“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Come for daddy.”
He works me down from my orgasm and my body goes from tightly coiled to complete jelly. I could stay in this state-in this spot-forever.
Graham kisses his way up my stomach before kissing my forehead, and pulling me into him. I expect him to want something in return, but he seems content simply to lay here, cradling me.
“What about you?” I ask breathlessly, still trying to get my heartrate back to normal.
“Sleep, baby.”
I nuzzle into his warmth, and like a good little girl, I obey.
I wake up to fingers playing between my legs. My eyes haven’t even opened yet, unlike my legs. I spread them wider and feel and hear myself growing wetter and hotter, soft moans escaping my mouth as Graham lightly traces invisible patterns up and down my slit. He is lying right in front of me, his forest-green eyes locking on mine the minute I look at him. He doesn’t give me enough pressure to get off; just enough to tease me.
“Mmm, more,” I groggily beg while stretching my arms out above my head.
“Are you telling me what to do, Little Dolly?” His tone is teasing and light with just a hint of warning. Not what I’m used to from this mercurial step-dad of mine. Feeling frisky, I decide to play along.
“Of course not, daddy. I wouldn’t want a spanking.” I pull my lower lip between my teeth and bat my eyelashes like the innocent lamb that I’m not.
I’m attempting to be silly, but his eyes darken with lust. I’m not the only fucked-up one. He likes it, too. Is that the only reason we both want this? Because it’s twisted and forbidden? Am I only looking to fill the void that my real father left? Oh my God, talk about daddy issues. I can’t be that girl.
No. That’s not it at all. Not for me, anyway. I’ve never felt this way for anyone.
“Careful, Dolly, or I’ll have to fuck this tight pussy right now.” My step-dad snakes his way up my body, and settles in between my legs, his thick cock pressing right against my clit. His boxer briefs are back on and I wish more than anything that there was nothing between us.
I tilt my hips upward, rubbing myself up and down his length.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” I ask with a shy smile. I should be scared to give up my virginity, especially to my step-dad, and especially to that giant trouser snake. I’m nervous, but I’m not afraid. Somehow, giving it to someone, who’s actually done things for me because they care—nice things, like paying for my textbooks, buying me a Mini Cooper when I turned sixteen and remembering when my birthday is—sounds a lot nicer than doing it with just another high school jock, who is going to forget about me the moment he goes to college.
His hands brace above my head, and he squeezes his eyes shut with a tortured groan. For whatever reason, Graham doesn’t seem to let go and give me what I want. What we both want.
“We can’t. God, I want to. But we can’t. Not yet.”
He says we can’t, but the fact that he rocks against me, grinding shamelessly and making my spine tingle says otherwise.
“Please. Make me feel good. I need to feel it again.”
He lowers his head and his low deep laughter vibrates against my skin.
“I’ve created a monster,” he murmurs into my mouth before his lips crash on mine and he forces his tongue into my mouth, digging deeper, more aggressively with each passing moment. I’m drunk with lust and my hips are chasing his erection everywhere, even though he is trying to dodge my sex.
“Maybe…” my tongue traces his lower lip and I stare at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
More like definitely. Now that I know how he can make me feel, I never want to leave this bed.
“I’m not going to fuck you, but I’ll give you what you need, baby…but see, I’m a businessman. When I give something, I want something back. Can you pay me back, Little Dolly?”
I’d agree to anything. I’d agree to listen to Nickleback right now, that’s how desperate I am, so long as he doesn’t stop.
“A fair trade is a fair trade,” I pant, probably too eagerly, but I give zero fucks. I’m expecting him to ask me for another blow job, and feel a little deflated after he opens his mouth and tells me in a dry tone, “I have to work from home today, and I need you to pick something up for me.”
I nod frantically and that’s all the confirmation he needs. His left hand comes down to circle my pink nipple while he simultaneously sucks on my collarbone and bucks against me.
“I can feel you soaking my cock through my boxers, baby. Imagine how wet you’ll be when I finally slide into this virgin cunt.”
God, his words. My body burns for him. Only him. Always him, if I’m so lucky. His weight on top of me should make me feel trapped, but I love it. I’ll gladly be his captive.
With each flex of his hips, my breathing becomes more and more labored. We are dry humping