His mouth comes down lower, toward mine.
I close my eyes as his eyelids droop and before I know it, his lips are on mine. I feel the pressure of his body against me as he pulls me closer.
I can feel his cock twitch. That's how guys usually describe that, right? Well, it's twitching against me, growing larger and larger.
I feel Mason's tongue part my lips and slowly begin to massage my own.
After several long seconds, we break away. We're both panting.
"I only have one wish left," he says, grinning at me as he says so.
Don't roll your eyes, but I know that wish that he has.
I have it too.
I want him to take me somewhere and fuck my brains out.
But I don't say anything. Everything has been resolved to an extent and there is nothing left to say.
So instead, I do.
I take his hand and I press it against my crotch. I position his hand so his fingers are right over the fabric of my skirt covering my pussy lips.
"You have a wish, babe, just keep rubbing it right there," I tell him, giving him a mischievous smile. "If you rub long enough, your wish might come true."
Mason smiles at my attempts to be a brat.
He wastes no time, grabbing me by the arms.
"Come on," he says to me. "Lets get out of here."
The path is cleared now that the cops have dragged Mom away and Mason leads me out of the conference room as well.
I have no idea where we're going. But I follow.
And I can't help but comment, "Yes, Daddy."
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Happiness. Joy. Ecstasy.
I feel all that and then some more as I step inside the limo with Mason, ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime with the most perfect man by my side. Remember when I found out that he was to be my stepfather? When everything seemed so hopeless? Well, it worked out. All of it. Even though my mother tried hard to crush us, we pulled through. I should be devastated because of my mother, and in a sense, I am, but you can’t choose family. What you can choose, though, is where to place your love. And I know exactly where I’ve placed mine.
I rest my hand on top of Mason’s and, looking into his eyes, I realize that I can’t wait for us to get back home. I need him now, and when I say now, I mean right now. I slide myself over the seat, closing the gap between us, and place my hand right on his crotch. In two heartbeats, I feel his cock hardening under my fingers, straining against the fabric of his pants. Smiling, I curl my fingers around his thick shape and press hard on it.
“Someone’s very eager…” he says, placing one hand on my knee and sliding it up until it meets the hem of my dress. I shiver softly at his touch, the sting of desire striking me at point blank.
“You can’t imagine how much,” I tell him, squeezing his cock more harshly than I probably should. I just can’t help myself.
“Lucky for you, baby girl…” he whispers at me, a wicked grin dawning on his lips, “I’m just like you; I can’t wait.” With that, he slides his hand under my dress and only stops when he has his fingers pressed tight against my pussy. I grow wet in a fraction of a second, my thong dampening immediately. Biting on my lower lip, I let an expression of desire take over my face and lean into him, crushing my mouth against his.
Forcing his tongue past my lips, he pushes it inside of my mouth and runs it in soft gentle circles around my own. We start slow and tenderly, but our kiss quickly degenerates into wildness; we start to kiss as if we are possessed and, really, we are. We are possessed by lust and love; and above all, we are possessed by happiness.
As we kiss, Mason presses his hand harder against my pussy and, with a quick flick of his fingers, he pushes my thong to the side. I pant as I feel his index finger brushing against my pussy lips and, when he presses it over my clit, I go completely mad and nibble at his bottom lip, pulling it back with my teeth.
Taking one hand to my hair, he yanks on it and, at the same time, slides his finger all the way inside of my pussy. I press my legs together, trapping his hand in place, and he pushes his finger even deeper inside of me, his fingertip rubbing against my G-spot. As he touches me there, the gentle flames of pleasure and desire start raging and raging, turning my mind into a furnace.
“I’m going to fuck you right here,” he says, hunger in his voice, “I can’t wait. I really can’t, baby girl.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” I say, my voice quivering as he rubs his fingertip against my G-spot. Flicking his wrist, he starts to move his finger in and out of my pussy, always pushing it all the way in until it’s touching that sweet hidden spot in my body.