Page 56 of Off Limits

She giggles. “You’re already hard.”

“You’re a bad girl,” I admonish her, bending down to kiss her forehead. “If Mommy knew what we were doing, she’d be furious.”

It’s a risky thing to say, a risky kink every time I try it out, but Dani only flashes me a naughty look. “I don’t care,” she answers defiantly, giving my cock a squeeze.

Dirty girl.

She grips the shaft of my cock, rubbing her hand up and down over the fabric of my pants while I lie still, breathing heavily as she gets me erect. She releases her grip, running fingers lightly up my length and wriggling her hand under my waistband until I can feel her skin against mine. Her hand is warm and soft as she encircles my hard cock again and starts stroking it.

She’s so good at making me come already. So good at taking my cock. I’m pleased and oddly proud that she’s learned so much about what I like so quickly. What she hasn’t learned yet, though, is how much her pleasure is a part of my arousal. Knowing I can make my stepdaughter come, when no one ever has before, gets me harder than anything.

“Has anyone ever licked your pussy before?” I ask quietly, combing my fingers through the hair at her temple. The idea of Dante or Kye between her legs makes me both curiously possessive and totally hard. I hate the idea of anyone other than me being with her, yet in the moment, getting hard in her hand, I think it’s something I might like to see.

“No,” she whispers.

“Mm.” I lie still for one more minute as she continues to stroke me, allowing myself to get to the brink before changing the focus to her, then I kiss her temple and lift her hand out of my pants. “Okay, lie down on your back, sweetie.”

She rolls back and I sit up to climb over her, catching sight of her stuffed bunny nestled into the pillows beside her. It’s so sweetly innocent, the toy in her bed, and shockingly it makes my cock throb even harder. I lean forward and kiss her softly on the lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth and feeling the same shivery sensation I feel every time her tongue touches mine. Her mouth is so unbelievably soft. “Would you like Daddy to make you orgasm, sweetheart?” I ask in a throaty voice.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good.” I lower myself between her legs. She’s only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of the white cotton panties I bought her. I run a finger under the hem of the panties until the back of my nail is brushing against the smoothly shaved skin of her pubis.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She does, and I push her knees apart even further, sliding her panties to the side until I can see her slit, visible in the moonlight. My cock surges, and heat rises to my face.

I run a finger around her pussy, exploring it, and she gives a little gasp. I love that she shaves herself already and has a perfect, pink hairless little pussy for me. I make a small groaning noise as I lay my hands over her inner thighs, pushing her further apart and spreading her lips slightly with my thumbs.

“Turn on the lamp.”

She stretches one arm, and soon the room is illuminated with real light.

Her pussy is a tender, soft pink, glistening for me already in anticipation of what I might do to her. She’s ready, almost trembling, and as I stroke one thumb up over the nub of her clitoris her pussy pulses in response.

“Ah,” she breathes, the sensation unexpected, and momentarily taking away her self-control.

I lean forward, inhaling the sweet smell of her as I slide my tongue over her clit, making her moan. I lick up and under her hood, running my tongue back and forth over the centre of her pleasure until I can feel her swelling against my mouth. She shudders, and I pull the panties further to the side, running the slick moisture up from her tight hole with my tongue and over the hard nub of her clitoris. Her legs part wide, and she lifts her hips up towards me, already wanting more. Fuck, almost right away, she’s close.

I can’t help myself. I lower my pants with one hand and pull out my cock and start stroking myself as I lick her, wanting to push myself into her tight, wet little hole. I want to stretch her small cunt over me and come deep inside of her, filling her up. I’m bringing myself right to the edge as I feel her orgasm come over her.

Her pussy squeezes tight, becoming firm against my tongue, and then her whole body shakes as she lifts her hips even higher. She takes big, gulping breaths as she gasps out her pleasure. “Daddy!” she cries out, in ecstasy and bewilderment, and the intensity of her pleasure, the pulsing of my teenage stepdaughter’s cunt against my mouth, pushes me right over the edge. My own climax comes suddenly, and I just have time to sit up and push her t-shirt up over her tits before I come on them, groaning loudly—loud and wild and impossible to control.

Danica

I WAKE UP what feels like hours later. The lamp is still on, and Jean-Luc and I are both sprawled out on our backs, asleep for who knows how long. My t-shirt is pulled up, Jean-Luc’s cum drying on my breasts, and he’s naked from the waist down. If Melanie were to walk in, there would certainly be no way to hide what we were doing.

I wonder idly if she could have heard anything through the wall. The house has remarkable soundproofing, but the low, guttural roar Jean-Luc gave as he came would be unmistakable if she heard it. I kind of hope she did, I think meanly. It would serve her right to find out that I’m fucking her husband.

Although… Her husband. I hate to think of Jean-Luc that way. He’s mine in every way. Every way…except one.

The sex I had with Dante last summer felt good at the time, even though it seemed like I couldn’t get the rhythm quite right, and I definitely didn’t come. But being penetrated, having a man inside of me, was a kind of pleasure I hadn’t expected—like it fulfilled a need I didn’t even know I had. If it felt good to have Dante’s cock inside of me, I can only imagine how a cock the size of Jean-Luc’s would feel. I want it, for so many reasons, yet Jean-Luc seems to see it as a kind of final frontier. It’s the most forbidden thing of all. But as long as he’s never fucked me Melanie will always have some bigger part of him than I do.

I sit up and pull off my t-shirt, wiping his cum off my chest, and he stirs beside me, blinking up at me sleepily.

“What time is it?” he asks.

I shrug. “Don’t know. We fell asleep.”

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