And with a sigh, Lacey dropped her hips a bit, catching the tip of my head in her anus. Oh yeah, there ain’t no other way to say it. I was into that back end, glans half an inch up her anal tract.
“That’s it,” came my agonized growl. “Push yourself down more, baby, unnnnh….”
Because Lacey was on a roll now. Throwing her head back, she wiggled her hips down further, ass spreading to swallow more dick.
“Unnnh, Daddy,” came her sweet cry. “Unnnh, you’re so big.”
But the little girl was doing a-okay, she just needed more coaxing. So I took a nipple in my mouth, sucking deep before popping off once more.
“That’s it,” I rasped. “Lower, lower, let that big butt stretch.”
And with an agonized cry, Lacey did it. That’s right, on a deep breath, she pushed down hard, those rectal walls sliding open to accept my full length, and in two seconds, I was balls deep in my stepdaughter. Again.
“Unnnh,” the grunt escaped me in a whoof. “Unnnh.”
“Oh Jake!” was her wail. “Oh god, I love it so much …”
But the rest of her cry was cut off by my kiss. Because this was the most electric contact I’d ever had in my life. An eighteen year-old nymphet, begging for my dick in her butt? Working herself down that stiff pole until I was fully embedded? Oh shit, my cock leapt even as my heart beat like a fucking drum.
“That’s it,” I rasped, breaking off for a moment. “Be nasty, go for it.”
Because Lacey was moving now. Oh yeah, the little butt slut’s talented, and she was starting to slide up and down my monster, anal ring gripping my fuckpole tight. Shit, it was so dry and hot, so unbelievably good in her rectum that my balls raised, ready to shoot already.
But the girl wasn’t having it.
“Unnh, unnh,” she panted, going faster and faster. “Unnh, ohhh ….”
And shit, but I was the one who let go. I was the fucking party pooper. Because I couldn’t resist. After fucking thousands of women, literally thirty years of boning females, one little girl had me wrapped around her little finger. And within seconds, I spurted. Yeah, that’s right. Me, Jake Mason, alpha extraordinaire, blasted like a teen boy, unable to contain the excitement.
“Aww fuck!” was my roar. “Fuck!”
The walls of the stall practically came crashing down, my climax so electric. I would have torn that place apart with my bare hands, every ounce of my being focused on the girl. Because my semen lashed her butt, blast after blast of hot, goopy white lining her rectum.
And Lacey gave it up then as well.
“Jake!” came her scream, anal ring clamping on me, spasming hard. “Jake, Jake, Ja—“
But her words were cut off because I did what I came to do. I swallowed those sweet cries, inhaling my name even as her ass clenched once more around me, sweet frame shaking and trembling.
“Jake!” one more cry escaped before being smothered with my lips. “Unnnh …”
And yeah, that’s how it ended. Because my girl and I are on the same wavelength. No matter how wrong it is, we dance to the same tune, our bodies locked, minds one. Right there, in the dirty bathroom stall of a nasty-ass strip club, we cemented a mind-blowing connection, finding each other in this cesspool of a situation.
It was wrong, sure. It was fucked up, like some reality show gone crazy, where they send all the contestants home.
But it was right too. Because as my semen dripped from her ass, we stared at each other again, breathing hard. My dick was still in her butt, the last tremors shaking our forms.
But our eyes met once again, and oh god, but it was like sunlight in that filthy bathroom, the world settling as a ray burst through the gloom. Because this girl is mine … and for better or worse, I’m hers as well.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lacey
I’m having an affair with my stepfather.
There, I said it.
Well, not my stepfather yet. Future stepfather.
But that doesn’t make it any better.
Because we’ve gone at it again and again, at a bar, my mom’s engagement lunch, the bridal shower, his office, and now, the bachelor party.
Why? Why, why, why is this happening?
But a better question might be, why do I like it so much?
I love it, when I’m being honest.
Because I love being with Jake. There’s something about the big man that calls to my soul. A look in those blue eyes. The way he’s alternately charming, and then dangerous as all get-out. He scares me even while sending delicious chills down my spine.
Maybe it’s just the situation.
Maybe I love playing with fire. Maybe I love thumbing my nose at my mom.
I don’t know, but what I do know is this. This situation is beyond my control and I don’t care anymore.