"Open your mouth, bitch," he growled.
I heard a shriek from my mom, probably because he'd grabbed her hair, and forced it in rough. That thick, ten inch cock out, ready to do damage on her throat and mouth … mmmmm.
But my mom wasn't having any of it.
"No Drake!" she cried. "I just got veneers, my teeth are going to rub off on your dick, tonight's not a good night!" she squealed helplessly, her voice going up about an octave.
With a massive roar of anger, Drake must have thrust my mom to the side, I heard a triumphant giggle as my mom stood up. Daddy had evidently given up, the veneer excuse too ridiculous and a fucking turn-off.
"Bitch," he ground out, heavy footsteps fast approaching the door.
I jumped back and made like I'd just happened to be passing by, but it was too late. When the door swung open and my stepdad saw me, I think he knew that I'd overheard their exchange. "Hi … hi Daddy," I said in a small voice.
Drake didn't utter a word, instead striding down the hall in long, sure steps to his study, slamming the door behind him. But I'd seen that dong. Still erect, it'd strained at his fly, the length so thick and long that it wrapped all the way around his hip, the bulge making my mouth salivate.
And oh god … I wanted it. Wanted it bad.
CHAPTER FOUR
Drake
A knock came on my study door.
"Daddy?" a little voice called.
Fuck! This was such awful timing, I couldn't believe Cleo had overheard my humiliation at the hands of her mom. Lorena had fucking gotten out of hand, and I was about to dial my lawyer to divorce her. Why did Cleo have to interrupt now?
But my thoughts turned to my little step. Truth be told, I was starting to notice her more and more. It wasn't just the way that she was the complete opposite of her mom, in looks and demeanor. It was her youth, her freshness, that untouched teen beauty that only the young have. I sighed. Fuck, this was my step-daughter. It felt like a crime to even think about her like this.
But I called out, "Come," and Cleo let herself in.
I scanned her outfit, letting my gaze linger briefly on her ass and her tits. Damn, how things had changed in a year! When she'd moved in, she'd been all knobby knees, buckteeth, with wild frizzy hair, looking like the proverbial red-headed stepchild.
But she'd changed and matured … in the best way possible. The hair had darkened to a gorgeous chestnut, complemented by creamy skin and jade-green, slanted eyes. There was a spattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose, and her body, oh god, her body.
Obviously, Cleo dressed to show it off. She was wearing a short plaid skirt that ended just below her puss, with fishnets underneath and a tight baby tee top which outlined her curvy breasts and tiny waist. When had my little girl gotten so delicious?
Sensing my gaze, she moved further into the office.
"Daddy … " she began slowly. In the beginning, I was annoyed when she called me Daddy, I wasn't exactly the paternal type. But now … now it sounded fucking sensuous and dirty.
"Daddy," she began again. "What's going on between you and Mom?" she asked slowly.
I sighed. Whining about a sexless marriage wasn't exactly what I wanted to do, especially to my tantalizing teen stepdaughter. I mean, it's a fucking embarrassing situation. Billionaire marries housemaid, only to have her turn into lazy ass wife once the papers were signed. I was such a cliché.
"Nothing, baby," I said soothingly, adjusting my crotch ever so slightly. "Nothing to worry about."
"You know Daddy," she said, sidling closer to my desk. "I want you to be happy, and if I can help, just let me know," she said, giving me a meaningful look.
My breath caught. Was I getting the wrong vibe? Something told me that my little girl was coming onto me with the seductive look in her eyes, those creamy, pale thighs displayed under her skirt.
"Honey," I said smoothly. "Your mom and I … We have some things to work out, but you don't need to worry about a thing."
"But Daddy, I want you to be happy," she replied, "and I'm not sure that you are," she said coyly, nodding towards my crotch. "Daddy," she added breathily, "doesn't it hurt down there? Don't you need someone to help you relax?"
I was so still that I barely breathed. Was my stepdaughter actually referring to my crotch? This was so fucking wrong. But Cleo took it one step further.
