I bite my lip and look at him through my eyelashes.
“N-no. I’m… a virgin.”
His eyes darken and his hand leaves my body. For a second I’m afraid he’s angry, but then he slides down my body, and before I know what’s happening, his tongue takes a long slow swipe up my slit. He grabs a hold of my knees, spreading my legs and pushing them backwards.
“I was going to finger fuck you, but now that I know you’re a virgin? The first thing inside you will be my cock. I’ll just have to eat this pussy instead.”
No arguments here.
He eats me like I’m his last fucking meal and I can see my arousal on his face glistening back at me.
“So fucking wet,” he muses when he comes up for air before sucking my clit between his lips.
“Oh my god, yes!”
He uses his whole forearm to keep my legs back, while he sucks on the thumb of his other hand before bringing it down to my back entrance. I jolt in surprise but he holds me still. Then he’s sucking again, and teasing my ass without pushing inside me. My legs start to shake. I can’t hold out much longer.
“I need to come so bad. Please daddy, make me come!” He doesn’t need to ask; this time I say it on my own. Because I like it.
Graham flattens his tongue and presses it to my clit and he pushes his thumb inside my asshole. My whole body tenses up and I fucking combust.
“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.