pulls both his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. When his cock finally springs free, my mouth literally waters. I lick my lips and I’m ready to suck that cock like I’m trying to jumpstart my heart that way or something. Watching him as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his clothes, his open shirt sliding down his arms, I feel a sudden urge to reach for his cock and curl my fingers around it first, and then my lips; but he prowls toward me and flattens the palm of his hand between my thighs. I gasp as I feel his touch, and then he curls his fingers and buries two of them right in my pussy. I’m so wet and ready for him. My head falls back at the instant sensation.

“Fuck, baby girl, you want me so damn bad,” Dominic says. His voice catches in his throat; lust and emotion make his words thick and heavy. I get it. What we’re doing, what we’re about to do, it is just so damn naughty.

But neither one of us can stop. Neither one of us wants to. If there’s a point of no return, it’s when I start biting my lip and moaning, “yes, please, daddy,” while he pumps those fingers in and out of my pussy so fast I’m about to cry from all the needs he’s grown within me.

Dominic grazes his thumb over my clit so fast that I almost think I imagine it. I suck in a breath and look at him and I know he’s teasing me.

I want to beg but I can’t breathe, because he adds another finger to my pussy, pumping hard. My hips buck up to take everything he’s giving.

I feel a hand close over my breasts and squeeze, and it's like I’m being tasered, the way I shudder around his touch and my hips go wild. The already fast pumping fingers thrusting into my pussy go even faster and I’m crying out for more. Well, I’m crying out little screams. There are definitely not any real words escaping my lips, just harried moans, begging out for relief, for more erotic torture. For anything and everything Dominic could do to my body.

Dominic seems intent on torturing me. He slides his fingers out of my pussy. Spreading my legs further with his knees, I whimper. Then I see him lift hi fingers up to his mouth and suck all my pussy juices off of them and I suck in my lower lip. It's the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen. A pang of disappointment courses through me because this man has kissed me and fingered me a little, and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. This experience is already more erotic than anything I’ve ever done in my life. It has the thrill of the first time that I masturbated … and it’s so, so much hotter. I swear, the air around us is going to bake us, but the heat is rising so slowly that it can keep us trapped.

“You taste like candy,” Dominic says with a sexy, self-assured little laugh. His cock juts against my inner thigh and my legs shake, almost to close, but his hands push me back open.

A dangerous tide rises within me. The possessive feel of him spreading me more makes me want things I didn’t know I could want. Things I can’t name or describe or ask for in words, but my eyes and my body pull Dominic in and we’re speaking a language that doesn’t need anything but raw sexual energy.

“Watch your pussy while I fuck it with just my fingers. How your pretty pink pussy eats up my fingers, gets them all wet with your creamy juices, and shivers for me,” Dominic says, his eyes pinning me to the spot.

I gasp. That’s doubtless the filthiest thing I have ever heard in my life. And the most erotic.

I’m mesmerized at the sight of his three fingers sliding into me now. I’m up on my elbows, watching the sight of him thrust them inside, pumping them, curling and uncurling them, and making me moan. I moan, and I watch. My face heats up at watching, at knowing he’s watching me. At knowing my former stepfather is finger fucking me. This is so wrong and so erotic, I think I might explode. I am shivering. My pussy is tight and getting stuffed, and I’m just greedy for more. I’m aching with need, my stomach on fire and my nipples are hurting just watching him fuck me like this. I can’t believe how sensual the sight is. Don’t get me wrong: I masturbate, I don’t hate my pussy or anything, but I’ve never looked at myself getting fingered … at least not like this. This is so simple, but so arousing. Knowing that he’s fucking me and he wants me to watch takes me right over the edge.

“Should I add another, see if my girl can take it?” Dominic asks slowly, stopping the fast rhythm of his fingers thrusting into me to go so much slower. So slow that I’m practically jumping out of my skin for him to stop, speed up, I don’t know. I seriously can’t breathe.

I dare a look up to his eyes, and I’m incinerated. The heat in his eyes commands my body to be only his. I’m so turned on that I feel like I’m a string on a guitar, pulled too tight and about to snap. But if he strums me just right, I’ll make all sorts of sounds. Yeah, I have it really bad. I need him so damn much right now I’m losing my mind.

“Watch your pussy while I stuff it full of my fingers,” Dominic commands, and I already feel that fourth finger fucking into me. “Because even that won’t prepare you for taking Daddy’s cock,” he says. I can practically hear the smile spread across his face, but I’m watching my pus

sy get stuffed with so many of his fingers, my eyes are starting to roll back in my head at the fullness.

He’s right. That thick cock heating up my thigh is going to be utterly gigantic inside of me. Improbably large. I honestly didn’t know cocks actually got so fucking big in real life. That cock has been inside other women … oh God I don’t want to think about that … but it means that in theory I can take it too.

Oh God, oh God … I want to take that cock so badly. I don’t care if it knocks the wind right out of me and I black out. It doesn’t matter that my pussy walls are still stretching to fit and accommodate his fingers now. I want him. I want my stepfather to break me, to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk afterward. Then I want to eat a protein bar and do it all over again.

I’ve never felt so aroused by someone fingering me. Honestly, if you’d told me before tonight that I’d get bored while two men had their mouths on my body, and then the one man I shouldn’t have would finger me and change my whole understanding of my body … I’d be like, what are you talking about? That’s just not possible.

But impossible is exactly how Dominic’s fingers in me feel. I suck in my lower lip, my breath running ragged as he starts to pump deeper and harder, but slower. The tantalizing touch is making me shake, but he keeps my legs spread. My hips buck up to him. I need him. I look up at his face and the instant our gaze’s connect, I know that neither one of us can wait anymore.

He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and he sucks them hard, but I don’t see much more than that because his huge cock slams right into me and my eyes roll back in their orbits. I can’t breathe for a moment and then I let out a gasp like I was saved from drowning. I wrap my spread legs around him and pull up against him. Dominic slams hard into my pussy, his cock stretching me and sinking into me all at once. I've never been so stuffed in my life. Dominic has a genuinely enormous cock. It’s long, it’s thick, it’s wide, it curves a little in a really delightful way. I feel like my ability to breathe, speak, think, or to have a heartbeat is impaired because I’m impaled.