“Bill?” I say.
“We’re not doing anything illegal, Erica,” Bill says. “We’re not related, and you’re 18. Okay? Don’t worry.” He comes over to me and puts his arms around me. I snuggle up into his chest. I feel so lost. Tears start streaming down my face.
“Shh…” he says as he leans down to kiss the tears from my face. Then he kisses my mouth. It becomes sensual and slow. Hot. His tongue dives in to dance with mine and I am horny for him again. I hold him close, the bare skin of our chests pressed together. He lets me go for a moment, walks over to the front door and locks it. Then he comes back to me and sweeps me up into his arms. He takes me to the dining room. Beyond the kitchen. We never use it. The heavy curtains are all drawn. He lays me down on the big dark wooden table. It has a fancy white linen tablecloth laid over it. We are probably about to ruin it.
He unzips his pants and pulls them off again, so he is naked. My butt is at the edge of the table. He pushes my legs up, so my knees are close to my shoulders. I can see his cock is hard again. I reach out to stroke it. He closes his eyes and shivers. Then he opens them and gently guides his cock into my wet and waiting pussy. I groan. My pussy is tighter with my legs up like that. The pleasure is intensified. He shivers again.
Then he starts to thrust into me, holding my legs to my body. I groan deeply with each thrust. I can feel my heart pound. He slides his big cock in and out of me, grunting and groaning as he does. I forget Blake. I forget the world. I forget about how they would judge us if they knew. I groan as my stepfather fucks me.
“Oh, Daddy…” I say as I whimper with pleasure. He fucks me harder. I can see sweat beading on his face as he thrusts into me. I feel the clench of pleasure start to seize my pussy.
“Oh, God,” I say. “Oh!” I feel it spiral upward into an intense pleasure wave. “UGGGHHH!” I groan as the wave of ecstasy crashes over me. The pleasure grips my pussy then rides upward to the rest of me.