Stepdaddy Savage (Savage People 1)

I now get up from the recliner, even though it’s difficult with him being basically on top of me. I spin around and shove him into the recliner, and now he’s the one who is slouched, legs wide, looking at me desperately. Fuck, I am bringing this man to his knees and I’m loving every second of it. I flip my blonde hair, my tongue darts to lick my upper lip seductively.

“Well, I think we should be square,” I continue, dropping on my knees and shamelessly reaching for his zipper. His legs part, I can see how stiff and hard he is inside his pants. God, he is so big. I can’t wait to feel his cock in my hand. Just looking at it from where I sit between his thighs makes me want to lick it like a lollypop.

“What exactly are you saying?” He groans impatiently. I roll his zipper down and take a moment to admire his tight black briefs. He is so hot, I know no high school or college kid is ever going to make me as horny. In fact, I’m pretty sure he’s ruining me for every other man on earth right about now.

“I’m saying I want you to jerk off and moan my name…while I watch.” I grin, pulling the waistband of his briefs and letting his huge, uncircumcised cock spring free. It’s angry head is looking back at me, demanding attention and relief, but I just smile coyly, licking my lips again. I want to see him lost and flushed in pleasure like I’d felt when he caught me. The music is loud, my thoughts are swimming, and a heady feeling consumes my body.

I move my open palm over his leg, massaging his inner thigh, but he catches my wrist in his strong hand and drags it to his cock. A pearl of white cum is glittering from his head.

“Sweetheart, my jerk off days were over about fifteen years ago. Either you’re going to suck it or I am going to fuck you. Either way, one of your holes is going to be full of my cock in about three seconds. I’m being nice in letting you choose which one. On a count of three, Dolly. One…”

Holy shit, he’s an asshole. But my body is humming with excitement and need. I need him in me everywhere. Yesterday. But I’m still a virgin.

“Two…”

Of course, I’m not going to give him my virginity. I’m still unsure where we stand, even after our confession.

“Thr…”

“Mouth!” I cry out, my chest heaving violently as the adrenaline pumps hard in my veins. “Mouth, I choose mouth,” I repeat.

He smirks like the devil and wraps his palm over the back of my neck. “Good girl, Dolly. Now suck on how you make me feel.”

I bring my mouth to his dick and hell if it’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever done in my life. There are people who are standing mere feet from us, leaning against the glass window behind my back, but I remind myself that they can’t see us. Which is a shame because a part of me really wants them to. I want to mark this gorgeous, powerful, rich man and make him mine, even though he is technically my mom’s. At least on paper.

My tongue licks the drop of cum from his swollen head and I cup his balls with one hand, wrapping my other one around his long shaft. Covering my teeth with my lips, I start sucking him off. His skin is salty and velvet-smooth and so, so warm in my mouth. It feels so right, moving my head back and forth, deeper, faster, stealing glimpse of my step-dad, who is not really my step-dad, throwing his head backward and rolling it from side to side as he tries to contain his lust for me. I feel his balls tightening in my palm and know that he is about to climax. I keep pumping in and out, desperate for him to see how hungry I am for his cock, while he is fisting my blonde hair from behind and guiding me at an even faster tempo. I want to cry out in pain and pleasure but it’s difficult with his angry cock in my mouth.

“Swallow,” he demands coldly and before I know it, his cum is all over my tongue, hot and sticky and completely delicious. I suck his dick clean and swallow with a smile, averting my eyes to his, knowing full well that my lips have doubled their size from sucking on his cum gun. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if my chin and cheeks are pink too.

Graham is staring at me through half-lidded eyes. I wonder if he’s going to thank me for the perfect blow-job or tell me to lift up my dress so he can eat me out and show me how much he likes me, too. But he just smiles condescendingly and pats my now-messy hair, thanks to his fingers.

“Next time you try to tell me what to do, you’ll get a fucking spanking. I won’t be gentle either. Now up on your feet, Little Dolly. We’ve got another stop before I take you back home.”

My first instinct is to hang my head and avoid eye contact for my walk of shame back through the club. I’m sure everyone thinks we either fucked, that I’m looking for a job, or both. All eyes are on us. But then I realize that I’m not being judged for hooking up with the boss. I’m being envied. I guarantee every single one of these strippers would give their left tit for one night with Graham. One of the servers purposely shoulder checks me without Graham noticing and the girls giving dances send me scathing looks that put Regina George to shame. Fuck that. I hold my head high and strut out of that bitch like I own the place.

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s soon as we are back inside the Batmobile though, the silence hangs between us and my false bravado wanes. I don’t feel bad about what I just did. My pride is hurt that he got the upper hand. Again. How does he always do that? He should want me so badly that he can’t resist me, right? So why does it feel like I’m always the one practically panting for more and he’s over there cool as a freaking cucumber. I’m staring out the window, wondering where the hell we are going while simultaneously planning Operation: Seduce Stepdaddy Savage when I feel his hand on my knee, calloused, hot and possessive. I flinch, startled, but continue to look out the window, nibbling on my thumbnail like he didn’t just set me on fire with one single touch. What would it feel like if his hand drifted up just a few more inches? Goosebumps cover my skin just thinking about it.

“What’s with the pouting?” His thumb rubs small circles on my knee and distracts me from my little tantrum. I squeeze my knees together, trying to ignore the need that’s building between them. I still don’t respond. “I’m not playing this game, Little Dolly. Too old for that shit. Tell me what’s wrong or get over it.”

Get over it? He wants me to get over it? He made me suck his cock in his office, this is the second time in a row he gets what he wants from me, and never reciprocated. I’m not even sure ‘reciprocate’ is a word he has in his vocabulary.

“Why don’t you want me?”

I blurt the words out before I can stop myself and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

He rears his head back and looks slightly enraged. What does he have to be upset about? I’m the one who is continuously rejected.

At first he doesn’t say a word. He simply swings into a parking lot and finally turns to face me.

Oh, shit.

“What on earth about my behavior these past couple of weeks pushed you to that conclusion? Was it when I had you dance for me and had blue balls for a fucking week? Was it when I made you come while I watched? Or how about when I confessed that I married your lowlife mother for you? That everything in these past few years has. Been. For. You.”

My chin starts to wobble and my eyes fill with unshed tears.

“Well, when you put it like that…”