100 Days

Daniel presses his body against mine, the warmness of his skin sending a shiver down my spine, and then grabs a handful of hair on the nape of my neck. Holding my head, he presses his mouth against mine; fireworks go off behind my eyelids as we kiss savagely, our tongues dancing and fighting against each other with abandonment.

Still kissing me, he takes his hand and lets it slide down my side, then makes it climb up my inner thigh. I shudder as I feel his long fingers on my skin, my hips unconsciously bucking against him. He brushes one finger over my thong and across the hem of my pants, long flames of pleasure darting through my body as he does it; I rock my hips against him, trying to have him press his hand against my pussy. He doesn’t relent, though, taking his time and slowly brushing his finger over the fabric of my thong and my aching pussy.

I started this and, now that he has taken control, he’s going to make sure we go all the way. No excuses.

With a growl in the back of his throat, he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, forcing me to lift my arms. Then, moving fast, he sends my yoga pants down to my ankles and presses his hand against my pussy. He wastes no time and takes his fingers to my thighs; pulling on my thong, he sends it down my legs as well. I bite my lower lip as I feel the fabric sliding down, and I kick off my sneakers, doing the same with my pants and soaked underwear.

I exhale sharply, his fingertips caressing my drenched folds with a maddening gentleness. He keeps his own patient rhythm and slowly drives me to the edge with his touch. And, God, I just love it. Why rush into things?

Tracing the contour of my pussy with one single finger, he avoids touching my clit. I sway my hips, but he takes his other hand and holds me in place by the hips. Slowly parting my inner lips, he takes his finger all the way up my crevice, and only then does he brush his finge

rtip against my clitoris. And, God, the moment he does it… I almost lose it. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, surrendering to the sparks of electricity that fly inside my body as he gently rubs my clit.

Then, before I can even moan, he opens his hand and presses it hard between my thighs. I snap my legs shut by instinct, trapping his hand there as he flicks one finger against my folds. I open my mouth and sigh in frenzied delight as I feel his finger sliding inside of me; he takes it all the way, curling it upwards and pressing his fingertip against that hidden spot deep inside my pussy. He rubs me there, drowning my brain into pleasure. When he slides one more finger in, I can’t stop myself from moaning; I open my mouth and let a high-pitched cry of pleasure fall from my lips, my skin prickling as I do it.

With two fingers pressed deep inside of me, softly rubbing against my G-spot, he presses his thumb right above my clit. I don’t know how he does it, but his touch simply takes hold of my mind and sends all my thoughts spiraling down into an avalanche of pleasure. It’s magical; it’s perfect. I moan between my gritted teeth, my pussy tightening around his fingers as I come.

I’m still shaking from the orgasm when he takes his fingers out of my pussy and, grabbing me, makes me turn around and pins me against the wall, his chest pressed against my back. He starts unclasping my bra, his fingers pulling the straps down my shoulders and I do the rest, grabbing it and throwing it to the floor.

I thrust my ass back at him, pressing it against his body, and I have to close my eyes as I feel the hardness he hides in his crotch. Swaying my hips from side to side, I grind against his cock as hard as I can, his long shape nested between my cheeks. My skin prickles as I feel him pulsing against my nakedness, and a violent desire to be consumed by him overtakes me.

“Don’t hold back,” I tell him. Then, I feel a sudden urge inside of me, a forbidden word bubbling up to the surface, and I open my mouth again. “Don’t hold back… Daddy,” I say, and my insides clench as the sound of it rolls out from between my lips. Looking over my shoulder at him, I see the expression of delight on his face.

“I never hold back,” he whispers against my ear.

With his chest on my back, the outline of his perfectly carved muscles pressed against my skin, I start rocking my ass against him once again. I dart my hands back and, even though I can’t see what I’m doing, I let desire be my guide: I unbuckle his belt and pull it out, my fingers zipping down his fly with a pent-up fury I haven’t felt in a long time. I let the bulging inside his boxer briefs push against my ass, its thickness resting against my crack in a way that makes me grow even wetter.

