Punishing the Brats

“Then why don’t you ask them and find out?”

I smiled at Matthew, my heart racing. “Ask them?”

“Yes,” he said. “If you truly love this man, how can you do nothing?”

“Would you ask if there was some woman you loved?”

“Yes,” he said, but his voice was quieter.

“So is there someone you love right now, Matthew?” He looked at me, for a moment, before shaking his head. “Come on, Daddy,” I said to him, standing up and putting my drink down. “Tell me. Is there someone you love right now?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Then why haven’t you told her?”

He looked into my eyes, conflicted. “Because it is my responsibility to protect her.”

My heart stopped. Time seemed to stop. I couldn’t even breathe.

“Daddy,” I whispered. “Do you love me?”

He didn’t look surprised by the question. He knew it was coming. “Yes,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

I said it. I couldn’t believe I said it. Suddenly I could breathe again. Suddenly time started again. I looked at him, good looking, sexy, caring, sweet. He was the nice guy, but he was also the hot guy.

I stepped forward to him, and put my palm on his stomach. “Daddy,” I breathed into him, searching his eyes for his own wanting. I found it, just like I knew I would. Looking down, I saw that his pajama pants were beginning to tent.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice low.

I look him in the eye, and dragged my palm down his abs, and onto the hardness at his crotch. It was like an iron bar.

“Fuck me.”

For a moment, just a split second, nothing happened. But then he picked me up, and I yelped and laughed in surprise as he hoisted me off the ground, held me tight in his arms, and carried me into the living room.

Gently, he put me down on the futon, and he kissed me, and it was amazing. The kiss was all sparks immediately, and without even ‘getting to know each other’ we had already launched into a hurried volley of tongue-dancing and lip-smacking.

I felt it all in my belly, in my core. A welling… I knew that I was going to be with my step-father tonight, and the thought turned me on so much.

He rolled up my dress up, before pulling it over my head. With my arms still up, he immediately kissed his way down the back of my arm, over my armpit, and the small bit of flesh that connected to my breast, and was being pushed outward by my bra. I shivered, and goose bumps exploded all over me.

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His hands were around me then, and he unclasped my bra, and then my breasts fell free, and he kissed me in between them, before taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling on it while rolling the other in between his finger, somehow plucking from my depths even more desire.

“Oh,” I breathed into the top of his head, holding it with one hand, and holding him tighter against my chest. He gave my nipple a small bite, and I laughed, pushing his head back. “Hey,” I said, wagging a finger at him. “Be gentle.”

We looked at each other for a moment, shared some kind of communication. I’m not sure what it was, but in that moment we somehow became closer, more intimate. Then his mouth was back around my nipple, and I arched my back and enjoyed it. His hands went down my sides, over my hips, until they were at my thighs. He rubbed the insides of my thighs, getting so close to my sex, my center, but never actually touching it.

God, it drove me wild. It made me tingle, and it made me shiver. I wanted him to just put his hands there, in between my legs. I wanted him not just to tease me, but to deliver me to heaven, to make me feel the clenching, exploding waves of bliss that orgasm brought.

“Daddy,” I moaned. I reached down and placed one of his hands over my sex. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He began to rub me through my thong, and I could feel my wetness. He played with my clit, now a hardened stub, and clearly visible, poking a little out through the thong.

“That feels good,” I whispered as he worked my clit. He lowered himself down my body, and then he was breathing on my sex, pulling my thong to the side.

The touch of his warm tongue against my small bundle of sensitive nerves set my senses on fire. I arched my back and twisted my nipples as he ate me, as he lapped at my dripping sex like a feral animal, bathing me in pleasure, winding me up. God, it felt good, and it excited me so much knowing that he was going to make me feel even better.