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Ariana Montgomery.

Ariana was in a possessive relationship with her older boyfriend.

They met at a party when she was 17 and he was 41.

At first everything was fine, but when she started going to college, she met up with several friends from the old school where she had met.

He became very controlling when she started talking to several friends.

He hated it when she didn't answer his calls, and when she came home, she was always punished for not answering his calls.

He is very obsessed with her, and doesn't allow any other man to take her away from him.

He is a wine businessman.

She was determined to end this possessive relationship.

She had noticed that he had come home, she left the room.

She went downstairs, and she saw him sitting on the couch watching a car show.

— John, are you home now? - she asked, entering the living room.

— Yes, Bunny. I was so fucking tired. - he says, looking at her.

— John, can we talk? - she asked, sitting next to him.

— Sure, Bunny. - he says, turning down the TV a little.

— I want to end our relationship. - she says, putting her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt.

— No, that shit will never happen. I won't let you do that shit. - he says, forcibly grabbing her wrist.

— You don't control me, John. It'll be better for both of us, I can't stand being in a relationship with someone who forbids me from doing things I want to do. - she says, slapping him in the face and trying to let go of her wrist.

— Of course, I can. I own everything, you're mine, damn it. this conversation is over. - he says, letting go of her wrist, and holding her chin.

— Please, let me go. John, you're hurting me. - she says, trying to struggle against him.

— You will never leave this damn house, I will not allow you to talk to other men besides me. - he says, getting up from the couch.

He grabbed her, and she screamed for him to let her go. but he solemnly ignored her.

He went upstairs, and she begged him.

He went into the room, when he punished her.

He put her down, and he locked the door behind him. and she walked away from him.

— What are we doing here, John? - she asked, as she felt her body trembling.

— You know I won't let you break up with me. - he says, looking at a wall that had several whips.

— Please, John. you're going crazy. - she says, scared.

•••

After he punished her, he finished putting the whip on the shelf. he took off the handcuffs on her ankles and wrists. she was crying, and her whole body was in pain. she begged him to stop doing this, but he didn't care.

— You're a monster. - she says, looking at the floor.

— Bunny, I didn't want to do this. but you didn't give me a choice. - he says, caressing her back.

— Don't touch me. You bastard, I fucking hate you so much. - she says.

— You can't deny my touch, Bunny. - he says, touching her face.

He helped her stand up, and he put his hand on her waist.

— What are you going to do to me, but you keep hurting me more. - she says, taking his hand off her waist.

— I won't hurt you, Bunny. I'll just take care of you. - he says, taking her hand.

He put her on his shoulder, walked to the door and unlocked it.

He left the room with her, and locked the door again. he put the key in his jeans pocket.

He went to his room, and quickly entered the bathroom, and turned on the light.

He laid her down on a chair, and kissed her on the forehead.

He went to the bathtub and waited for the water to get hot.

She looked in the vanity mirror and saw several of his bites all over her body.

She cried again, and she knew he was so fucking crazy. and she didn't have the strength to run away from him.

He finished putting the red flower petals. and went to the dressing table where she was sitting.

— Bunny. - he said, stroking her hair.

She was startled by his touch, and he lifted her from the chair. and took her to the bathtub.

Soon they got into the bathtub, and he started to bathe her.

— You're a monster. - she said, in a whisper.

— Bunny, we're not going to have this conversation anymore. I'm going to take care of your wounds, and then we'll go to sleep. - he said, gently massaging her breasts.

She hated his touches, and tried to dodge him.

•••

Soon he finished taking care of her wounds, and they were in bed.

— My precious Bunny. - he said, wrapping his hands around her waist.

— Please don't touch me. I'm still very sore. - she says, almost without a voice.

— Just sleep, Bunny. I'll be here when you wake up. - he says, kissing her lips.

She closes her eyes, and he covers her body.

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INCEST

UNCLE x NIECE BIG AGE DIFFERENCE 41 × 20 FINGER FUCK CREAMPIE COCK WARMING.

MILD SPITTING PLAY COMPLIMENTS.

DEGRADATION DADDY'S GIRL VIBE CHRISTMAS THEME DIRTY TALK EXTREMELY GRAPHIC SEX SCENES.

Hanna Beatrice Marin.

— Have you talked to her? - my uncle asked as I settled into the passenger seat of his Ford Raptor.

We had been driving for hours after I insisted on spending the holidays with him. then he came and picked me up from my college dorm and now we were heading home.

We had lived most of our lives in a small town in the Pacific Northwest and I hated going to sunny California, but now that I was looking at the snow and the tall, familiar trees rising into the air, I felt a lot better.

Aside from spending time with my uncle, I really felt terrible about not being home. It sucked, especially since I had been homeschooled for most of my schooling.

— No. - I said. — she’s been trying to call me, but I have nothing to say to her.

— I just don’t want her to blame me for this too. - he says as he makes a familiar turn off the main road and onto a dirt road filled with snow and sleet due to the endless amount of rain and snow.

— Blame you for what? - I asked.

He shrugged and I looked at him. — you know she’s going to say I’m making you not talk to her. Just like she said she only had sex with her coworker because…

My uncle stopped talking before looking at me and I felt a blush creep up my neck. We didn’t really talk about it. The fact that we didn’t spend Christmas Eve and Christmas together was because my aunt had cheated on my uncle. I didn’t even know all the details, but I knew he was super upset when he called me last week to talk about it.

My uncle and I were close on another level. We just understood each other and I knew that more than anything in the world, he would need me to be there for him.

Holy shit, I remembered all the times he dropped everything just to make sure I was okay. I needed to do the same for him. I didn’t know much about the whole thing because he hadn’t told me much. but I assumed he caught her texting. It was a sensitive subject and I didn't know what else to say about the fact that he caught her having sex with another man.

So I just reached out and touched his shoulder. my Uncle looked back at me and smiled, although it was sad and didn't even reach his beautiful green eyes.

My Aunt was a stupid bitch. I always made my Uncle feel special and let him know how much I appreciated him.

But she cheated on him and I just couldn't understand how she felt about that, even at fifty-six, he was still absolutely fucking hot.

His dark hair was unruly, but it was graying a little in places and I didn't even care because it made him hotter. and he still kept his body in great shape.

— I'm sorry, Uncle Frank. - I leaned over the console and kissed the corner of his mouth. — you don't have to worry about that for now."

— I'm glad you're here, Hanny. - he reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. — I appreciate you, Baby.

•••

Chapter 2.

Hanna Marin.

We had gotten home an hour ago and I was lounging on the couch with a bowl of cherries while Uncle Frank was building a fire in the fireplace. He had already decorated the place for Christmas and there were a few presents under the tree that was still undecorated. It had been our annual tradition since I was a little girl for the two of us to decorate the tree together.

And I was glad he waited for me.

I kneel on the floor and grab the large square box that we keep all of our Christmas decorations in and pop a cherry into my mouth.

Uncle Frank looked up at me as he lit the fire and held out a cherry to him. — want one?

His eyes never left mine as he leaned forward and took the cherry from my fingers into his mouth. I gasped softly as he ran it along my finger to catch any of the dark liquid that dripped down.

— You should get back at her. - I said, watching as he pulled away and licked his lips. — Just a thought. - your Aunt? What? I don't even go out anymore. - he said and started rummaging through the ornaments in the box. — I mean, I became the man she wanted until she didn't want that anymore.

— Then stop being that man she still wants. - I whispered.

His dark brown eyes fixed on mine and I acted before I could avoid any doubt.

I was so wrong, but I couldn’t stop staring at the way his biceps strained against his gray t-shirt or the way he kept looking at me like he was waiting for something.

I pressed my hand against his shoulder and squeezed lightly, but that was all it took because the next thing I knew I was lying on my back and he was on top of me.

— Get revenge on her like this? - he asked as his hands trailed down my short white sweatshirt until his fingers crept beneath the surface and touched the soft skin of my abdomen.

I bit my bottom lip and spread my legs as he brought his body flush against mine. His abs grew hard as I pressed my hands against his chest and moved them lower.

— Tell me, Hanny. - he whispered hotly in my ear. — how should we get revenge on her? what do you want me to do?

— I want you... - I stopped when his lips touched my neck and his fingers inched further until he was pinching my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

— Tell me. - he said, his trimmed beard scraping my skin.

He grabbed a cherry with his other hand and placed it between my lips and before I could bite it, he leaned forward and captured it from my mouth before biting it. and then he leaned forward once more and I opened my mouth as he shared the cherry pieces and its juices with me.

— It tastes so much better in the mouth. - he said. — now answer my question.

— I want you to fuck me. - he said, the heat rising up my neck and into my face, but I didn't stop myself from saying what I really wanted.

The truth is that I had been thinking about it for a while and now that I had the opportunity, I wanted to know what it would be like to have his big cock inside me.

He pinched my nipple against me and I moaned into his mouth. I could feel his swollen cock pressing against me even through his jeans. I needed him inside me now.

Uncle Frank pulled my sweatshirt over my head in one swift motion and then leaned down and sucked my right nipple into his mouth.

I gripped his hair in my fist and moaned softly as he pulled my nipple back and forth between his teeth.

