Page 40 of Her Stepbrother Master
She sobbed, then sniffled, then cried a bit more. When she started to play with the buttons on his shirt, he eased her head back to wipe her tears away.
“Are you hungry, baby doll?”
She shook her head, lifting her wet lashes shyly. “I just want Daddy.”
He cupped her cheek and brought his lips to hers, kissing her, teasing her pretty pout with his tongue. “I love you, baby girl.”
Her arms tightened around his neck. “Is Daddy going to…”
He waited, even though he knew what she wanted.
“Do we need to wait for our wedding night?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “No, we’re not waiting for our wedding night. But I’m not sure I should allow you to have any pleasure.”
The eyelashes dropped. No complaints, no protests.
“That doesn’t mean Daddy doesn’t get to come.”
Her green eyes lifted again and she sat up a little straighter, as if eager to be of service.
He cupped her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb. “Are you ready for Daddy to use your little body for his pleasure?”
She blushed and sucked on her lip, nodding.
“Good girl.” He lifted her from his lap and arranged a heap of pillows in the middle of the bed. “Lie over these so Daddy can take you hard from behind.”
Her eyes rolled back, lust evident in the way she arched her breasts up and hollowed her back. She looked so much like a Hollywood pinup—no, better than a Hollywood pinup girl. Curvy and delectable, but with pigtails and a little girl pout. His cock throbbed to be inside her.
She knelt up and tipped her torso down over the pillows, her bottom lifted in the air.
“Spread your legs,” he said hoarsely.
She parted her delicious thighs.
He shucked his pants and skivvies and knelt behind her, parting her cheeks to ogle the carrot still stuffed in her back hole. He moved it in and out, stretching her hole wider.
She groaned, the juices of her pussy dribbling down her leg.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lulu.” He ripped open a condom and rolled it over his cock. He rubbed the head over her swollen slit.
Her pussy was still virgin-tight, barely parting to allow him in. He pushed on the carrot again and she arched back into him, her little cunt opening to accept his dick.
“That’s it, good girl,” he murmured in encouragement, as she squeaked.
He eased in until the front of his pelvis contacted her welted bottom, and she squirmed from the renewed pain. He pumped in and out, slapping her sore bottom each time. “It’s like another spanking, isn’t it, Lulu?”
Her pussy gushed in response, squeezing his cock. He loved that her body responded to his dominance. They were made for each other—two halves of a whole.
“Oh, please, Daddy,” she moaned.
He pounded into her harder, his balls contracting. Cum shot down his shaft and he continued to slam into her three more times, then buried himself deep in her sopping channel and came.
LuAnn came too. Her muscles gripped his cock, milking it with the flutters of her release.
He eased down, covering her body with his own, kissing her neck. “You took your pleasure without asking Daddy permission,” he murmured.
She looked back at him, confusion in her glassy eyes.
