Page 64 of Off Limits

I push against her entrance, feeling the squeeze of her pussy as I slide into her slowly. She pinches her eyebrows together, looking strained, and I slow down. Grown women with lots of experience sometimes have trouble taking my cock. It’s something that I’m used to.

“It’s okay,” I reassure her. “I’m going to go really slowly. Just relax.” I push in a little deeper, the tight band of muscle like a fist that won’t give. “That’s good, sweetheart. Just keep relaxing. Don’t squeeze.”

She whimpers as I keep pushing, her resistance barely giving in at all.

“Just relax. Keep relaxing. I’m going to be all the way in soon. That’s it.”

My heart is beating like a wild drum and it’s taking everything in me to resist the urge to pound into her, slamming and stretching her, ignoring her whimpers. The beast in me wants to be buried in her, hard and deep, now—immediately. But I take a steadying breath and push slowly.

“Did it hurt when Dante entered you?” I ask.

“Not like this,” she pants.

Small dick, I think to myself triumphantly. I drop my weight to my elbows, murmuring in her ear as I plunge in to my full depth. “It will get easier,” I promise. “You just need to relax.” Being completely sheathed inside of her is dizzying. Every inch of my shaft is being squeezed by the walls of her pussy.

I start pulling out, her tightness pulling against me in opposing resistance and I have to shudder. “Fuck. Dani. You have no idea how good you feel.”

When I slide back in, it’s easier, although I go slowly, continuing to allow her to adjust. “Is that better, baby?” I ask when I’m in to the hilt again.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s good.” My breath catches as her tight pussy grasps and squeezes me. “You’re being such a good girl, Dani. You’re making Daddy feel so good.” I reach down to palm one breast and take in the sight of my big cock half inside her, the innocent white panties bunched to one side. I lick my thumb and press it to Dani’s clit and she inhales sharply.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this for,” I say, helplessly, as I bury myself in her again, a little faster this time, a little harder. She cries out but it’s not with the same keening edge of pain as before. She’s taking it. “I’ve wanted it for longer…than you would even think,” I confess. “Longer than I should have. My sweet little girl. Daddy wants you so bad.”

As her passage eases, her pussy walls start to pulse against my cock. I roll my hips, circling her clit with my thumb, and drive myself in harder and deeper, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “You feel fucking perfect. Better than I ever even imagined. You’re so perfect for my cock, Dani.”

“Better than Mommy?” she asks, a deliberately innocent lilt to her voice and if it’s even possible, I feel my dick swell harder inside of her. She’s so fucking naughty.

“Yes, baby,” I murmur in her ear, feeling myself just about to go over the edge. “So much better than Mommy. You’re just what Daddy likes. You make Daddy want to come. Daddy’s going to come inside you now, okay little one? Do you want to make Daddy come?”

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.

“Good.” I rock back and forth, becoming mindless, my awareness only in the end of my dick where I feel like I’m about to explode inside of her. “Daddy’s going to fill you up with his cum. Daddy’s wanted to put his cum inside his little girl for a long time now. Oh fuck, Dani. Dani, I’m going to fucking—“

Words trail off as my climax rips through me, the tight hug of Dani’s cunt squeezing me as I blow hard into her, driving myself in deep as if to fill the deepest recesses of her body, wanting to fuse myself with her to make us one. A primal cry leaves my lips as my body seizes and I shudder hard inside of her. My little girl, my little stepdaughter, Melanie’s daughter…fuck.

I shake my head to clear away any returning thoughts of guilt, shame, and morality, trying to cling to that between place where Danica’s role in my life is a naughty fantasy and not a reality to be navigated.

Not right now, I think, collapsing beside her. Not just yet.

We’ll have to figure out where to go from here at some point, but right now I just want to be with Dani as if there was no reason on Earth why we shouldn’t be together—as if Dani’s just a regular young woman. As if Dani’s someone I’m allowed to love.

Jean-Luc

WHEN WE GET home on Sunday, I haven’t given a second’s thought to Melanie. It hasn’t occurred to me to wonder if there might be some sign of her left behind, if she could have maybe forgotten something—maybe even left a note. I’ve been so completely transported by the events of the past twenty-four hours that I’ve practically forgotten about her.

So it’s a shock when I unlock the door and walk in to find Melanie waiting in the kitchen.

“Hello!” she trills from a stool at the kitchen island, lifting both hands and one foot in an overly-exuberant greeting, as if we’d be happy to see her. Her phone and a glass of wine are on the island in front of her.

“Melanie,” I say, stunned. “What are you doing here?” My lawyer was supposed to have her escorted off the premises. It occurs to me I haven’t even looked at my phone since last night, I’ve been so utterly consumed by Dani, fucking her again and again over the course of the night and this morning until she complained that her pussy was sore.

“Oh,” Melanie waves a hand, as if this is all so irrelevant. “I just need another night. Cathy’s not back till tomorrow so I don’t have anywhere to stay. I explained it all to Patrick last night.”

Patrick, my trusted lawyer, the one who’s been working on our divorce case for the past year, should know better. I pull my phone out of my pocket and realize I’ve missed a whole flurry of activity. Two calls from Melanie, three calls from Patrick, and about twenty text messages from both.

I skim through Patrick’s messages.

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