His hand slid between my thighs and under my skirt, where he pushed my lacy panties to the side, before finding what he was looking for. His fingers slid between my slick folds as Uncle licked my nipple and moved on to the other.

Oh God. Fuck. Without warning, both of his fingers slid inside me, making me gasp loudly. His mouth moved back to my breast, leaving a wet trail of kisses as he found his way back to my mouth.

— Open your mouth, Baby. - he said and I did as he instructed. I opened my mouth and Uncle let his spit fall onto my tongue.

He did it again and then he kissed me, sucking my tongue into his mouth as his fingers moved faster inside me. his thumb brushed my clit and I could feel myself on the edge, the need to let go was so strong. I felt my thighs closing together, but Uncle Frank pressed down on my leg, keeping them apart.

— I need you. - and he pulled his fingers out of me before sticking them in my mouth, forcing me to taste myself on them.

I sucked on his fingers, licking each one clean as he watched, knowing he got aroused by watching me do this.

— You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you? - he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and he pulled away from me for a second.

I watched him unbutton his jeans and unzip them before letting his big cock free. It was hard and swollen, with precum already dripping from the tip.

— I’m a slut just for you, Uncle Frank. - I whispered.

He was on top of me again, careful enough not to crush me.

Uncle Frank pressed the tip of his cock against me and I arched my back into the carpet.

— Tell me how much you want my cock inside you, Baby.

— I want it so bad, Uncle Frank, - I whispered. — please fuck me. - without warning, he thrusts himself inside me, moving all the way in. my breath catches in my throat and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.

— You’re so big.

— And you’re so tight, Baby.

I’m almost at the edge and it won’t be long before either of us explode.

I’ve been holding back all this time and secretly wish Uncle Frank was my first time. my pussy is wrapped around his thick cock, so he slowly moves inside me, stretching me so I can fit him tight. In and out, I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he starts to fuck me faster. I’m clinging to him now as he starts to thrust harder until we’re both breathing hard and sweat drips between our bodies.

I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his back. I’m so close.

We’re one and we’re going deeper into the night, the heat of the fire washing over us. Uncle Frank pushes his cock as far as he can, desperate to get every inch inside me.

— Cum for me, Baby. - Uncle Frank's mouth came down hard on mine, muffling my screams and moans as I came hard around his cock. my pussy throbbed and my body writhed beneath him.

He followed me seconds later, his hot cum spurting deep inside me, filling me to the last drop.

We kissed roughly, teeth, tongues and bites until we finally fell back to reality.

He stayed inside me and we lay on the floor as the minutes seemed to turn into an eternity, wrapped in each other's arms as our breathing returned to normal.

— Thank you. - he whispered in my ear.

— For what, Uncle Frank? - I kissed his neck and he hugged me tighter.

— For everything. - he said, caressing my face.

— Uncle Frank, what's going to happen when we're going back home? - I asked, touching his beard.

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Jeffrey arrived home and immediately went upstairs to check on his girlfriend.

He noticed that the door was ajar.

When he entered the room and saw his girlfriend sleeping, he approached the bed.

He began to caress her ass, while she was covered on top.

He began to notice that she was already starting to open her eyes, while he kept caressing her buttocks.

— Daddy, what are you doing? - she says, her voice sleepy.

— Little girl, I thought you were at college. I was waiting for you to get out of there, your friend was looking for you. I texted you, did something happen? - he says, starting to take off his blue jacket and sit on the bed.

— I wasn't feeling very well, so I decided not to go. and I texted her. telling her that I couldn't go, and she understood and she sent me the homework. I finished. and went back to sleep again. - she says, taking off the blanket and placing her bra next to it.

— You want me to make you something to eat. You could have called me and I would already be taking care of my little girl. - he says with a worried tone.

— No, I'm already fine. and I ate some of the chocolate cake you made yesterday and drank some water. - she says, touching his face.

— My girl is so fucking hot, I would hate for some son of a bitch to try to touch something that belongs to me. - he says, placing her on his lap.

— Daddy, hold me. I was feeling so lonely and sad without having you holding me and kissing my neck. - she says, laying her head on his shoulder.

— I'm here now, Baby, you don't have to be afraid. I'll always be here with you. - he says, stroking her hair.

— Daddy, I want you to fuck my pussy. - she says, starting to bite his neck.

— Come on, fuck that pussy and make my girl satisfied. - he says, with a rough laugh.

— Daddy, I want you to fuck me slowly. I'm still sore from yesterday. - she says, looking at him.

— I'm sorry I made your pussy sore. Baby. - he says, squeezing her breast.

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CHAPTER 5.

GWENDOLYN STACY.

5 MONTHS LATER.

My morning sickness isn't as bad and my parents are coming over again, this time to pick up Dylan and Hope and take them for a few hours so Edward and I can have lunch.

My parents were a little surprised to hear that I was planning on moving in with Edward, but he's nothing if not persuasive and now they couldn't be more excited.

I put the finishing touches on my makeup and looked in the mirror. my belly is much more visible with this third pregnancy.

I run outside, organize my bag and see Edward and Dylan and Hope.

He's sitting in one of the big lawn chairs blowing bubbles at her while Hope claps and squeals and Dylan plays with our dog Marley.

My heart sinks.

Is this really my life?

Edward is looking at me.

— I put her hair in braids. - Edward says. — do you like it, Doll? - he asks.

I look down at my baby.

She has two lopsided braids and has never looked happier in her life.

— They look great. - I say, and he scoops Hope up in his arms and Dylan takes my hand as my parents’ car pulls into the driveway.

Edward stands up to his full height, and I feel my stomach drop. He’s in the office, and he’s wearing a striped collared shirt, the expensive fabric stretched tight across his massive shoulders, the sleeves rolled up to show off his large, tanned, tattooed forearms.

Standing to his full height, he towers over me, his other hand reaching down to brush my back.

I shiver. My body is under Edward’s command and I know it. Dylan and Hope are happy to see my parents, and Edward and I wave as my parents drive carefully up the driveway, avoiding my new sculptures of Cleopatra, Dolly Parton, and Harriet Tubman.

Now that I live here full time, I have even more time to devote to sculpting what I want. I hope some of them manage not to fall over.

— Come with me, Doll. - Edward says, crossing the manicured lawns.

— I’m ready for lunch, Daddy. - I whine. — I’m so hungry. I’m always hungry. - I say, craving food. Edward turns to me.

— It’ll only take a minute, Doll. - Edward says, those ice-blue eyes fixed on me.

I follow him, past the rows of flowers to where he’s building the world’s largest playground for Dylan and Hope.

— I thought you said we had reservations for this afternoon. - I argue. — If I miss my steak because you want to fuck in the pool again…

Then I turn around and he’s holding up a ring. a huge oval-cut ruby surrounded by so many diamonds.

For a moment, I feel a huge lump in my throat and I can’t speak.

— Marry me, Doll. - Edward says.

— Is that a question? - I ask, my heart hammering in my chest.

— No. - Edward says, and he takes the ring off and then my hand. his big hands are firm, spreading my fingers so he can slide the ring on my finger.

— Can I say no? - I ask, but my heart is singing in my chest.

— You can say no all you want. - Edward says evenly, a smile on the big brown-haired fucker’s face. — but I'm going to get you and marry you anyway. I fucking love you, Gwendolyn. and what do you say to that, brat.

— I love you too, Daddy. - I say happily, like the good girl I am.

•••

I was very happy and married to someone I loved very much, like Edward.

I had called some friends and told them that I had no hope in marriage.

Edward had helped me and we finished doing some things.

— What's up, Doll, did something happen? - Edward asked as he put the dishes in the cupboard.

— Nothing, just tired. - I said, turning to look at Edward.

— How about we order a pizza? - Edward asked, as he slowly approached me.

— I think that's a really good idea, daddy. - I said, smiling at Edward.

— Well, I'll go order. - Edward said, hugging me.

— Do you know what my favorites are? - I asked, adjusting my shirt.

— Yes. - he said, slapping my ass hard.

•••

After the pizzas and soda.

We ate in the living room, and watched a movie.

When the movie was over we took the pizzas and soda to the kitchen.

I started washing a few dishes, while Edward put the chocolate pizzas and the savory snacks in the Tupperware and the soda in the fridge.

I finished washing the dishes, and Edward gave me a cloth to dry my hands.

We left the kitchen, Edward turned off the light.

We went upstairs, and went to our room.

We went inside and Edward closed and locked the door behind me. I lay down on the bed.

Edward lay down next to me and pulled me onto his lap.

— Fuck. - Edward grumbled.

— What’s wrong, Daddy? - I asked, turning to look at Edward.

— Nothing, Doll. - Edward said, squeezing my waist.

— Are you sure you’re okay, Daddy? - I asked, touching his face.

— Yes, Doll. - Edward said, his other hand stroking my hair.

Edward lays his head on the pillow, and I pull the blankets up and cover us both.

— Goodnight, Daddy. - I say, kissing his neck.

— Goodnight, Doll. - Edward says, wrapping his big hands around my body.

— Tomorrow is Ariana's sister's birthday, we have to buy presents early. - I say, stroking his rough beard.

— Well, I'll just have to reschedule two meetings. - Edward says, looking at me.

