Page 57 of Off Limits

“Hm,” he grunts, pulling me into his arms as I lie back down. He cups a breast with each hand and I feel his erection press against the cotton panties I’m still wearing. I wriggle my hips against it.

“Careful, baby. You’re going to make Daddy have to come again.”

My heart palpitates. For as long as I live, I don’t think I could ever tire of seeing Jean-Luc come—seeing that helpless, desperate, indulgent side of him that I’d never seen before.

I take a short breath. “I want you to come. I want to make you come…inside of me.”

His cock twitches against my ass. “Fuck, baby,” he moans. “You don’t know how badly I want that.” He lowers his voice and growls in my ear. “You don’t know how badly Daddy wants to fuck his little girl, but it’s not allowed.”

“Please, Daddy,” I whisper, arching my back to press harder against his cock. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Fuck, Dani.” He grinds his erection against me, rolling his hips to rub himself back and forth across my ass, my underwear the only barrier between us. Then, with a frustrated breath, he moves away from me and rolls onto his back. “I can’t. Not tonight. Not with your mom in the next room. Not like this.”

I turn over to see that he has his cock in his hand. That even as he tries to set this limit between us, he’s right at the edge of his self-control. He closes his eyes, fist wrapped around the base of his cock.

“I think about it constantly,” he whispers. “What you would feel like.”

“I do, too,” I whisper back. He opens his eyes and looks at me, a pained expression on his face.

“I shouldn’t want that.”

“But I want it too.” I want him to understand just how serious I am about this. I’m not a child anymore, and I know what I want.

He groans, and grips his cock, slowing rubbing his hand up and then down. “Christ.” He furrows his brows. “You would feel so good. Your tight little cunt…”

My breath hitches, and he continues.

“My sweet little girl. My sweet, soft, tight little girl. Fuck. Baby. You got me so hard.”

I love seeing his face in the lamplight as he strokes himself—eyes closed, pleasure and pain rendering him helpless—and then he turns dark eyes to me in a way that sends hot tingles over my scalp. “I want you do something for me.”

“Anything,” I breathe, and mean it.

“Sit up and let me look at you.”

“Okay.” I sit up so that I’m positioned by his hip, knees bent and butt resting on my heels, wearing nothing but the panties he ate me out in and the diamond necklace he gave me. He stares at my body and groans.

“Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you do to me,” he moans. “Daddy needs to take care of himself again because of how hard you made him. You make me so fucking hard all the time, Dani.”

His hand moves faster, his cock turgid and red in his fist, and his mouth slackens, his eyes getting a distant look but never leaving my body.

I reach down and pull his t-shirt up, exposing the muscled ridges of his torso, and the deep V of abdominal muscles between his hips.

“You like watching me, baby girl?” he asks. “You want to watch Daddy come?”

I nod. I’m captivated by the utter vulnerability of my stepfather as he rubs out his own pleasure, the pained expression crossing his face as he gives himself over to his desire.

“How long have you been on the birth control pill, Dani?” he asks suddenly.

I pause for a beat. He knows about it, of course, because he pays for it. It just seems like an out of the blue question. “About a year,” I answer.

“And you take it every day? The way you’re supposed to?”

“Yes.”

He strokes harder, faster, his eyes glazed and distant as he looks at me. “That’s good. And when you had sex with Dante, where did he come? Inside of you?”

“Yes.” For some reason, this line of questioning makes me nervous, like I might be in trouble. Lines seem blurred. But there’s an urgency to Jean-Luc’s question; thinking about it is turning him on. “But in a condom,” I add.

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