Step Stalker

I simply spin her toward the closest tree and yank up that skirt. Ripping the daisy-covered panties to her knees and burying my dick as deep as it’ll go. “Fuck!” I bellow into her neck, already rifling in and out of her tight wetness, my stomach smacking up against that round, juicy ass that drives me insane. “Hold on to the tree and tilt your hips for Daddy, baby. Come on. I’m hurting. I’m hurting so bad.”

“It’s all for you, Daddy,” she whimpers. “Take it.”

I’m a tenacious fiend for this woman and I let her know it, fucking her with unleashed possessiveness. Violent need. Obsession beyond belief. I tunnel my fingers into her hair and draw her head back, fucking her mouth while I take her body, raking my free hand down over her bouncing tits, lower to her pussy where I play with that pretty little clit. She’s wet as hell, dripping all around my thrusting flesh, down her inner thighs. All over my fingers while I stroke her, listening to her staccato breathing so I know when she’s ready to pop.

As is wont to happen, I’m suddenly overcome by a wave of affection for this woman. My best friend, my wife, the mother of my children. My stepsister. Love crowds into my throat and expands in my ribcage until I’m gasping for air.

“You look so fucking pretty lying in the grass,” I choke out into her neck. “I just want to be in bed holding you all day. Doors locked so you can’t get out. I want that all the time, princess. Is that bad? I want to be with you, inside you, looking at you all the time. All the fucking time.”

Her breath is starting to get choppy, her thighs trembling.

Close, close, close.

I crave her orgasm like a drug. More than my own.

“I love you looking at me. I love you inside of me.” Our mouths mate over her shoulder, wet and nasty and raw. “I just love you so much,” she finishes on a whisper.

And that’s always what does me in.

Hearing she loves me releases the hold on my balls and I start to grunt, stooping forward and pumping, pumping, pumping into her pussy like a lion impregnating his lioness. Isn’t that exactly what I’m doing? Isn’t getting her pregnant always the goal? Yes. Yes. I want more babies with her. A big, happy house full of laughter forever.

Lula is my heaven.

“I love you, too,” I ground out, stroking her clit as fast as I can so she climaxes with me—and thank God she does, back bowing, her channel tightening up and milking my length in that magical way of hers. I soak up the sounds of her cries, my own release ripping my stomach to shreds with its intensity. It’s like this every time I fuck her. Like it’s been years since the last time, when in reality it may have only been hours.

I’m insatiable for this woman. Always will be.

And as she turns in to my arms and sighs happily, looking up at me with unabashed love, I settle my mouth against her ear and let her know it.

THE END