— Fuck me, Daddy, the house is empty. and the kids aren't here? - I asked, getting up from Edward.

— Fuck, my little girl is so needy. and always wanting my damn cock buried in that hungry pussy. - Edward says, squeezing my breasts.

— Yes, just a cheeky little slut just wanting to enjoy this moment between us. - I say, taking his hands off my breasts.

Fucking my dad's best friend was so good.

We're going to fuck anywhere in our house and record our videos.

Edward is a great dad and a great husband who I fucking love.

We're going to have more children, the children are always asking us to have more siblings.

We're going to have to expand our house a little.

Tomorrow we're going to Ariana's twin sister Katherine's birthday party.

My son's biological father showed up here the other day and tried to convince me that he was "sorry" for leaving me alone with a baby.

But I told him to fuck off and called the security guards, and he told me that I would regret turning him down.

I had already called the police, and the officers were already on their way here. And he was drunk and high.

He tried to run away through the garden, but was quickly caught by the police dogs.

He was immediately arrested and sent to jail, where he will remain until the day he dies.

Edward had arrived, and he asked me what had happened. I told him what had happened. He asked if I was okay and asked about the children, and I told him that we were fine and that they were with the babysitters.

I never thought I would be loved by someone who cared about me and my son.

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Summary: My world is turned upside down when I find my mom packing her bags. She tells me that I don’t have to call my stepdad Dad or Daddy anymore since we’re leaving and moving in with the man she’s been cheating on him with for the past eight months.

But I don’t want to leave or call anyone else Dad. What I want is to ease the pain of Mom’s betrayal, apologize for my selfish behavior over the past three years, and make sure he still wants to be my dad even after he’s no longer legally my stepdad.

Thinking back on some of my parents’ recent arguments, I think I know what I can do to help Dad feel better. It’ll be my way of saying, “I’m sorry, Dad.”

Ariana "Aria" Katherine Montgomery.

18 Years.

•••

I immediately know something is wrong when I get home. Mom and Uncle John are fighting again, but it’s not the normal muffled kind of fighting they do behind closed doors when they think I can’t hear them. No, they’re yelling at each other, and I run down the hall to their open bedroom door, the carpet hiding the clap-clap sounds my sandals normally make.

Shock runs down my spine at what I find. their room is a mess of destruction, and I drop my heavy shopping bags to the floor.

— What’s going on? - I ask, afraid of the answer.

My voice sounds high-pitched and panicked to my own ears.

— We’re leaving. - Mom practically growls as she roughly brushes a long strand of frizzy, bleached-blond hair behind her ear, only for it to fall back into her flushed face. — start packing, Aria. - I'll pick you up in a few days after we get the keys to the new house.

— New house? We're moving? - I look around, confused, at the piles of Mom's things scattered around the room.

Empty drawers are open in the dark wood dresser to my left, across from their bed to my right. High-end toiletries and shoes are scattered haphazardly on the rumpled blue-and-white striped comforter as Mom flies around the modest bedroom, carrying armfuls of clothes from their closet to my far right and shoving them haphazardly into two open suitcases on the bed.

Uncle John must have just gotten home from work, as he’s still dressed in his signature long-sleeved, pebble-colored Carhartt dress shirt tucked into a pair of dark blue Wranglers, his oversized silver belt buckle that Mom always rolls her eyes at, and steel-toed work boots caked in dried mud.

Not even when I approached him on shaky legs, wringing my hands as I waited for him to acknowledge my presence.

The way he ignores me shouldn’t hurt after all these years, since I should be used to it by now, but it still does. he just tugs at his gray beard like he does when he’s pissed or worried about something while staring at Mom’s back. I take a good look at the mess, and there’s a glaring and obvious lack of his things being taken out and packed into her suitcases. there’s also a vile, leaking condom and its discarded wrapper on the floor, which I really try not to think about.

— Daddy? are we moving? fear and confusion make my heart pound and blood rush in my ears. I rarely call him Uncle, since he usually scowls when I say it, but it just slipped out. — Please, Daddy, talk to me. - I plead when he continues to ignore me, and I stomp my foot like a child on the verge of a breakdown instead of my nineteen-year-old self who should be well beyond such immature behavior.

Mom scoffs. — you don’t have to call your stepdad ‘Daddy’ or ‘Papa’ anymore, because we’re leaving. - she waves her hand between us, referring to me and her. — without him. and good fucking deliverance. - she slams the first suitcase shut with that last word, then struggles to close it, resorting to jumping on top of it to get it to close all the way. my stomach drops, and I think I’m going to be sick as my entire life crumbles around me. then my head snaps toward the door when I hear Mom say, — oh, good, you’re back. I’m ready to get out of here. - a man I’ve never met walks into my parents’ room with a smile on his long, angular face.

The man is taller than Uncle John by about six inches, which is saying something, considering Uncle John is barely over six feet tall. but the stranger is thin as a string bean, the complete opposite of Uncle John, who is thick and muscular but heavy around the middle. he also appears to be a few years younger, with a sharp, clean-shaven jaw and a full head of light brown hair, at odds with Uncle John's dark hair which is beginning to gray a little at the temples.

The man pulls the bags off the bed and asks his mother. — Is that all, honey?

— Who the fuck is he and why is he calling you "Honey", Mom?

Uncle John finally speaks, anger and mockery permeating his tone. — he’s the one your mother has apparently been cheating on me with for the past eight months, isn’t that right, Esme? - I guess that explains the disgusting used condom and the rumpled sheets. sarcastically, he tells me, — say hello to your new daddy, honey.

I flinch, tears quickly pooling in the corners of my eyes.

No! This can’t be happening. None of this is real. I take a step closer to Uncle John, away from the stranger, and trip over a pile of clothes on the floor. Luckily, I catch myself before I fall against him, knowing he wouldn’t like that. The stranger doesn’t introduce himself to me. He just gives me a creepy wink and then he’s gone, taking Mom’s bags with him. — Mom? - I question, tears streaming down my face. — Is it true? You cheated and we’re leaving Dad and living with that… with him?

— Yes, and it’s about time. - she cups my cheek and almost seems gleeful at the way she’s turning our lives upside down. — don’t worry, Aria. Evan will take better care of us than John ever did. He really loves me and wants to spend time with me, and I know he’ll be good to you too. - she slaps my cheek a little too hard while giving Uncle John a scathing look before walking out and slamming the front door behind her.

— Fucking bitch. - Uncle John mutters under his breath.

In all the times I’ve heard them fight, I’ve never heard him call her names before, and indignation on her behalf wells up inside me. Emotionally overwhelmed by everything I’ve just heard and witnessed, I lose control.

I turn to him, my hand tingling with the urge to slap his beard and scream. — what the fuck did you do to her?

— Excuse me? Are you seriously blaming me for all this shit? - he’s clearly taken aback by my question, but his expression quickly turns menacing. He’s usually in a bad mood now, but I’ve never seen him this furious before. He points a finger at me. — I haven’t done a damn thing to her other than give her everything she wants!

— No, you haven’t! you’re out all day and every night, and when you’re home, you never want to do anything with us! she said he really loves her and wants to spend time with her, unlike you, so maybe it’s best we stay with Evan. - I finish my speech with the same scathing look Mom gave him, hoping to hurt him a little as much as he hurt me over the years.

Because it’s true. He’s never around her anymore or wants to spend time with her.

Neither is he with me.

But I feel hurt in the process when his face loses some of its color, and he drops his hands to his sides. I don’t blame him when he yells.

— It’s because I’m working all the time! who do you think pays for you and your mom? cars? your insurance and gas on top of that? who do you think pays for your cell phone and your clothes and all the other stupid shit you spend my money on? who do you think paid for all this shit? - he points to my forgotten shopping bags on the floor.

My stomach twists with guilt as I mentally count every penny I spent today while I was at the mall with my best friend, Hanna.

I had no qualms about using the credit card he gave me when I turned sixteen three years ago. It was only supposed to be used for essentials like gas, food, and maybe a few new clothes when I grew out of my old ones, but I’ve been using it for whatever I want, whenever I want.

My mom has never had a problem with me using his card either.

He’s never mentioned our shopping habits before, at least not to me, so I never really thought about how much he was spending. I never thought he might be struggling to pay for it all. Not until now.

— I work all day and night because I’m the one who has to pay for everything ever since your mom up and quit her job. and you’ve never heard me complain about it. but now you and your mom want to throw it in my face that I’m always at work and too tired to do anything when I get home. you can’t have it both ways.

— But... but she told me that you wanted her to stop. That she didn't need to work anymore because you had more than enough to take care of us. - that last part sounds like a question because I'm starting to doubt what Mom has been telling me about their financial situation.

— First, she quit before talking to me about it. And second, I stuck it out because I had more than enough. but that was before you two started treating my credit card like a bottomless pit of money. and instead of complaining about it, I picked up more hours so I wouldn't drain my savings or go into debt because I didn't want you two to go without. but somehow that made me the bad guy who doesn't give you two enough attention, and now she's getting that attention from some jerk she met online while I was paying the bill.

My heart breaks for him as I reevaluate our behavior and as we start treating him like a walking, talking wallet, since it didn't used to be like that. I try to remember when his personality changed and he started ignoring me, when he could barely stand to be in my presence, and when he and Mom started fighting more often and spending less and less time together.

Now that I’m looking at him, really looking at him, I can see the toll our treatment has taken on him. where my mother sees a cold man who let himself go after they got married, I see a broken man who worked himself to exhaustion.

Uncle John has always been a rugged, hot man—the kind of man I hoped I’d have when I got older—but the big beard in need of a trim, the dark bags under his dark hazel eyes, and the way his belly has started to hang over his belt since he stopped going to the gym are clear enough evidence that he hasn’t had the time or energy to take care of himself when he’s been so busy taking care of us.

And what does he get for all his hard work? an unfaithful wife and an ungrateful, selfish stepdaughter who has the audacity to blame him, even for just a moment, for her mother cheating on him and leaving.

— I give, and I give, and I give, but it’s like nothing I do matters. I don’t matter. — He finishes the last part quietly, his voice cracking. It’s like all the air is knocked out of him at once, and he leans back against the wall, tugging at his beard again. He’s always been a strong, stoic man, but now he looks like he’s about to cry.

— I’m sorry, Daddy. I... — my voice cracks. — you matter, and I’m sorry I never thought about what it’s like to be in your shoes. - I look at him pleadingly as I stop right in front of him. It’s been so long since he’s hugged me, and I want that more than ever, but he’d probably get pissed if I tried to hug him now. — I’m going to be better from now on. I’m going to give back everything I bought today and cut up my credit cards. I’m going to... - I’m going to get a job and start paying for my own things so you can cut back on your hours and start taking care of yourself again.

He shakes his head as he drops his hands and looks at the ground instead of facing me, his expression twisted with pain. — It doesn’t matter right now. your mother… she’s not coming back not that I want her to and she’s taking you with her. you’re going to start calling that slimy son of a bitch ‘Dad’ instead of me, and with your fancy tech job, I’m sure you’ll both be a lot happier.

— Never. I will never call him that. — I say with conviction. — you will always be my father. — but then fear hits me right in the heart and my thoughts spin. what if... what if he doesn't want to be my stepfather anymore because I've been so stupid and terribly selfish? He's told me many times that he loves me, even though he doesn't say it as often anymore, but my mother cheating on me and leaving means he'll stop loving me? Has he already stopped? what if he never wants to see me again when he's no longer legally my stepfather?

— Holy shit. — I scream and surprise him by standing on my tiptoes and throwing my arms around his neck, squeezing him tight enough to almost suffocate him. I'm almost hysterical with my thoughts spinning as I beg him. — tell me you still want to be my father after you and Mom get divorced. please don't stop loving me, Daddy.

Instead of answering out loud, he wraps his strong arms around my back and pulls me close to his chest. He drops his forehead on my shoulder and cries. I’ve never seen this man cry, not even when he broke his leg when he fell off the roof last Christmas while putting up Christmas lights. the bone was sticking out of his shin and everything, and he’s never shed a single tear. It’s heartbreaking to hear him cry now.

•••

Chapter 2.

Ariana Montgomery.

Even though my heart aches for this man and his pain, pure, radiant joy floods my body when he doesn’t reject my affection, at least for now. joy and relief at the feel of his arms around me, hugging me tight like he used to do as I nestle into his broad chest so I can soak up the warmth and comfort his large size has always provided.

We stay like that for a long time, neither of us making a move to break the hug, even as my arms start to tingle a little. It gives me time to think of something I can do to help ease his pain, to fix what Mom broke. offering to cut up my credit cards and get a job was a good start, but I know it’s not enough.

My thoughts drift back to some of the arguments I’ve heard recently. I remember cringing when I heard my mother laugh cruelly after she asked. — why would I want to suck a fat man’s dick? maybe if you lost a little weight, I’d actually want to fuck you again. - until then...

I didn't stay to watch the rest of the conversation.

I never thought about Uncle John, but I wasn’t the one he was trying to climb either.

Now that’s all I can think about.

Not only was she not sleeping with him because she criticized his weight and called him names, but she was also fucking a bastard behind his back. what she did is beyond unforgivable.

Maybe this is how I can help him feel better… give him something she refused to give him. maybe he’ll even let me stay here instead of making me leave when she comes back to me. I’ll do anything to make him happy again, to erase his cruel words and betrayal, and to apologize for my shitty behavior.

I finally release my grip around his neck, trailing my hands down his arms to his work-roughened hands around my back, the heat of which I can feel through the thin material of my sheer black blouse. slowly, he lets me pull them away, and he looks heartbroken again when I release them. He lowers his head against the wall and squeezes his eyes shut as he pinches the bridge of his nose so he won't see me as I quickly tie up my thick, red hair, kick off my sandals, and sink to my knees in front of him.

— Daddy, look at me. - I whisper.

He shakes his head twice and closes his mouth, cutting off what I think is a sob. I glance down at his brown leather belt with the large metal buckle he won at a rodeo when he was in his early twenties. from the pictures he’s shown me of his competition days, I know he’s always been a handsome, imposing man. but now, even with his bulkier frame and bags under his eyes, I think he’s only gotten more attractive as he’s gotten older. He’s nothing like Evan, and I have no idea what Mom would see in him when she has Uncle John.

She had Uncle John.

She’s a bitch. a cruel, heartless bitch, and I refuse to be like her. She may not care about him, but I do, and I’ll do anything to keep her love. to keep him.

Uncle John flinches when I hook my fingers around his belt buckle, grateful that it came undone on my first try.

— Fuck, Aria. what... what are you doing? - his dark hazel eyes are wide and round as saucers, and he puts his hands under my arms to pull me up.

I pull out of his grip and get back on my knees. When I unbutton his Wranglers and pull the zipper down, he looks at me in complete disbelief. He only snaps out of his stupor when I pull down the waistband of his jeans to reveal his black boxers.

— Fuck, honey. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you have to stop. - he tries to pull the waistband back up, but I shake my head and concentrate. I think his shock is getting to him because I’ve won the battle and managed to pull his jeans down to his knees. — Aria, honey, get up. take it... - he sucks in a ragged breath as I pull the waistband of his boxers down enough to pull his heavy cock out, and he balls his hands into fists at his sides.

I’ve fucked my exes before, mostly hand jobs, so I know what a dick feels like. but none of them had dicks the size of his, even though he was soft.

Seriously, what was Mom thinking leaving him? His dick is huge, and it’s not even hard yet!

It’s a shade darker than the rest of his tanned skin, and a delicious thrill pulses through my veins as I watch the fat tip darken as blood rushes to fill his cock before my eyes. swelling by the second, his veins become more pronounced, and I want to trace them with my tongue.

He’s starting to get turned on—or at least his dick is—and I think I am too, as my lower belly quivers. I’ve never done mouth jobs, so I’m more than a little intimidated at the thought of giving my first blowjob to my stepdad, of all people, but I can’t hesitate, knowing that eventually his shock will wear off and he’ll force me to stop.

I tilt my head back and look at him straight into his wide, disbelieving eyes. — I love you, Daddy. I hope you still love me too. - I brace my hands on his tree trunk-sized thighs and lean down, lowering my gaze to focus on his cock as it twitches when I give the tip a tentative lick.

Uncle John’s breath shudders as I blow his hardened cock, so I open my mouth to suck the mushroom head into my mouth and circle it with my tongue like it’s a lollipop. sure, it doesn’t taste like a lollipop, but I wouldn’t necessarily say it tastes bad like Hanna says it does when she gives her boyfriend a blowjob.

— Oh, fuck, baby. fuck, fuck! - he groans as I suck another inch into my mouth, just enough for the tip to hit the back of my tongue before my gag reflex kicks in. as I start to pull my head back, Daddy begs. — you have to stop this. you have to...

I cut off his protests by shaking my head to take even more of his length. His cock is so thick that I can't get it in far before I end up gagging this time.

— Fuck! - Uncle John yells, and my eyes snap up when I hear the back of his head smack against the wall. he has his hands in his hair, grabbing and pulling at the short, gray strands.

Hanna says guys love it when girls choke on their cocks, but I must not be doing it right if he’s literally pulling his hair out. I flatten my tongue to hopefully make more room in my mouth and try to take in even more of his length. the fact that his cock is swollen and harder than before is a good sign, but then I gag violently, and he curses, banging his head against the wall twice this time.

I pull away and tears well up in my eyes. — I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.

His eyes fly open and meet mine. — shit, baby, you’re not doing anything wrong. - he cups my face with both hands, and I cover them with mine, loving how it feels to have him holding me like this, like I’m still precious to him.

— But you keep cursing and hurting yourself, and... and... I'm ruining everything. I just want to help you feel better.

He wipes my tears away with his thumbs and kneels in front of me so we're almost eye level. I love that he rests his hands on my cheeks, and I tilt my head to the side to caress his palm.

— Baby, you don't have to give me a blowjob to make me feel better. Aria, you shouldn't give me a blowjob for any reason. I mean, you're my little girl... it sucks that we're having this discussion.

— Seriously? do you still think of me as your little girl? I ask with growing hope and move closer to him on my knees.

— Yeah, of course. you'll always be my little girl, and I'll always love you, no matter what.

What started as tears of anguish quickly turn into tears of joy, the same feeling I felt before I knelt in front of him. he tilts my head back and kisses first one cheek, catching the tear that falls there, and then the other. back and forth and back and forth until my tears dry and I'm laughing at the feeling of him running his tongue over my face.

I don’t know why I do this now that I know he still loves me—and always will—but I grab his massive cock that’s still hanging out of his boxers, rock hard and sticking straight up between us. Now I know how to do this properly, gathering the pre-cum that’s beading on the tip and coating my palm with it before sliding my hand back down, forming a fist around his thick shaft. I increase the pressure until I know I’ve got it right when he groans and rocks his hips, fucking my fist with short, rhythmic thrusts.

— Fuck, Aria, baby. no… no… - he groans and bucks his hips forward harder as he slides his hands behind me, one wrapping around the back of my neck and wrapping my ponytail around his.

My mouth drops open as he forces my head back with his grip on my ponytail. his eyes are closed like he’s in pain, but his mouth hovers an inch above mine. I lick my lips to moisten them, then lightly lick his bottom lip like I did with his cock.

His eyes fly open, and all I see are my own budding flames of desire reflected back at me in his dilated pupils. his breathing becomes labored as he pulls back and pumps his hips at a faster pace. when he starts to lose his rhythm, I take over, working my fist up and down his muscular shaft from root to tip.

— No. - he says once more.

— Not what, Daddy? Not kiss you? not touch your cock? - I emphasize the last question by adding my other hand, now grabbing him with both of them and working them together. His cock is so big that even with my hands stacked on top of each other, they still don’t fully encompass its length.

He growls and thrusts his hips forward so hard that I lose my balance and fall onto my back, thankful that I’m wearing denim shorts instead of my tight skinny jeans, or else it would be much harder to maneuver my legs out from under me. but I never release my grip on his cock, and he follows me to the floor. I lift my knees and let them fall to the sides, and his hips fill the space between my spread thighs.

— Oh, fuck, fuck, Aria! we shouldn’t be doing this. - he protests as he props himself up on his elbows on either side of my shoulders. he presses his face into the crook of my neck as he moves his hips back and forth, fucking my hands like he's fucking me.

I pant, loving the weight of him on top of me, loving the slick feel of the precum that continues to leak from his cock. I’m on fire with how turned on I am right now, imagining him sliding his hard cock into my pussy instead of my fists. this kind of needy desire is something I’ve never felt before with any of my exes. I felt pressured to do the things we did so they wouldn’t break up with me because I’m a prude, but I’ve never been excited about it.

But this, being pinned to the floor by my Stepdad while I jerk his cock, is one of the best moments of my life. My heart is filled with pride and satisfaction that I’m the one giving him the simple pleasures that Mom refused to give him.

He doesn’t need her now, not when he has me.

The only thing I can think of to make this experience even better is to give him more... more of me. all of me.

— Fuck me, Daddy. - I beg as I turn my head to the side in search of his lips so I can kiss him for real.

That little taste of his bottom lip earlier isn’t enough. I want to know what it’s like to press my lips completely against his, to feel his tongue dancing with mine. I want to know what it’s like to swallow his moans as he comes thanks to me.

He stops and turns his head back to look at me in horror. — Aria. Oh my God, no. I can’t do that.

•••

Chapter 3.

Ariana Montgomery.

I want to cry and kick myself when he pulls back to straddle his hips, and now he’s too far away for me to hold on to. why did I have to go and fuck the best sex experience of my life by opening my big, fat mouth? why couldn’t I just be happy with what we were already doing?

I sit up and grab his jeans when he stands, trying to pull them back down as he pulls the waistband up and buttons the top. — please, Daddy. I know you and Mommy haven’t been together in a long time. let me do this for you.

— Fuck! this can’t be happening. You can’t say shit like that to me! begging your Daddy to fuck you. Oh God, I’m going straight to hell. - he mutters as he starts pulling his hair again.

I jump up from the floor and yank his hands away. I can’t stand to see him thinking such ugly things about himself. — If you’re going to hell, then so am I. - I cry. — I was the one who started it.

— No, no. I did it. You’re innocent. you just wanted to make your Stepdad happy, but I’m the one who’s going to hell for letting things go this far. - He backs away, walking backwards towards the open bedroom door as he tucks his shirt back into his jeans and struggles to buckle his belt. — I’ll leave, and we’ll pretend this never happened. We’ll go back to being a normal Stepdad and Stepdaughter, and we’ll never have to think about this again.

I can’t let him leave. I can’t let him walk out that door and go back to who we were an hour ago. I didn’t like who we were an hour ago. him—overwhelmed and unhappy and ignoring me all the time. me—a selfish, spoiled brat who didn’t care about anything but me, me, me. I don’t want to go back to being those people ever again.

— There’s nothing innocent about what I want to do to you, Daddy. - I cross my arms in front of me and take off my shirt in one smooth motion, leaving me in just my shorts and a lightly padded hot pink bra—not that I need padding.

— Stop! - he yells as I reach behind me and unhook my bra. he groans and holds his jeans over his bulge as I let the thin straps fall off my shoulders and let my bra fall to the floor.

My breasts are a little bigger than Mom’s ample chest, and I know my exes have loved playing with them. I hope Stepad likes them too. I cup my breasts and give them a little wiggle, which makes him groan again as he squeezes the bulge.

When I take a step forward, he takes a step back. back and forth, and forward again until I have him pressed against the door frame. he wets his lips when I pull his hands up and make him cup my breasts. I slide my hand between us and over his bulge, giving it a little squeeze each time I force him to squeeze my breast. When he lightly pinches one of my nipples, I close my eyes and moan. — oh God, that feels so good, Daddy. I want you. I...

— No! this has to stop. I’m your fucking Stepdad! - he yells and pushes me away.

I don’t think he meant to push me so hard, but he’s much stronger than I am, and I lose my balance, tripping over one of the many piles of Mommy’s things on the floor. I can’t right myself this time, and I hit the center of my back on the corner of their bed as I fall. I scream and roll over onto my stomach as an ugly sob rips from my chest.

I’ve messed up. I keep messing up, and I’ve never felt so unwanted and unloved as I do now, and it’s all my fault.

But then he’s there, scooping me up in his powerful arms before gently laying me down on his bed, after pushing aside the toiletries that weren’t in Mommy’s suitcase.

— I’m so sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to push you, I swear. you’ll never know how sorry I am. - his voice is that of a broken man, desperate and scared, and I know he means it about not wanting to hurt me… not that it’ll take away the pain in my back. — show me where it hurts, Princess.

I can’t look him in the eye as I roll onto my stomach away from him and bury my face in Mom’s pillow as I continue to sob. I know it’s hers from the smell of her dry shampoo, and I throw the pillow off the bed. It’s not like she’s going to need it anymore. I twist one arm behind my back and point to where it hurts the most as my tears soak into the comforter. I shiver as I feel the feather-light touch of his lips and the scrape of his beard across my back, where I’ll soon be sporting a huge, ugly bruise. there’s a considerable drop of his weight as he climbs onto the bed, and I can feel him looming over me.

— I -kiss- then -kiss-"sorry"-kiss-"darling.

My tears dry one by one as he continues to kiss my back, first in a small circle around the wound, then back and forth, then lower... lower... lower... until he kisses the sliver of skin just above the waistband of my shorts. my skin tingles with goosebumps when he doesn't move for several torturously long minutes, his breath fanning against the small of my back.

I don’t know what to do. so far, every time I’ve opened my mouth, begged for more, or moaned, it’s led to disaster. I’m afraid that if I open my mouth now, I’ll ruin it all over again.

So I close my lips and wait to see what he’ll do next. my stomach flutters as he asks me in a low, husky whisper. — does it hurt anywhere else? - I risk a peek over my shoulder, and what I see there makes my pussy weep with need. the desire I saw earlier in his beautiful, dark hazel eyes is nothing compared to the hell I see now.

he’s kneeling over me, my legs pinned beneath his hips as he lightly traces his fingers over my hipbone. I bite my bottom lip and nod once, still afraid to open my mouth.

He presses a finger into the hollow of my waist. — does it hurt…here? - I shake my head.

He slides his hand down my body and under my stomach where I’m pressed against the mattress, and I shiver uncontrollably as my adrenaline surges as he applies pressure to my lower belly.

— Here? - his voice is deep and intoxicating.

I shake my head.

He takes a deep, shaky breath, then slides his fingertips under the waistband of my shorts as I lift my hips just a little to give him more room.

— Does it hurt…here?

I nod and shake my head, waiting for him to slide his hand lower.

When the tip of his middle finger slides beneath my panties and between the seam of my pussy lips, he asks, — here? Is this where it hurts?

I whimper and nod, lifting and tilting my hips a little higher.

He curses under his breath, and then my blood rushes. he deftly unbuttons the top of my shorts with one hand, and with my hips lifted, he easily pulls them and my panties over my ass and thighs. he moves back until he can pull them completely off my legs and toss them over the side of the bed.

I don’t know what I expected him to do, but it wasn’t for him to get out of bed and tell me to get out too while he tugged on his beard. I didn’t even open my mouth this time, but I still somehow managed to ruin whatever this was. I can’t face another agonizing rejection from him, so instead of begging or trying to tempt him to go further with me, I drop my eyes to my feet and turn away from him.