I allow my unconscious mind to take charge and I turn to Daniel, his eyes falling on my tits. He grabs them eagerly, his fingers cupping the softness of my flesh as he leans into me, and then he takes his lips to one hard nipple, engulfing it and softly flicking against it with his tongue.

My hands fall down the side of his body and I tug on his pants, sending them down his legs; taking the hint, he kicks off his shoes and removes his trousers as I pull his open shirt down his arms. I put both my hands on his chest and push him back hard, just enough so that I can take in the sight of the perfect man right in front of me. Of all the men in the world, God had to make my stepfather the one I simply can’t resist. How’s that for cosmic irony?

My eyes wander down from his face to his chest; the lines between his abdominals almost making me salivate, and then settle into the long shape that tents his underwear. I take my hand there, curling my fingers around it as my heart keeps racing faster. With his pulsing cock on my hand, I’m hit by the sudden desire to show him the kind of pleasure I can give him... I don’t even have to think twice about it: I’m on my knees before my brain even has the time to second guess itself.

I look up at Daniel, a devious grin of anticipation on his lips. Just the way I like it. I lean forward, tilting my head to the side and laying my lips over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I feel his thick shape becoming even harder, straining against the fabric that holds it, and I start sucking on it over the boxers. God, what is he hiding under his boxers? It feels huge. I close my eyes then, his hands resting on the top of my head. Cupping his balls with one hand, I start sucking harder as I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxers, slightly pulling them down, just enough for a tan line to reveal itself.

I know he can barely wait; he wants me to pull his boxers down, for me to take his cock in my mouth with eagerness and anxiety of an inexperienced woman. But I take my time; I tease him hard, wanting to prolong his razor thin edge of anticipation. Inch by slow inch, I pull his boxers down, Daniel grabbing my hair harder with each teasing movement of my fingers.

I keep teasing him to no end, my fingers softly brushing against his shape. Then, when he least expects it, I push his boxers down with a jerking motion and his cock springs free with a brutish eagerness.

It’s simply massive; even bigger than I expected it to be. I’ve felt it with my hand and with my mouth, but seeing it now, so dangerously close to my lips… A shiver goes up and down my spine as I imagine me guiding his menacingly thick cock between my thighs, his fat head pushing my inner lips aside as he rams it inside me.

Oh, my stepfather is proving to be so much more than I anticipated.

Grabbing his cock harshly, I lean into him and wrap my lips around the tip of his long member, sucking and savoring his saltiness. He tastes like a man should: raw and brimming with testosterone.

I open my mouth wide, allowing his cock to slide deep inside of my mouth as I lean forward. I go as deep as I can, realizing that I've never felt a cock as big as his rolling over my tongue. How is it even possible for him to be so perfect? You can say whatever you want about my mother, but I have to give it to her: she knew how to choose men.

Hitting my breaking point, I pull back out. Then, firmly grabbing his cock by the root, I start bobbing my head, his length going in and out of my mouth at a frantic pace. He tries to guide me with his hands, but I keep my own rhythm until he finally realizes that I need no guidance, the rhythm of my mouth on his shaft growing into an unstoppable crescendo of lustful fury.

Pulling back out again, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; I start stroking him then, my eyes never leaving his. There’s a fire raging inside of me, and I’m going to let it consume us both.

“Fuck me, Daddy… I need it,” I whisper, grabbing his hand and standing up; I do it fast, my hand leaving his cock and resting on his chest. With a devilish smile on my lips, I take one step forward and push him back. I keep walking, guiding him across the bedroom until the back of his knees meet the edge of my bed; one final push and he falls back on the mattress, sitting down. I climb on top of him, but instead of guiding his cock inside of me here and now, I decide I still want more first.

I roll to the side, moving as fast as I can, and lie down as I pull him after me. He grins, taking the hint; he places both his hands on my knees and parts my legs, positioning himself between my thighs.

“Show me what you can do, Daddy...” I tell him with a purr, his eyes wired up with lust. Oh, he’s going to show me what he can do, that’s for sure.

Leaning into me, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue; then he sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel.