Daddy's Stepstalker (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“I have my ways.”

Of course he did. When was I going to learn Ari was far different from the boy I knew? He was dangerous. Exciting, but dangerous.

“Are you mad?” he asked.

“No, I’m not. I’m just glad you’re okay. I’m sure Jackson won’t mind putting you up for the night too. Tomorrow we can find another place.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. I’ve got to fix this.”

“I’ll go to the police.”

“With what evidence?”

He got me there. Everything I had was circumstantial.

“Then it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re safe. We can start over.”

“I can’t let him get away with this. I can’t. I have to make it right.”

“Ari, that’s not—”

He grabbed me by the head and smacked his lips to mine, his tongue insistent and demanding in my mouth. And despite everything I’d lost today, kissing him reminded me how alive we still were.

“Daddy, I need you.”

“Ari.”

I couldn’t move my body much — I was way too big — but he maneuvered between the seats and slid onto my lap. He found the lever to lower the seat, then leaned forward and kissed me again. Ever since I saw everything I owned burning to the ground, I'd felt dead inside, but now with Ari in my arms, I was living again. I wrapped my arms around Ari’s body, down his back, and encountered a pleated skirt and thigh highs. If only I could see him better to admire him in the outfit.

Had he gone shopping since everything happened?

He moaned, rubbing his ass against my crotch, and I lost all train of thought that didn’t have to do with the way he was moving against me, hands running from my shoulders down my chest. He found the waistband of the borrowed sweatpants and pulled down the material to expose my hard dick.

“Yes, Daddy. I want it.”

I rucked up his shirt front and kissed his chest, licked at his nipples and sucked them into my mouth. We were in a public parking lot, but I didn’t even care. I’d plead temporary insanity if anyone caught us. He was the only thing I had left in my life, and I needed to hold on to that.

Clutching him around the waist, I shifted slightly forward and rummaged in the glove compartment for the lube I had there. Impatient, he took it out of my hand and squeezed the liquid gel into his hand. He smoothed it down my dick, his lips finding mine again. He moved against me, rose, and then he sank down onto my cock, his tightness gripping me with such suction that I almost came inside him.

“Give it to me, Daddy!” Ari rode my lap hard, one hand braced against the door. He didn’t pause. With his breathing ragged and his voice far from lowered, he took what he wanted, like the first time I penetrated him.

“I need it,” he cried out. “Need your cum inside me, Daddy.”

I gripped his thong and pulled it to the side while he continued to ride me. I bucked up, and he groaned, head falling forward on my chest while his hand worked on his cock, stroking himself. His body tightened, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him down against me while I used every muscle to thrust up over and over until I gave him what he wanted. My body stiffened, stomach quivering, as I shot my load inside him.

Moaning, Ari reached behind him, using two fingers to bracket the width of my dick inside him.

“I’m a satisfied boy when you’re inside me, Daddy.” He sighed, and I tilted his head to kiss him.

“Let’s go.”

He shifted off me into the passenger seat and fixed his underwear while I worked on my borrowed sweatpants. With Ari in my life, I could do this. I would start over from scratch. The money from the insurance would help us buy another house. I turned to share my plan with him, but Ari jerked the door open and hopped out of the car.

“What are you doing?”

He glanced back at me. “Sorry, Shaw. I need to do this. For you, because I know you won’t. He took your home from you, and now I’m going to hurt him the way he hurt you.”

“Ari!”

He slammed the door shut. Damn. I pushed my door open and stumbled out of the car. “Ari!”

But he was off, his legs carrying him away from me as he ducked between cars.