Uncle John reaches out before I can get too far and maneuvers me by the hips so I’m facing the bed with him on my back. He slides his hands up and around my torso to cup my breasts, then presses a soft kiss to my neck as I arch my back at the good feeling of his warm, rough hands squeezing and caressing my flesh like a lover.

I bet I could come right now if that’s all he was willing to give me.

— Bend over the bed, Princess, and I’ll kiss you to make it better.

I have the urge to say. — yes, Daddy. - as I press my chest against the mattress, but I swallow hard because I don’t want things to suddenly stop again.

He steps back, right behind me, and I feel the rough material of his jeans brush against the back of my legs. then there’s the brush of his beard and lips as he kisses the back of my neck, between my shoulder blades, down my spine, and then his hands and lips are on my ass. my Stepdad is literally kissing my ass… and I’ve never been so turned on. I moan as he cups my buttocks, spreads them apart, and tells me.

— Arch your back. More. - I grip the comforter and stand on my tiptoes, arching my back as far as I can, and tilt my hips up. — perfect. so perfect. stay like that. - he's crouched behind me now as he kisses first one buttock, then the other, and then we both moan at the first touch of his tongue on my most intimate place.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, the soft probing of his wet tongue sliding between my pussy lips and dipping into my entrance. my thighs clench with raw desire as he reaches between my legs and finds my clit, working it back and forth with the tip of his finger until I’m seeing stars.

He speeds up his movements, making animalistic noises as he sinks his tongue as far into my pussy as it will go, increasing the pressure on my clit. I can’t help but widen my stance and rock my hips so he can go even deeper. My calves are screaming from holding my tiptoe position for so long, but they’re easy to ignore as I close my eyes, all my senses focused on how much better he’s kissing me.

Then I feel a telltale tightening in my lower belly as he adds another finger to the one currently attacking my clit, bringing me closer to climax as he thrusts his tongue in and out of my channel.

— Oh God, Daddy! yes! - I scream without thinking as the tightness in my belly snaps and releases, euphoria sweeping through every atom of my being. wave after wave of divine pleasure assaults my senses, and he licks and kisses my pussy through it all.

It takes longer than I thought for my orgasm to fade, and when it finally does, he removes his tongue, and I fall back against the bed. It’s only after I catch my breath that I realize what I said when I was coming.

And just like that, I suddenly feel cold all over.

Oh no, no, no!

I’m afraid of what I’ll see when I turn around and have to look him in the eye.

I don’t get the chance to find out.

Suddenly, Uncle John’s Wranglers brush against the back of my thighs again as he forces something frighteningly larger than his tongue between the slick lips of my pussy, stealing my breath as he thrusts deeper with a groan that sounds as painful as it does pleasurable.

Mine is nothing but pain as Uncle John grabs my hips and, with one last hard thrust, fills my pussy with his cock—the one that barely fit in my mouth but is now completely inside me after breaking my virginity.

I scream and claw at the comforter at the same time he yells. — are you a virgin?

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Chapter 3.

Gwendolyn Stacy.

Edward has gone mad. there’s no other explanation for why he’s suddenly acting like an unhinged caveman. I’ve known him most of my life, and I’ve never been afraid of him. but when he spins around that table, his large body surprisingly agile and predatory, I squeal and point my broken stem at him.

— You’re going to hurt yourself. - he says harshly, and within a few steps he’s on me, grabbing my hand. desperately, I slap him to make him stop. But he doesn’t.

The jagged edge of the glass rips into his palm, leaving a trail of angry blood. I gasp at the sight of him, and he lunges, ripping the stem out. my jaw drops.

— How dare you lay a hand on me, Edward! I’ll hurt myself if I want to! - I say, indignantly.

He shakes his head, a muscle in his jaw twitching. — no, you won’t, Gwendolyn.

And I turn in fury to his prize-winning, perfectly manicured rose bushes. every year I do a photo shoot in front of them, and he never complains if one of them gets a little rumpled, or when Dylan grabs a handful of a bud this year.

But I know he loves them. and I’m pissed. I rip at the bushes, ripping off the flowers, deliberately pricking my fingers and hands with the thorns, twisting my arm so that the thorns run in a jagged line all the way to my elbow. Blood spurts onto my skin immediately, and for a second I watch in fascination as it trickles down my arm. then I hear a low growl.

— That was fucking stupid, Gwendolyn.

Edward grabs me with one big hand and drags me to the lunch table. I try to pull away, but it's like trying to escape a bear trap. He's too strong.

— Let me go! - I scream, but Edward sits down in the chair and flips me over his knee.

I hear the loud rip of the fabric and look up to see him ripping the other sleeve into a strip, then wrapping the fabric deftly around the wound I've made on his arm.

— This has gone on for too long. - Edward says. — your behavior is out of control, little girl. I should have claimed you a long time ago.

— What the fuck are you talking about? - I scream again, trying to squirm in his arms, but he puts an elbow in my back, forcing my face down onto his legs. with his other hand, he pulls my dress up, his hands lingering on my thighs.

When he literally has me pinned over his knee. but he moans, low and needy in his chest.

— You have such a beautiful body, Gwendolyn.

I feel an unwanted wave of pleasure, so unwanted that I drum my feet vigorously on his legs. — let me go!

Edward tightens his grip on my back. — I don't think I will, Gwendolyn. I think I'll spank your disrespectful ass and when I'm done you'll say "thank you, Daddy."

— Never! — I scream, trying to rip his pants off and squirm in his arms.

But he just pulls my panties down, so slowly that I start to feel a squirming sensation in my core.

When my ass is completely exposed, he brings his large hand down on it with a hard smack, the crack echoing like a gunshot.

I'm an only child and I've never in my life been spanked by any of my kind and gentle parents. But that hurt like hell.

— You fucking scrotum! - I scream.

— You mean daddy. - he corrects me, and smacks my ass again. It hurts just as much as the first time, and I shake my ass in agony.

He presses me against his thighs and I can feel my nipples tingling, which means I'm going to start leaking a lot of milk.

Each slap of his hand on my ass means the stinging and burning in my nipples increases and I can feel the drops of milk building up in my nipples, slowly leaking out now with how engorged my breasts are.

— Ouch, okay, fuck! - I whine to Edward. — I know you’re the size of a fucking refrigerator, but you don’t have to spank me so hard!

— I’m going to spank you until you’re not a brat anymore. - he growls at me, and how is it fair that his voice sounds like that when he’s literally pulled my panties down to my ankles?

My breasts are leaking steadily now, dripping milk all over his expensive overcoat pants, soaking them with milk.

He doesn’t stop either, his big hand coming down on my ass over and over again and I mewl and howl in pain, the drops of milk running down my breasts, down my belly.

— Okay, okay, thanks, Daddy. I’ll be good, Daddy. - I say grumpily to make him stop, and he turns me back to my feet.

— I can still feel that your breasts are hard. - he says. — now sit on my lap and let me fix that.

But I’m upright and free of him, so I start to walk away furiously, limping only a little because of my sore ass. — ore like I’m leaving here and you’ll never see me again. - I snap.

God, I thought it was just a bit of sass when I left, but when I heard him get out of his chair, I start to run.

I know his garden very well, and I run as fast as I can through the rows of flowers and perfectly trimmed hedges. they all look so perfect, but Edward is being a real jerk, so I make sure to run past them all, knocking their petals to the ground. he doesn’t say anything, but I can hear him right behind me.

If I can get to the gardening shed, maybe I can get something to make him come to his senses.

I run towards the marble fountain, with my statue of Queen Elizabeth looking majestic next to it, but he’s too fast.

Fuck. maybe I can't make him see the light of day.

In desperation, I grab the first gardening implement I see. a rake. that should stop him.

Right?

I turn and swing the rake at Edward, hitting him in the shoulder, ripping his silk shirt. I'm breathing hard and I gasp at the sight.

He gives me a smoldering look with those dark, ice-blue eyes.

— Apparently, I'm going to have to do more than just make your ass redder. - he says, and then he reaches out and pulls the rake away.

I'm too slow to let go, and I fall heavily against him, soaking the front of his shirt. he puts one hand on the front of my sundress and the other on my sore ass, and he picks me up and throws me backwards onto the floor, practically knocking the air out of my lungs.

Then he rips my dress open, not even bothering to undo the buttons this time, settling himself on either side of my thighs, pressing them together firmly.

He undoes the clasps of my nursing bra with a quick flick of his wrist, and my heavy breasts fall out. for a second he just stares at me, his eyes flicking between each one.

— I’ll start with the right one. - he says, and how the fuck did this huge fucker know that this one is always the biggest, heaviest, and most milky?

Then his big hand curves around my back and he lowers his head and starts licking the milk from my nipple. I can feel the moan building in my chest.

— Mmm, my God, Gwendolyn. - he says. — I’m going to milk you now, but in 91 months you’ll be full and swollen again.

— What the fuck, Eddie. - I sigh, trying to sit up.

I grab his collar and twist with both hands, pulling at his tie and trying desperately to choke him, but he takes both my hands in his large ones and stretches my arms high above my head, pinning them to the floor and exposing my breasts to him.