"Do you want me to suck you, Daddy?" she said, her face serious, her hand reaching over to trace my throbbing length. "It's okay, I wouldn't mind, the girls at school talk about it all the time. Wouldn't it make you feel good?"
I almost choked. Holy shit, my little girl was offering me a blow job. I knew I had to say no, it was wrong on a million levels, but I found her so refreshing, her straightforward, innocent ways a welcome relief from the deviousness of adult women.
"Honey," I said gently. "I don't think it's a good idea. We're legally related, even if not by blood."
"But Daddy," she said innocently, running her hand up and down my crotch again. "Look how big your dong is. Isn't it painful? Wouldn't it help if I gave you some relief?"
And by god, my penis had gone from semi-hard to diamond-hard in a second, the minute my girl started talking about sex. It was rigid like plywood, punching out uncomfortably against my trousers.
I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable, adjusting myself discreetly.
"Baby, it would help but it's wrong, do you understand?" I said gently. "Your mom's just down the hall. It's not right to do this."
"But Daddy," said Cleo. "Mommy doesn't want you … and I do."
And I lost it. My little girl wanted to suck me, wanted me to push my dick into her pouty teen mouth, and I couldn't resist anymore. I was too sex-deprived, too horny, too desperate. "Baby, come and sit on Daddy's knee and tell me more," I said silkily, gesturing for her to come closer. "When did you start to notice Daddy?"
She came like a willing cumslut, positioning herself on my thigh, straddling me, her tiny skirt riding up so that she was basically humping my leg with her pussy. Her clit was so big, so hot and hard, that I could feel it through the thin cotton of her panties, pressing against my leg, a tiny rock of stimulation.
"Daddy, I've always noticed you," she cooed into my ear, her breath moist and warm on my neck. "You just didn't see me."
I guess that was true. Just a year ago she'd been gangly and awkward, invisible. But now my little step was a firecracker.
"Baby," I said slowly. "Do you know what you're getting into?" I asked as I slowly stroked her back.
She moaned and arched, throwing her head back, almost purring against my hand, stretching luxuriously, sinuously.
"Of course Daddy," she said, her green eyes seductive and glinting, doing a little roll of her hips on my thigh. I fucking couldn't breathe for a moment. Her pussy had gushed, and I felt a spurt of wetness through her panties, drenching my leg through my trousers, her hot box leaking gallons.
"But Daddy," she said seriously, looking deep into my eyes. "I'm a virgin and you're going to be my first."
Oh fuck. Oh my god. So my little step's delicious teen twat had never been violated and she was asking me to be her first dick? Oh god.
"Baby," I said again, this time, letting my hand skim down to her waist, tracing over a luscious, juicy buttock. "Do you know what happens between a man and a woman?"
"Of course Daddy!" she laughed. "You put your penis in my vagina and we make a baby!"
Holy shit, I'd completely forgotten about protection.
"That's right, honey," I rumbled, my hands growing bolder, tracing her curves, one big hand running up her thigh to the hem of the plaid skirt. "Are you ready to be a mommy?"
She looked at my shyly, batting her lashes. "With you, I am," she breathed.
And that fucking broke all of my barriers. I ravaged her mouth with mine, gripping her hair as I tilted her forward, driving my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. She was hot and wet in her tiny cavity, her tongue questing to meet mine, not at all shy as she pressed herself closer to me in my lap.
"Oh Daddy!" she sighed, her breath like warm butterflies skimming my skin.
I let my hands roam her body uncontrolled. Her breasts were large and pendulous, overflowing my palms, and slowly, oh so slowly, I untied the knot between her tits, letting the material swing free, her creamy mounds on display. The little girl hadn't worn a bra, and her nips pointed straight at me, deep pink, stiff and aching to be touched.
Without hesitation, I bent my head to taste her. She mewled at the sensation, my warm tongue tracing the creamy flesh before focusing on her areola, skimming the pink with my mouth, leaving traces of saliva on her flesh. I drew a nipple into my mouth, savoring its rubbery yet stiff feel. It hardened like a bullet as I suckled vigorously, moaning into her skin, burying my face against that porcelain softness.