“Oh, baby girl,” he said, looking up from between her legs and meeting her eyes. The eye contact made her jolt. “I love the way you taste.”
He ducked back down, running his tongue up her slit, and then she felt a second digit ease into her canal, and angled it upward. He began to put more pressure on her, and she threw her head back, squeezing her breasts.
“Oh, shit,” she moaned in between heated pants. “Like that,” she whimpered as he settled into a rhythm, licking her bundle of nerves and fingering her. “Just like that. Ugh, you’re going to make me come if you keep this up.”
She met his face hard with her surging hips, alternating between grinning and clenching her jaw, bunching up her face while focusing on the pleasure he was giving her. “Keep going,” she urged him, squeezing her breasts tightly. “Keep going, don’t stop!”
She heard him hum as he lapped at her dripping sex, but he didn’t stop or break rhythm. Mandy mewled her pleasure at him as he lapped ferociously at her sex.
Each time the tip of his tongue brushed against the nub of her clitoris, she squirmed a little, feeling the teasing tendrils of almost-pleasure radiate outward.
She thrilled with the promise of what was to come. His licking was frantic, like her sweet honey nectar was his drug. He weaved her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer onto her swollen mound, and before long she was mashing her womanhood into his face.
He began to run his finger in circles inside her, around her inner button, and she gasped and thrashed on the sofa, feeling orgasm racing toward her. She was starting to see polka dots in her vision, driven ever closer to oblivion. He licked her everywhere, hungrily, stimulating her whole region.
“Oh, eat me! Lick that pussy!” she screamed, punching into his face with her hips. She could see her unavoidable ecstasy around the corner. She was panting, sucking in air and expelling it through long, deep moans.
He was like a starving dog presented with a bowl of food. She held him against her sex, her lust boiling within her. She was staring down climax like an oncoming freight train.
“You taste so good, baby,” he groaned, and the vibrations from his voice pushed her just a little closer to the edge.
She bucked her hips, pressing her sex harder against his mouth, grinding it on her face with rhythmic gyrations as he continued his bliss-inducing licks.
She was almost there. She was ready to erupt. Every nerve in her being pulsed with elation. She was climbing.
His fingers and tongue worked her in unison to devastatingly orgasmic effect. She knew that if he kept at it much longer she’d be coming all over his face.
“Oooooooohh!” she moaned, throwing her head back. The build-up in her belly, the pressure, released into her sex, ignited her nerves, and she was going to come so fucking hard at any second.
“Right there, yes!” she moaned. She was eying ecstasy.
He kept tonguing her clit just how she liked it, and she was getting closer and closer… it was only a matter of time.
“Oh, God,” she hissed. She was shivering and quaking. “OOOHHH!” she wailed.
Her muscles tensed up, hard. She clenched tight as her crisis radiated like a detonation from within her. She gripped at his hair, pulled it hard, and still he licked her, fingered her, and drove her through her orgasm.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she wailed, bliss and ecstasy crashing over her, throwing her nervous system about like tidal waves did a fishing boat.
And then it was over, and it was waning, ebbing, and she was a panting, heaving, and sweating mess. Her whole body jerked – she was now too sensitive, and she laughed and pushed her step-father off her, smiling at him.
“That felt so good,” she breathed. He got the message. He sidled up her body, and lay in bed beside her, holding her, kissing her forehead with the kind of intimacy that made her feel a pang in her gut, and a thump in her chest.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said through pants, burying her face in the nook between his neck and his shoulder. “Was this wrong?”
“No, baby,” he said, shaking his head. “No. Not at all. This is right.”
“But… but if anybody found out.”
“We won’t tell anybody, baby. This will be our little secret.”
She nodded, bitin
g her lip. Maybe they could keep it their little secret! Maybe they could have this affair in private. Maybe, for now at least, it would be better that way.
She noticed his hard cock pressing into her abdomen, and she gripped it, gasping at his girth. “Daddy,” she said, looking up at him and grinning. “Will you make love to me?”
He kissed her hard, and their tongues danced, and she loved the way she could feel the warmth of his breath, taste him. It seemed to intimate… so close. For a split second, she was terrified that this was all just a dream and that she would wake up, and it would all be over.