He curls his tongue around my right nipple, then takes it into his mouth. for one devastating moment, I feel that stinging, tingling pressure, and then there is a soft gush of blissful relief as my milk shoots into Edward's mouth. I don't want to give this asshole any satisfaction, but I can't help but moan in relief even as I struggle against his large hand pinning me to the floor.

Edward sucks slowly and carefully, taking my milk slowly, relieving the agonizing pressure there. the milk flows down into my left breast too, and I look up to see it flowing in rivulets, pooling in the corner of Edward's mouth. he looks up, then moves to my left breast. It's a mess of squirt, and he quickly puts his mouth on it, swallowing hard as he tries to keep up with my supply.

The feel of Edward’s tongue is making heat shoot through my core, and the fact that he’s pressing his thighs against my pussy means the pressure is building there, making it throb with heat.

It makes me furious and I buck against him as hard as I can, milk running down my breasts, down my throat and down my stomach.

— I don’t want to! - I scream, though the relief in my firm, hard breasts is extraordinary.

— You will do whatever your father tells you. - Edward says sternly, moving his legs to shove a knee between my thighs.

— You're crazy, you son of a bitch! - I scream, but he just grabs a small cloth pad and shoves it into my mouth.

— Gwendolyn, you drive me crazy. - he growls. — prove what you did to me. prove it now.

I mean—I won’t—because I won’t do what Edward wants, just because he’s almost seven feet tall and built like the back of a truck.

But I can't talk with the breast pad in my mouth. I can taste something in it that isn't my milk. It tastes salty and sweet, savory on my tongue and suddenly I know.

It's Edward.

I let out a small sigh and moan, deep in my throat, and Edward rips the rest of my dress off.

— You’re going to get a lot more of this, you little bratty bitch.

I try to twist my body back and forth, but there’s nowhere to go. he rips my panties hard down my legs, and they’re embarrassingly wet, my thighs slippery.

There’s a wicked light in his blue eyes, and oh my God, he’s so much hotter than a man who’s just welt-ed my ass should be.

He holds the breast pad in my mouth with one hand, holding it there, forcing me to suck on the cloth, and runs his other hand up my thigh. I lift my head as high as I can so I can see a drop of my milk roll down my soft belly and disappear between my thighs.

Eduardo, he groans. — this is mine, Gwendolyn. your milk is all mine until I get you pregnant and fill you with another baby.

Then he lowers his head between my thighs and licks up the drop.

I can't help but arch my back off the floor as Edward devours my pussy masterfully. He slides a finger inside me, making an embarrassingly loud slurp, and when he slides another in, I swear he's bigger with just his fingers than some cocks I've ever had.

My milk is still flowing, pooling in my belly now, and I've always felt self-conscious about my flabby belly, with the shiny silver stretch marks that still remain, but Edward takes his hand from my pussy and runs it over my belly, squeezing my curves painfully.

— This whole body is mine. - he says warningly, moving his wet fingers possessively across my belly.

With his other hand, he feels the breast pad stuffed in my mouth.

— It's not enough. - he says sternly. — I want you to suck me dry, baby girl. Every drop is gone. - he pats my ass with his wet fingers. — now do as Daddy says.

I groan at the pain in my sore ass, and I obey, sucking the tampon from my breast, tasting the salty and sweet, Edward and me, mingling. As I do so, he lowers his head to my pussy again, his lips circling my clit, taking me into his mouth as if he wants to dominate every part of me. I want to challenge his power over me, but I’m too busy sucking his cum from my breast, my milk flowing in sweet relief across my breasts, soaking the silk on Edward’s shoulders as he forces my thighs apart. Ever since I gave birth, I’ve been the kind of girl who says—the vibrator has to stay in this exact spot for exactly fifteen minutes—but the flickering flames of my need wash over me as I feel that telltale pressure deep in my belly, my stomach clenching as my orgasm approaches. the tampon is dry when Edward drops it from my mouth.

— Good girl. - he grunts in approval against my pussy, and then I come all over him, my legs stretching, my toes clenching as I cum all over him, drenching his face and crying out loudly as his tongue penetrates me. my thighs turn to jelly as Edward settles between them. — good girl. - he says again, reaching down to unzip his pants, revealing a large, heavy cock.

— Condom? - I ask breathlessly. He arches an eyebrow at me, amusement lighting the rough lines of his face, that perfect, stubborn jaw.

— No, Gwendolyn. - he says sternly, and I can feel the large head of his cock at my entrance. — I want you pregnant again. 23 months is the perfect age between children.

— Eddie, no. - I protest weakly, but he grips my chin with a firm hand.

— Your body is mine to take, Gwendolyn. I want you to say ‘yes sir’ when I give you a dick.

I gasp in outrage, and he bucks his hips forward and thrusts his cock inside me.

I cry out at the intrusion, my pussy already raw from orgasm, and he holds me tight as he thrusts into me hard, his cock stretching me open, my back arching to try and get some relief, to open myself up so I can take his full length.

— Say it.

I shake my head back and forth, but then I feel his mouth on mine as he leans against the side of the gardening shed.

His lips take over me, and I feel myself heating up again, my core turning to liquid, my insides to molten fire.

— Say it. - he orders again as his other hand grips my hip, his lips moving to my breast again, his tongue tracing every line of my flowing milk to where he can greedily lick every drop.

— Yes, sir. - I say obediently, panting as his tongue caresses me while his cock dominates me.

— That's it. - he says. — now come get your daddy so I can put a baby in you.

•••

Chapter 4.

Eddie Brock.

His balls tighten as Edward cums inside Gwendolyn, filling her sweet, perfect pussy with his cum.

Fuck. Edward can feel it in his spine.

Edward has never cum so hard in his life.

Edward has never cum with a woman without a condom either.

But Gwendolyn is different. she is the only one Edward wants. forever.

Edward rolls her onto her back, pulling her close to his face, ignoring her protests.

— You need to learn to do what I say without talking back. - Edward says sternly, but he can't resist.

She hesitates, and then her small, breathless. — yes, sir. - goes straight to his cock. but there's still a little brat in her because she says it snobbishly. — are you sure you're ready for another round, old man?

Edward smiles against her wet thighs.

— Always, Gwen. If you insult me again, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

— What's it like down there? - she asks, and her fingers with those pink nails go down to cover her pussy, and for a moment Edward can't understand the question, but there's something in her voice that makes him stop.

— I mean... after the baby. - she says, her cheeks a little flushed.

— It's the most delicious pussy I've ever seen. - Edward says brusquely.

— Now get your hands off my pussy so I can get you wet enough to breed you again.

— Maybe I don't want another baby. - Gwendolyn says, but she moves her fingers, and her swollen pussy is in front of his mouth.

— I don’t care what you want. - he says. — this belly is mine to fill with another baby. now be a good girl and rub it in my face. - he obeys, moving her knees so that her reddened thighs are on either side of his face, her pussy ready and open for Edward.

— Keep my cum inside you. - Edward admonishes. — I want you pregnant this month, Gwen. and if any of it spills, you’ll swallow it.

— How can I stop this? - she cries, but I pull her hips down hard, lowering her pussy over his face, and her voice trails off in an inarticulate moan.

Fucking Gwendolyn is the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever felt, the way her milk drips straight down the curves of her belly and onto his face. Edward forces her hips to move back and forth, staring at her because I can’t resist the long, elegant curve of her neck, the way her hands grip his arms tightly.

But when Edward tasted a salty taste in his mouth, he pulled her to him. she was panting, her eyes heavy, and she opened her mouth.

Fuck, Edward wants that tongue wrapped around his cock. but now Edward spat in her mouth, watching with pleasure as her eyes widened in surprise.

— Swallow it, girl. - Edward warned. — I told you what would happen if you let my cum out.

For a moment, her eyes flash and Edward thinks she's going to spit her cum and milk back in his face, but Edward slaps her ass hard again, his fingers splayed over her flesh.

— Do it now.

And she does, swallowing hard.

— Good girl. - Edward answers. — Is that what you say?

— Thank you, sir. - she says sullenly, but Edward can feel her thighs start to tremble and Edward starts to devour her pussy with full force, running his tongue around her slick flesh, circling her clit as she moans.

— Please. - she says.

— Please what? - Edward says, even though my pre-cum is soaking his pants and the drops of milk at the corners of his mouth are driving him wild with need.

— Make me come, Daddy. - she says eagerly, and Edward knows he's caught her.

So Edward does just that, teasing her little asshole with a big finger, and when Edward pushes it inside, she cums loudly, shaking and sobbing as he cums in her mouth.

Just as Edward was about to flip her over so he could fuck her again, Edward heard a terrible ripping and crashing sound, and Gwendolyn's sculpture of Queen Elizabeth suddenly toppled over and crashed into the marble fountain, the whole thing shattering.

Edward licked the sweet taste of her pussy from his mouth and Edward looked down at her.

— Okay. - she said. — I'll move. - she said, feeling her body start to shake.

Edward laughed and threw her off of him and onto her stomach this time. Edward jumped on top of her easily, his tonal shirt flapping in the summer breeze.

