Dirty Daddy(14)

I turn my gaze away from her, trying to calm myself down, and she takes her hand off of my knee, perhaps taking the hint. She then starts looking around the limo, playing with the buttons and displays just like a young kid would do. At the press of one button, a compartment opens up slowly and a small tray with champagne and two glasses slides out from a panel on the wall right by my side.

“Oh, champagne,” she cries out, getting up from her seat. She tries to sit on my other side, the one closest to the champagne compartment, but the limo suddenly jumps up and sways as it goes over a bump in the road.

Next thing I know, she’s on my lap, her ass pressed against my crotch.

“Oops,” she whispers, a devious grin on her lips. I’m not even fucking breathing anymore. Fuck that; I can’t even think. “Sorry,” she continues, without getting off of my lap. Instead, she sways her hips slightly, rubbing her ass against my cock as it stiffens up.

Instinct kicks in and, before I can stop myself, I place my hands on her waist. I exhale sharply, feeling my hard cock pressed tight between her ass cheeks, and I grit my teeth.

“Stop,” I manage to say, that simple word feeling like a brick inside my mouth. “Stop if you know what’s good for you.”

“Why?” she asks, turning around so that she’s facing me. Her lips are slightly parted, just like an invitation.

“If we do this, we’re fucked,” I say, my heart pounding against my ribcage. “I’m your dad.”

“Stepdad,” she corrects me, her voice wrapping itself around my brain and choking out all rational thought.

“We can’t. We --” she places her index finger over my lips, shutting me up, and her lips curl into the most sinful smile I’ve ever seen.

“We can, and we will,” she breaths out, the scent of her body driving me fucking crazy. Then, as an afterthought, she continues: “I’ve wanted this for too long.”

Fuck.





9





Penny





I know that it's wrong, trying to seduce my father. Sure, he's my stepfather. But ... well, even if it makes a difference, does it make enough of a difference? No one here needs to be the judge of that right now. I've got a fire in my stomach that is pushing me forward. That nagging thought in my brain that wanted me to resist? I've basically got lust in my stomach that's jumping up and down. You know, if something could actually be in my stomach and jump up and down on a thought I was having. Yeah.

The point is, my pussy is getting wetter by the second. It started out with just a little bit of dampness, but soon the wetness is going to soak into my thong. The moment I landed on his lap and felt his cock hardening against my ass, I knew there was no turning back from this. My body demands his.

I look at him—my stepfather—and I need him.

""I’m glad we’re here, Daddy," I say, letting my words be sharp enough to sting us both. Let the flames of what's right, wrong, or otherwise just plain scandalous to sear right through us because my entire body knows right now that I want this. I inhale, running my tongue over my lips slowly, then closing my mouth and scraping my teeth over my lower lip. I look up at him and put on my most innocent look. "I'm so glad we..." I slide out from his lap and, sitting by his side, I scoot closer to him in the limo so our legs are pressed together, and I grip his thigh. "Reconnected," I finish my sentence, and look up into his eyes.

They narrow and take me in. Oh, there's no way that he doesn't know I'm hitting on him. I flirted all through dinner. He tried to be good, but I know he wants me just as much as I want him. The man who painted a cheerleader with cum on a Jumbotron is being coy with me now. I know that there's a real beast beneath this princely facade, and I'm looking forward to breaking him free.

"You don't have to hold back," I say, purring against his cheek. I let my hand glide up higher. "I know you want to taste your daughter's lips on yours. You know that I want your mouth on mine. Why don't you give me a kiss?" My voice is breathy and needy. I can't help that every second he resists me, it only makes me want to play up this whole innocent little girl thing even more. If he isn't going to take one degree of bait, I mean, doesn't that point to me needing to up the ante even more? I'll turn up the temperature until it scorches us both.

Because then we'll both have what we want.

To get lost in each other and not care about anything but fucking each other.

I press my lips together and delete the modicum of space between us, kissing him on the cheek.

I feel Magnus's whole body stiffen and I know I must really be getting to him.

My hand is shivering—that's no act—as I slide up his thighs even more until I'm so close to touching the thing I've dreamed about for far too long. Magnus's magnum-sized cock is bulging from his trousers so lewdly that my curiosity is piqued more than ever before and I want to wrap my hand around it. I am close enough to feel the heat radiating from his dick, so grabbing it is so much closer now.