Page 69 of Off Limits

“You are,” he says with a heated intensity. “You are everything to me, Danica.”

He pulls my face to his, pressing his hands to my cheeks, and kisses me warmly and passionately. “Can we fuck?” he murmurs. “Are you sore?”

“Yes,” I giggle. “And yes.”

He groans. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. But I really want to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me,” I whisper in his ear. “Please fuck me with your big, hard cock.”

He groans again and lifts me up with one hand while he uses the other to pull his pyjama pants down over his knees. His erection slaps against his belly, and he lifts it with one hand, positioning it so that I can lower myself over it.

“Oh shit,” he whispers as I lower myself down, his girth spreading me apart in a way that’s half pain, half pleasure. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I can only gasp as he fills the farthest, deepest part of me, hot tension already gathering low in my belly as he strokes into me. He rocks his hips, fucking me from below, as I settle into the rhythm of pushing myself down against him.

“That’s it,” he whispers in my ear, threading fingers through my hair and pulling it. “That’s fucking it. Ride that cock, Dani. Ride my cock.”

I can’t even form words. Incoherent moans tumble out of my mouth as I heave and gasp against his cheek. He turns his face so that we’re mouth to mouth and growls low, “Quiet, baby. You have to be real quiet so Mommy doesn’t hear us.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I manage to whimper.

He sticks a finger in his mouth, and a second later I feel a warm, wet pressure against my asshole that makes me inhale sharply and seize up.

“Easy,” he chuckles warmly, lifting his hips to resume the rhythm I’ve interrupted and making slow, soft circles against my anus. “Easy, sweetheart. There, there.”

I’m shocked to realize it feels good. An exquisite pressure builds as he strokes and pushes against my ass, pressure that’s making my pussy so tight Jean-Luc grunts as he starts ramming into me harder.

“Quiet, Daddy,” I tease. “Or Mommy will hear.”

“Jesus Christ, Dani,” he groans. “Fuck. I’m looking forward to fucking your ass. I’m going to fuck you so deep and so hard in your tight little ass.” He presses his finger into my hole, making little circles around the rim as everything inside of me draws tight and suddenly I’m screaming, crying out as I turn inside out and Jean-Luc moans loudly, rolling his head back against the wall as he comes.

As his spasms subside, he lowers his head back down and smiles at me, and kisses me softly. Our eyes flicker as they dance back and forth, looking deeply into each other’s. For the first time that I can remember, he doesn’t feel like my stepfather, and I realize that we’re becoming peers. Two humans that hold the key to the other person’s ecstasy. He’s my lover.

With a swing of his arm, he lowers me onto my side—foreheads still touching, legs still interlocked, his cock softening but still inside of me. I’m dizzy with happiness, inhaling his breath and his skin. It’s the closeness I crave and need.

“So much for being quiet,” he chuckles, and I breathe a laugh. He doesn’t seem to care, and crazy though it may be, I don’t either. Part of me hopes that Melanie did hear.

“I love you, Dani,” Jean-Luc whispers, dark brown eyes searching mine.

“I love you, too, Jean-Luc,” I whisper back.

Jean-Luc

I WAKE UP in the basement den, hours after sneaking out of Dani’s room while she slept. I do a workout, wake Dani for school, make breakfast, and I’m pleased when we manage to get out of the house without seeing Melanie.

Danica is irresistible in her private school uniform, red hair plaited into two long braids down her back. Her lips look fuller than ever, swollen from kissing, and I’m pathetically proud of myself for getting her to school without having to pull over and fuck her in the car. I’m only semi-hard when I drop her off at school and it feels like a triumph of willpower.

She walks into the school without stopping to talk to anyone, and I watch a group of girls eye her as she walks past and then whisper to each other. I frown, not for the first time thinking about how happy I am that it’s the last week of high school. Next week these girls, whoever they are, won’t matter anymore. Next week I won’t have to worry about Kye Knight. The only thing I’ll miss about Dani being in high school is her uniform.

A short time later, I’m frowning at my phone, waiting for the coffee to brew, when Cynthia walks into the office kitchen. She doesn’t walk, she sashays like a cat. There’s something uncannily feline about Cynthia.

“Hello,” she says silkily, reaching into the fridge and pulling out one of endless bottles of kombucha she always seems to have in there. “And how’s Daddy this morning?”

Warmth spreads to my face as I snap my attention to her. “Cynthia…”

She grins. “No one’s around. I miss our little chats, Jean-Luc. I haven’t heard from you for a while.”

I drop my phone into my pocket and give her my full attention. I’m texting my lawyer, Patrick, about getting Melanie out of the house today, and at this point I’m basically just harassing him anyway.

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