Too Big Taboo Bundle(4)

"You're right," he said. "I never should have let things escalate. I  just didn't trust myself around you. I felt  …  powerless. That's not a  feeling I am used to, and it scared me. But I love you, and I'm going to  be the stepfather you deserve."



"I wanted more than a stepdad," I said. "Now, I don't know what I want. Just do your fishing or whatever and leave me alone."





V.



James stood up and dusted himself off. When he turned to walk away, his  cell phone rang. My eyes cut to James, and I saw the muscles of his hard  little butt shifting as he dug in his pocket for the phone.



"Hello? Oh, hey, Bill. Where are you?" James was silent for a moment. "I  understand. No, that's fine. Sure. We'll try again next week."



James put his phone back in his pocket. "Paw Paw isn't coming," he said. "Something to do with his mutual funds."



"Great," I muttered.



James went inside the cabin and emerged a few minutes later with his fly  rod and tackle. I pretended not to notice when he walked past, heading  toward the river. I watched him saunter down the trail through the  woods. Even out here in the woods, he carried himself like a military  man, with his broad shoulders thrown back. Usually I loved watching  James' confident body language, but now it just made me even angrier.



I kept fuming, even after he was out of sight. My brain was racing with  furious thoughts of James down there by the river. Eventually, I  couldn't stand it anymore. I shimmied out of the hammock and grabbed my  own fishing pole from the cabin, then set off down the trail to do some  fishing of my own. I definitely did not want to see James right now. But  if our paths happened to cross, well, I would not hesitate to give him a  piece of my mind.



The river was babbling, but when I reached the bank James was nowhere to  be found. Screw him, I thought. I hooked a plastic worm like Paw Paw  had taught me and cast into the swift water. I cast again. It was  incredibly boring, but I knew James would come by sooner or later.



I cast my line toward the opposite river bank, next to a little twig  that was sticking out of the water. A fish took the lure. My mind was  wandering and the fish nearly pulled the rod and reel out of my hands. I  staggered, trying to reel it in, but the fish was practically pulling  me into the water. I took a couple of steps into the stream, feeling the  fast, cold water against my calves. The fish was too big. I wished it  would just snap my line and swim on its merry way.                       
       
           


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I yanked my fishing pole back, but I stepped on a slippery rock and fell  sideways with a splash. I tried to breath but gulped down a watery  mouthful instead. My head went under. When I came up I realized I was  being swept downstream, and I screamed, trying to claw my way back to  the bank. I reached for a fallen tree and grabbed hold of a limb, but it  snapped in my fingers and sent me rolling. I was gasping for breath and  paddling frantically, but the current was too strong.



"Ellie!"



I turned and caught a glimpse of James shortly before the water took me  under again. The water was so clear that I could see James running  alongside the river, scrambling over boulders and around trees. Then he  tossed off his T-shirt and dove into the water, his strong arms paddling  toward me. I grabbed him and clung to his neck, accidentally pushing  his head underwater. He came up and drew in a quick breath. We were  swiftly approaching a log that had fallen all the way across the river,  forming a natural bridge several feet above the water's surface.



James thrust his head back out of the water. "Hold on to me!" he growled.



I was not about to let go. I clung to his neck, my body riding his back.  Suddenly he plummeted down beneath the water, then rocketed upward. He  grabbed the log in his arms, his legs fighting the current that  threatened to sweep us away.



"You have to crawl over me, Ellie," he said.



"I can't."



"Yes, you can."



He didn't even give me a chance to protest. Keeping his grip on the log,  he hoisted me over his back with his other hand. In his hands, I was  light as a feather. I lay on the log, my arms and legs hugging it  tightly, as James swung himself up behind me. James crawled onto his  feet, careful not to rock the log or lose his balance. He picked me up  and carried me to the end of the log. My arms were wrapped around his  neck, and he held me like a sleeping baby. Instead of setting me down on  the bank, he carried me that way all the way through the woods and back  to the cabin as night began to fall all around us.





VI.



I didn't want James to ever let me go. But once we were inside the  cabin, he set me down on a wooden chair. He had rescued me, and my heart  was filled with gratitude toward him. Despite swallowing a few gulps of  river water, I was not hurt in any way, but my body was wet and a  shiver ran up my spine.



"You need to get out of those wet clothes," James said.



"Then undress me."



James stood before me, still shirtless. His strong, swollen chest rose with every heavy breath he took.



"You don't know what you're saying, baby girl," he said.



But I did know. I knew exactly what I wanted. I stood up and took one  step toward James. When he didn't move, I stopped and smiled, then  peeled off my wet blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Then I took  another step forward. Still, he didn't budge. He just watched me, trying  to stifle the lust building inside him.



My all-powerful stepfather. The decorated war veteran. I wanted him to  ambush me from behind, attack my cunt and invade my body with his rigid  cock. I toyed with the button of my shorts, then flicked it open and  unzipped, swaying my hips as the shorts tumbled down my legs. James'  body remained perfectly still, but his eyes raked up and down my body,  standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties.



James nodded his head. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and I stepped  closer to him. Now we were practically touching. My long, wet hair felt  cold and heavy against the bare skin of my back.



His body was taut and trembling like a longbow about to release its  arrow. Drawn to him, I reached up to touch his chest, wanting to feel  his firm, smooth skin beneath my fingertips. The instant my fingers  touched his skin, he snapped. He grabbed me in his rough hands and  snatched my body toward his. With a hand behind my head he pulled our  faces together, pressing his mouth against mine so ardently it almost  hurt. He dipped his tongue into my mouth and I tasted him, smelled him,  all of my senses consumed by him as his hands ran all over my body,  groping for every inch of me.



James bit my earlobe and kissed my neck as I threw my head back and  moaned out loud. I gasped when he grabbed my tits and tore off my bra,  liberating them. He grabbed them roughly, crushing them in his hands,  and he threw me down to the floor. I landed on the rug and James landed  on top of me, pinning me beneath his weight as his lips found mine and  we kissed more deeply this time, his hands searching from my hard little  nipples, down my tummy, lower still, finding my panties and the mound  between my legs. He rubbed me greedily, the firmness of his hands  dominating my pussy. I was dripping wet, and my entire body was aching  to be filled by his cock. He kissed my neck as he slid his fingers into  my panties and teased open my pussy, his fingers searching me, toying  with the hard little bump of my clit. My body writhed as he dominated me  with his fingers. My head was spinning. My muscles tightened and every  ounce of sexual energy flowing toward my pulsating cunt.                       
       
           


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James pushed two fingers deep inside me and curled them, stroking the  walls of my pussy, and I exploded in orgasm. My body quivered as I  moaned with pleasure.



"Get up!" James suddenly shouted. He pulled me onto my feet. "Go to the bedroom. March!"



I turned toward the room and he smacked my ass, hard. It surprised me so  much I jumped in the air. I scurried down the hallway, eager to obey,  as James followed step by step with that slow, confident swagger of his.  I was sitting on the edge of the bed when he entered the room and  dropped his shorts.



"Oh my god," I gasped.



His cock was long and meaty, growing before my eyes. I was salivating, I  wanted it so badly. I fell to my knees, submitting to James, taking his  rigid shaft in my hands as I guided the swollen tip between my lips.  James' cock was so thick it completely filled my mouth, and I was afraid  I might choke on it. I took as much of him as I could inside my mouth,  running my lips up and down his length, letting him dominate my mouth.