His Secret (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica)

“Uh-uh” he tisked, stopping me from lowering any further. I looked down at him, staring inquisitively into his face, inspecting his face for meaning as he looked up at me, a glassy glint in his eyes. He circled his lips almost melodically, with a look of mischief splayed across the ever deepening pink of his lips.

“I have another set of lips I wanna kiss first”, he whispered as he leaned back against the tiled wall where he sat, pulling my hips toward his face, my knees resting on either shoulder. My hands wrapped themselves around the nape of his neck, as I felt his warm breath wash over my fleshy folds. The tip of his tongue danced around the length of my slit, teasing ever so slightly deeper and deeper with each pass of his warm hot tongue across my flower. As my sweet nectar started to flow from the gentle coaxing of his lips, my hips involuntarily arching into his chin, as if beckoning him deeper into my cavern. Over and over again, he traced my tulip, causing my head to roll backwards in bliss. He mercifully drove his tongue into the darkest crevices of my flower, lapping and suckling my flesh, as my body rolled deeper and deeper against the melody of his tongue, my knees shaking from the height of a sensation I’d never known. I listened to his muffled moans, as his firm hands spread across my bottom, pressing my pelvis tighter and closer into his mouth. I was entranced by the sound of his lapping and suckling of the sweet nectar he was drew out of my ripened peach. His lips circled my thickened clit, sucking firmer and faster, his head bobbing back and forth, as his lips pulled and tugged at my clit. Waves of heat seethed through me, as my knees began to shake and my bottom tightened under his grasp, as if attempting to slow the ebb of the wave of orgasm that threatened to crash over the both of us. And just as I was about to succumbed to him he stopped. Abruptly, drawing my hips away from his glossy, silky chin and lips.

He tisked at me again, “No baby, not yet.”

My breath strained heavy at the tingling which slowly waned in the absence of his lips. Drawing my down into his lap this time, I looked down at his manhood, watching as he pressed his hard wand into my skin, trailing the head over my rose petals until they parted with ease. While he pu

shed inside, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to brace myself for the feeling.

This would be my first time.

Daddy slid inside of me slow at first, savoring the way my tight opening hugged his cock. I gasped when he pushed all the way in. No one had ever done this. I wasn’t sure if I was ready, but the way I was rolling on ecstasy made me think I could do anything. I felt drunk with desire. I needed to be filled. Gripping my hips, Daddy helped me slide up and down on his magical tool, the girth of him filling me to the brim and causing me to soar. I groaned against his lips as they mingled with mine. Hands cupped every inch of flesh available, his mouth disappearing underneath my silk blouse, layering kisses on my nipples.

Within moments, I was arching my back and groaning against the delightful tool that delivered pleasure, my hips rolling over and over as I gripped his shoulders. He wrapped his fingers around my throat, asking who I belong to.

“You,” I replied, squeaking against the pressure. “I belong to you.”

“Good girl,” he growled while gripping my hips. “You better cum for me.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered to his lips.

He hooked his arms under mine and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me hard against him. Another roll of my hips caused a shudder and a slew of moans, each one coaxing my abandon. The driving force of his kiss engulfed me and caused me to twitch rhythmically. I could feel it growing in my gut, the charge of emotion devastating the control I had over my body. Heat gathered in my pelvis with every grind. Daddy encouraged me to let go, to allow him passage into my secret realm of fantasy and pleasure. I released it and felt it flying apart in every direction.

While I shook violently over his muscular form, he whispered encouraging words and slid harder inside my delicate flower. He pounded in a frenzy, the sound of our skin echoing in the small bathroom and causing Daddy to slam harder. I watched his face contort into one of absolute pleasure. It made me smile to know I inspired such satisfaction, that my tight little flower would be of good service to him. Daddy took my face between his hands.

“You are such a good girl,” he said while pecking my lips intermittently. “You make Daddy happy.”

“I’m so glad,” I whispered.

“Let’s keep dancing, baby doll. I’m still rolling,” he suggested.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, standing to clean myself and pull on my leggings.

After we fixed our clothes, Daddy and I stumbled out of the stall and peered into the large mirror on the wall. I readjusted my top and tousled my hair a bit. The rugged look worked for me. I looked like a glamor model who was a hot mess with just the right amount of beauty under the messy locks. I smiled, puckering my lips.

“You’re gorgeous,” Daddy said while smoothing some hair behind my ears.

“Thank you,” I whispered shyly, turning away from the mirror.

“No, really. You are absolutely gorgeous. Never let anyone tell you otherwise,” he insisted while taking my hand.

Guilt remained from the encounter, unsure of whether or not this would be a perpetual activity between us. I was stricken between pleasing my mother and pleasing my new Daddy who seemed to have taken a liking to me. Why would he want an inexperienced little girl like me? I thought to myself as we returned to the dance floor. Before I could ask, my vision went hazy and the rest of the evening became a blur. I don’t remember climbing into my own bed or whether he had tucked me in. I couldn’t recall if I had spoken to anyone else or if we had kept to ourselves. All I knew was that I was in love with my new Daddy.

I couldn’t resolve these new feelings and the guilt didn’t help. Still, I didn’t want anyone else. I knew that much. Before I passed out from sheer exhaustion, sprawled out on my bed staring sleepily into the ceiling, recalling the events of the last twenty-four hours; I decided I’d roll with the punches. After all, isn’t that what the LA lifestyle is about? If I wanted to fit in, I better get used to this tide or else I might fall to the wayside.

And I didn’t want to be anything other than cool, no matter how juvenile that sounded.

Chapter Five

Weeks went by with Dallas and I completely enamored with one another. We did it wherever we ended up alone – in the living area next to the fire place, in the office, in my bathroom, and even in the kitchen once. It felt naughty, yet exhilarating to be heatedly wrapped up in an illicit affair. What we were doing might as well have been a storyline right out of one of my mom’s own Hollywood chick-flicks. But, despite the blatant treachery of it all, Dallas was incredibly careful about us seeing each other. He’d frequently send the help across the house or out on errands in order to keep them from hearing the sound of us ravishing each other. This particular morning, I was feeling frisky, but I knew my mother was home, so I stifled the desire.

My mother met us in the kitchen as Daddy was making breakfast. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and informed us that we were invited to her movie premier that evening.

“Which one is this?” asked Daddy while scrambling some eggs.

“It’s the futuristic Western. I think you’ll both love it. It’s filled with glamor, guns, and adventure,” she explained. “I’m hoping for a good review.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” I said, still high from the night before.