Your Dad Will Do (A Touch of Taboo 1)

Shane doesn’t let me come. Not once. He brings me to the edge over and over again, easing me away from it every single time. By the time the credits roll, I’m shaking so hard, he has to pin me to his lap to keep me in place. He circles my clit slowly until the last name scrolls past and the movie returns to the menu. “Good girl.”

“Fuck you,” I grit out.

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

I almost tell him to fuck off. I’m so poised on the edge, a gentle breeze might tip me over. But I want his mouth too bad to cut off my nose to spite my face. “Yes.”

“Yes…”

My face flames, but I’m too far gone to care. “Lick my pussy, Daddy. Make me come all over your face.”

He exhales harshly. “Dirty, dirty girl. You want me to do all the work, is that it?”

“What?”

Shane’s already moving, shifting me off his lap, grabbing a pillow, and laying down on the ottoman with his head toward the windows lining the wall that look into the backyard. He arches an eyebrow. “You want my tongue in your cunt? Get over here and ride my face.”

I scramble to obey, moving to his chest and then gasping as he lifts me up to straddle his face. With the pillow beneath his head, the angle is perfect. But he doesn’t immediately release me. “Look up.”

I obey and gasp. The windows act as mirrors, reflecting the image of us. All I can see are his massive hands at my hips and the salt and pepper of his head between my thighs. And me. I can see all of me. Narrow waist, flushed breasts, my hair tangled in a way that can only be caused by fucking. I look devious.

“You like the way you look with your Daddy’s head between your thighs?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I look down at him. “I like the sight of your mouth on my pussy even more. In fact…” I move off him long enough to grab my phone. I feel reckless and invincible as I perch on his upper chest. I lift my phone and press the button. “Lick my pussy, Daddy. Please.”

He stares straight into the camera as he parts my pussy with this thumbs and drags his tongue over me. I stop the video and take a picture instead. It is so filthy. The fact that he’s got his mouth on such an intimate part of me, yes, but also the look in his eyes. Like this is just the beginning and he’s going to do every single depraved thing he’s ever wanted to do to me.

Shane grabs the phone and tosses it onto the couch. I glare. “Hey!”

“There go you again, expecting me to do all the work.” He gives my thigh a slap. “Ride my mouth, Lily. Ride it hard and dirty and I’ll let you have my cock again.”

I’ve been on the edge too long. I barely get to enjoy this moment before I’m coming. I grind down on his mouth and Shane meets me halfway, shoving his tongue inside me like he wants to lick up every bit of my orgasm. I slump down, and this time, there is no tenderness for me. He scoops me up and marches up the stairs to his bedroom. He doesn’t even bother to shut the door before he has me on the bed, his mouth on mine.

I shove at his shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Lie still and spread your legs.”

I immediately obey. I’ve seen Shane without his shirt, of course. He spent nearly as much time in his pool the last two summers as I have. He’s honestly got a better body than Max does. Shane works on his body, and the evidence is there in the lines of muscle on display. Then he takes off his pants and I forget to breathe. I’ve had his cock inside me, but somehow seeing it without all the clothing to distract me makes it seem even larger.

He crawls back onto the bed and settles between my thighs, giving me one long drugging kiss. I start to wrap my legs around his waist, but he pushes them wide again.

I stare dazedly at him, hating the distance between us, small though it is. “I need you.”

“You have me.” But he’s got a strange sort of look on his face, dark and possessive. Shane leans back and takes his cock in his hand. We both watch as he circles the head over my clit. “That feels good doesn’t it, baby girl.”

“Yes,” I moan. I can barely keep my eyes open. My chest is heaving, my legs shaking. There’s been too much pleasure in too short a time and I’m in danger of having an out of body experience. Maybe that’s why it takes me a moment to notice that he’s dipped his cock down to drag through my folds. Up and down, up and down, his gaze on where the broad head of him parts me with every stroke.