She doesn’t need to speak the words. I already know what she wants. I can see the way her nipples are showing through the red triangles of the top, I can see the way her pupils are dilating. She’s turned on right now. She’s horny.
And she wants me.
I can hear the voice in my head. Telling me to stop. Telling me this is a stupid idea. A stupid thing to do. That I have to stop.
But I don’t.
My hands are on her thighs, skimming them as she bites her lip. She’s not even doing it to be seductive, she’s doing it subconsciously, as if it’s a tick she has, a way of her body expressing her need.
I tug on the sides of her bikini where the strands hold it together and it comes apart so easily. She’s not moving, she’s not speaking, she’s just watching me as I unwrap her for me.
As the fabric starts to fall I pull it away and she’s there, standing half naked, taking long deep breaths as if she’s trying not to lose control.
I pick her up, she’s so light and she half wraps her legs around me as I place her onto the marble counter beside the sink. Her legs are open, her knees are bent and I’ve got the best angle of her cunt ever.
But I’m staring at her face, watching her reaction. I’m about to make another mistake, one I’ve been desperate to do for months, and while my wants are consuming me, I need to be sure she’s consenting too. Because as much as I’m crossing a line, as much as I need my stepdaughter right now, I won’t force her. If she tells me to stop, if she tells me to go, I’ll turn around right now and not look back.
I owe her that much at least.
“Touch me.” She says and I can feel she’s trembling slightly. “Make me feel good.”
I smirk slightly. “Oh don’t worry about that.” I murmur as my eyes drop to where her cunt is glistening with its welcome for me. “Daddy’s going to make it all better.”
She gasps, yeah me calling myself that turns her on.
I run my fingers down her, relishing the fact she’s so smooth, that she’s so wet too. My little angel is dripping just for me. She feels better than I imagined. Better than I hoped. She lets out a moan, a little sound that makes me do it again and her body secretes more juices.
I’m barely getting going and my little minx here is already so responsive. I plunge two fingers into her, pushing as hard as I can into her core and she groans as her eyes half pop out. I bet none of her little school boyfriends touched her like this. I bet no one has owned her cunt like this before.
She clings to me, her little muscles latching to my fingers as I pump. She’s just so fucking malleable.
“Dominic.” She gasps out my name and I grin. It’s the first time she’s said it in a moment like this and I realise that it won’t be the last, that whatever the hell this is, now that we’re here again we’re going to keep on doing this, that this mistake will perpetuate, that we will continue for as long as we can, revelling in our sin, revelling in our damnation until we both burn.
Her cunt is squelching, slurping, with every move I make because of how wet she is and by god do I love that sound. She’s flushing though, embarrassed and I make a point of doing it more, of making it louder which only makes her moan.
“That feel good sweetheart?” I say and she nods.
“So good.”
“Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yes.” She says without hesitation. Without a moments pause.
I move my other hand to her clit and her eyes widen. My righthand fingers are still inside her. I use my left index and ring finger to spread her lips wider and my middle finger begins to circle. Slow deliberate movements around that little bundle of nerves I watched her manipulate to perfection all those months ago.
“Oh fuck.” She says slamming her head back against the tiles.
I can’t help it I chuckle at her reaction. “Bet those little boys you mess with have never made you feel like this huh?” I say.
She shakes her head.
“Tell your Daddy how good it is.”
“It’s so good. So good.” She gasps. “Please don’t stop.”
“Oh I won’t. I promise you Eden. I promise I’ll take care of you and Daddy always keeps his promises doesn’t he?”
“Yes.” She moans so loudly I’m grateful we gave her this room, with this bathroom, grateful that we’re far from where the party is happening right now and half our family are tucking into neatly cut sandwiches and making pathetic small talk.
She’s moving her legs further apart, panting as her tits heave. I’m tempted to yank off her top and get a good look at them but both my hands are occupied and right now my focus is on her needs, her wants, not my own.
“I’ve wanted you to do this for months.” She gasps. “I’ve been imagining it.”
“Yeah?” I reply. She’s sweating now. She’s about to come undone. I can feel as her body starts to melt.
“I wanted you…” She trails off as her body jerks and then she’s screaming, writhing, thrusting against me. I move my hand to cover her mouth. We might be away from the party but I’m not going to run the risk of us getting caught because I’ve been reckless.
“Dominic.” She moans against my hand and it’s the best fucking sound I’ve heard. Her juices are running down my fingers, down my wrist but she keeps going, as if her body isn’t ready to give up just yet.
I push my body onto hers, using my size to try to stifle the sound, to soak it in.
When I feel her sink down I know she’s done and I look at her face, meeting her eyes as she pants.
“Dominic.” She whispers. “Please don’t tell me that was another mistake.”
I smirk, pulling my fingers out of her and as she watches I lick her juices from where they’ve run down my skin. Fuck she even tastes like heaven.
“Do you want it to be?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“You want me to do it again?” I check.
“And more?” She asks.
I tilt my head. She’s still sat wide open, exposed for me to look and even now she’s dripping. “How much more?”
“As much as you’ll give me.” She says.