Page 54 of The Tangle of Awful

Satisfaction purrs deep inside me.

The same sort of feeling surges through me whenever I win a case.

Triumph.

Which, again, is fucked-up. She’s my stepdaughter. I’m not supposed to be pleased with the fact she wants me more than my son.

“Stop thinking so much,” she breathes. “Just be here with me.”

I’m unable to look away as she yanks away her towel while she expertly strokes my dick over my slacks. Every perfect inch of her is revealed to me.

She’s naked.

Naked and mine for the taking.

I could. I so fucking could.

But I can’t.

Her pert tits jiggle as she steps back. I’m fixated on her pink nipples that are hard, standing dutifully at attention. My mouth waters to spend an entire day tasting them—sucking and biting and bruising them.

A wicked glint in her eyes is my only warning before she kneels before me. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d have my sweet little stepdaughter kneeling in front of me, eager to put my cock in her mouth.

We can’t come back from this.

If she does this, I can’t undo it.

I grip her damp hair, expecting to pull her away. Her lashes bat prettily as she looks up at me, heat burning in her gaze. I don’t want to tell her no. I want this. I fucking want this with every cell in my body.

With a slight nod, I urge her to continue, tightening my hold on her hair. For a moment, I’m able to pretend she’s some random woman I’m interested in. Not my stepdaughter. Not my missing wife’s little girl.

All too easily, she unzips my pants and seeks out my cock. Her hands are cold, chilling the heated stone-hard flesh of my cock.

“Fuck, Love,” I growl, voice hoarse with need. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

Her smile is breathtaking and then she’s taking my breath. She slides her luscious lips over the crown of my cock, licking at the bead of pre-cum there. I nearly collapse at the pure pleasure zinging through me.

Fuck, this feels good.

So fucking good.

“Holy shit,” I hiss out as she takes me further. “You feel fucking amazing.”

My words spur her on and she sucks my dick like she’s been placed on the earth to do that and only that. With every lick of her tongue or hollowing of her cheeks as she sucks, I’m blasted with a high I’ve never known in all my life. It’s like she’s worshiping me—praying to me, her god, through my cock.

I grip her hair, unable to slightly push against the back of her throat with my dick. She relaxes some, breathing heavily through her nostrils, allowing me entry. Her throat swallows me down and I thrust hard against her.

“Fuuuuuuck.” My head tips back and I groan. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

She gags, throat constricting, and I pull back. Her fingers grip the meaty cheeks of my ass, urging me to do it again.

She likes it.

She likes having her pretty face fucked.

“You want me to make your throat nice and raw, Love?”

The hum in response is my undoing. I fuck rather harshly into her throat, oblivious to her slobber that’s running down the front of my pants, until my balls tighten. Admittedly, it doesn’t take long before I’m coming deep in her mouth and filling her belly with my cum.

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