And, let’s be honest: the fact that he’s my stepfather kinda helps bring forward that animal side of me. There’s something exhilarating about placing both feet over a line that society has drawn in the sand. Right now, I’ve shut down that part of me that tells me to be a good girl.
Right now, I just want to be bad.
My eyes narrow because I’ve got him in my scope now. The only thing on my mind is how soon he'll tear these clothes off me. I make my hands work to bring them to my own shirt, desperate to get the buttons off myself. I bite my lower lip, tucking it into my teeth with the effort I’m making because my hands are like jelly. I’m weak-kneed and super horny right now; my hands almost miss the buttons from how I’m shaking.
Dominic’s hands capture my wrists, encircling them and making heat course through me like electricity struck us both at the point of contact.
My lips part but no words come out. I don’t know what I’d say, but just when my lips start moving, they’re stopped.
Dominic closes his mouth over mine, stealing the breath I was gasping for. My mind aches with need, and his fingers at my wrists make me shiver with desire. The heat is hot enough to burn, but we just stoke the fires. The kiss is wet, hard, lips to lips, but his tongue deftly parts the seam of my lips and spreads them for his tongue to enter me.
Fuuuuck. I hope his cock does the same soon. He doesn’t kiss like dumb boys my age. No, this is what a man does when he’s going to fuck you. Patience and confidence—that’s what separates boys from men.
The firm grip he has on my wrists travels to my forearms and I moan in time with his touch. He slides his fingers down and starts deftly working his way through the other buttons on my shirt. He gets them all and I break free from him to pull my arms out of the shirt.
Dominic watches me, then he storms up to me and lifts me up to toss me on the bed. I fall down and his hands crawl up to my bra and he unhooks the latch and frees my tits before I can even fathom what’s happening. I feel a shiver going up my spine as he bares my hard nipples, and all of me seems to scream for his body, an urgent need taking over me.
I’m bare before him and he’s fully dressed. I narrow my eyes at him. “Show me what you're hiding behind that stuff we also don’t need,” I say, waving my hand in his general direction. “Please, daddy,” I say and stick my lower lip out and let it quiver. The word daddy rolls out from between my lips like a dart, poisonous and lustful, and I can’t help but smile as I see the wicked grin dancing on his lips. I was playing it up but my body is already shivering and desperate to feel him against me.
He shoots me that cocky grin that creates a flood where my panties were. I’m so wet there’s got to be a puddle under my pussy right now, my juices dripping down my thighs, and while I’m watching him take off his clothes, it's only getting bigger and wetter.
Without taking his eyes off mine, he unbuckles his belt slowly and then pulls his fly down. My heart skips a beat as I see the bulging shape tenting his boxer briefs, and that’s when he pulls both his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. When his cock finally springs free, my mouth literally waters. I lick my lips and I’m ready to suck that cock like I’m trying to jumpstart my heart that way or something. Watching him as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his clothes, his open shirt sliding down his arms, I feel a sudden urge to reach for his cock and curl my fingers around it first, and then my lips; but he prowls toward me and flattens the palm of his hand between my thighs. I gasp as I feel his touch, and then he curls his fingers and buries two of them right in my pussy. I’m so wet and ready for him. My head falls back at the instant sensation.
“Fuck, baby girl, you want me so damn bad,” Dominic says. His voice catches in his throat; lust and emotion make his words thick and heavy. I get it. What we’re doing, what we’re about to do, it is just so damn naughty.
But neither one of us can stop. Neither one of us wants to. If there’s a point of no return, it’s when I start biting my lip and moaning, “yes, please, daddy,” while he pumps those fingers in and out of my pussy so fast I’m about to cry from all the needs he’s grown within me.
Dominic grazes his thumb over my clit so fast that I almost think I imagine it. I suck in a breath and look at him and I know he’s teasing me.
I want to beg but I can’t breathe, because he adds another finger to my pussy, pumping hard. My hips buck up to take everything he’s giving.
I feel a hand close over my breasts and squeeze, and it's like I’m being tasered, the way I shudder around his touch and my hips go wild. The already fast pumping fingers thrusting into my pussy go even faster and I’m crying out for more. Well, I’m crying out little screams. There are definitely not any real words escaping my lips, just harried moans, begging out for relief, for more erotic torture. For anything and everything Dominic could do to my body.