— You don't have a choice, brat. I'm going to take care of you and Dylan whether you want me to or not. now tilt your pussy up like a good girl so I can fill you up. - he said, his tone harsh.

Edward slammed his hand down her knees and Edward could see her come and down her thighs, making them wet and slick, and it was easy to slide into the glorious heat of her. Edward put one hand on her back, pinning her exactly where Edward wanted her, and Edward slid his cock into her silky wetness.

She moans and Edward leans over her, his mouth on the curve of her throat, the tips of her shoulders, and moves his hand down her back to her breasts. Edward has drunk so deeply from Gwendolyn that there are only a few drops of milk left on her taut nipples. Until Edward breeds her again, it is all his. Edward rubs his finger over her nipples, Edward reveling in the soft moans she makes, then Edward puts his finger back in my mouth. Edward wants every drop of Gwendolyn. She tastes so sweet and light and Edward groans in pleasure.

— Mine, Gwen. - Edward says. — mine to take whenever I want. - he says, his tone possessive.

•••

After Edward fucked Gwendolyn, he helped her off his lap.

Edward had finished packing Gwendolyn's bags and her son's bags.

Edward had noticed that Gwendolyn was falling asleep, and almost falling asleep.

— Come on, Doll. - he said, moving closer to her.

— Yes, Eddie. - she said, yawning.

Edward opened the passenger door for Gwendolyn, and she greeted him carefully.

Edward took Dylan from Gwendolyn's arms, and he opened the backseat door. Gwendolyn and Edward placed the baby in the stroller and strapped him in.

Edward closed the backseat door, and he walked back and got into the car.

Edward had started his car.

Gwendolyn looked away, and Edward noticed that she was quiet.

— Did something happen, Doll? - he asked with a worried tone.

— I'm fine, yes, I'm just tired. - she says, turning to look at him.

— Let's eat something before we go home. + he says, caressing her thigh.

— Yes, I'm really hungry. my body is sore all over. - she says, touching his rough beard.

— I'm sorry I left you so hurt, Doll. - he says.

— Okay, I just need to sleep. - she says, looking at the little chair where her son is sleeping.

— Doll, let's go home for a bit. - he says, keeping his hand in hers.

— Okay. - she says, turning to look at Edward.

•••

When they arrived home, they quickly got out of the car. Gwendolyn took her son out of his car seat, and he was still sleeping. Edward called some servants to take her and her son's bags. Gwendolyn was very shocked by the size of his house.

— Wow, this house is very beautiful. - she said, carrying her son.

— I hope you liked it, Doll. - he said, coming behind me.

— Yes, I liked it a lot. - she said, smiling at him.

— Let's go. - he said, keeping his hands on her waist.

Gwendolyn nodded and they went inside the house. When they entered, the housekeeper soon came down the stairs.

— Good evening, Mr. Brock. - Meredith said, smiling.

— Good evening, Meredith. I want to introduce you to my girlfriend. - he said, putting his hand on Gwendolyn's waist.

Meredith Shepherd is 56 years old. Before, she was Edward's nanny when he was 3 years old. and now she's a housekeeper.

Meredith is blonde and short, and has 6 daughters and 6 sons.

— Nice to meet you, dear. Is that the cutie in your arms? - she asked, looking at Gwendolyn.

— I'll tell you the same, Meredith. this is Dylan, my 1-year-old son. - Gwendolyn says, hugging Meredith, holding her son.

— He's so cute, let me hold him. I see how sleepy you are. - Meredith says, extending her arms.

Gwendolyn handed her son Dylan to Meredith.

— Meredith, have any of my partners called? - Edward asked.

— No, Mr. Brock, I'm going to take him to bed. Good night to you both. - Meredith says, saying goodbye.

Meredith went upstairs and took Dylan to his room.

— Where is she taking my son? - she asked, looking at him.

— No, don't worry, she's taking him to his new room. - he says, putting his hands on her shoulders.

— Okay, I want to sleep now. - she says, hugging him.

Edward picked her up from the floor and put her on his shoulder, and went towards the stairs and started walking while Gwendolyn kept her legs holding his hips.

Edward went up the stairs, and went straight to his room.

Edward entered his room, and went to his bed. and placed Gwendolyn sitting on the bed.

Gwendolyn started to take off her sneakers, while she saw him lock the door.

— This room is so perfect. - she said, amazed by the room.

— I have a surprise for you. - he said, going to the closet.

Gwendolyn waited for Edward to bring something.

Gwendolyn took off her cardigan and finally her dress and she was wearing light pink lingerie with bows.

Edward came back with two bouquets of flowers and other boxes.

— Holy shit, these gifts are perfect. I loved them so much, but I can't accept them. Eddie. - Gwendolyn says, looking at Edward.

— Of course, you can accept them, Gwendolyn. - he says, taking the bouquet and handing it to Gwendolyn.

— I don't want you to waste your money on me. - Gwendolyn says, holding the bouquet.

— I don't mind spending my money on you, Doll. I just want you to accept it, I won't let you refuse this gift. - Edward says, brusquely.

— Okay, I'll accept these gifts. - Gwendolyn says, touching the red flowers.

— That's great, Doll. - Edward says, smiling at Gwendolyn.

— But how did you know I liked red? - Gwendolyn asked.

— I know everything about you, Doll. - Edward says, pulling Gwendolyn closer to him.

— That's a little worrying, don't you think? - Gwendolyn asked a little scared.

— I'm just taking care of something so precious that belongs to me. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you and Dylan. - Edward replied, caressing Gwendolyn's face.

— Nothing will happen to me or Dylan, I'll always be safe. - Gwendolyn says, laying her head on Edward's chest.

— I know, yes. Doll. but I'm still going to hire security for you. when you're leaving work and everywhere else. - Edward says, running his calloused and thick fingers through Gwendolyn's pink hair.

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Chapter 1.

Gwendolyn is a single mother who doesn't want help.

Edward is her father's best friend and he is determined to help her

By any means necessary.

Gwendolyn "Gwen" Maxine Stacy.

23 Years.

I step out of the sparkling pool, shaking the water off my long, shiny hair. I have brown hair, the golden streaks even more noticeable now that it’s summer in Los Angeles.

My thick waves are going to get unmanageable, but I don’t care. It’s so deliciously decadent to have someone watch over wren while I relax! even if it’s just my parents and my dad’s best friend. my mom and dad are sitting around an outdoor table that probably cost more than six months of my salary. but it’s always best for Edward Brock.

He and my dad started a company developing rare and unique new breeds of flowers over twenty years ago, and they’ve been business partners ever since. they’ve been very successful, and my parents are comfortable, but Edward has money—money. old money. like he can afford to poach his employees on his own private island.

Like the kind of money that means he’s used to getting his own way, which is why he always insists on having an army of personal chefs cook those lunches, like he’s feeding an entire company instead of three other people and a baby.

And you wouldn’t think a son of a bitch like Edward Brock would be so good with babies, but there he is, rocking my one-year-old son in his arms while Dylan babbles and squeals with excitement and tugs at his gray tie that probably costs more than my car payment.

I wrap myself in a towel and walk into Edward’s massive mansion to change back into my sundress. It has wide balconies and marble fountains and basically looks like Mr. Jones’s mansion, except for the palm trees and a bunch of sculptures he bought from me because he loves classical art.

I look back at the lunch table to see Edward stretch a huge arm behind him and hold up two fingers to some of his employees. When Edward holds up a finger, people do what he wants, and everyone starts heading toward him, their arms loaded with giant stuffed unicorns and high-tech bubble machines for Dylan.

My God, he always spoils her so much!

I set my diaper bag on the long marble counter in the bathroom and began to pull out everything to find my sundress, piling my diaper rash cream, chocolate chip cookies, and pads on the counter so I could find my dress.

As I strip off my wet bikini and pull on my pale white dress, I feel my nipples start to sting. I’m trying to wean Dylan off, and my heavy breasts are hard and tight, full of milk.

I forgot to pack an extra pair of breast pads, so I carefully do up each button on my dress, hoping I won’t start leaking in front of everyone.

Edward Brock.

I try to push the thought away impatiently. for God’s sake. Edward is 42. He’s almost 30 years older than me. he’s known me my whole life, and I’m sure he’s never thought of me as anything more than an immature child.

And then there’s a poor single mother he wants to try to do all these charitable acts for. but still. I can’t deny that the sight of him with baby Dylan makes something clench and clench inside me.

What a fucking idiot.

I’m the worst girl with men. I couldn’t even get Dylan’s dad to stay around. Peter lasted about 12 weeks after Dylan was born, then announced that he had firm limits on sleep and that this wasn't going to work. Instead, he would be cycling around the world for his Instagram followers.

— You can’t even ride a damn bike around the world! - I tell him, but it’s no use. he’s gone and I probably won’t see him again.

I sigh and go back outside, watching the bubbles float in the warm summer breeze.

Edward is standing now, his arms crossed as he watches Dylan run and chase bubbles in front of him. It’s really obvious how big Edward is. He’s 9’9” tall, with broad shoulders, thick brown hair that’s always perfectly trimmed, a collared shirt, a tie, and thick thighs. but his hands are gentle as he directs Dylan away from the rows of thorny rose bushes. his entire backyard is basically a botanical garden with how many varieties of flowers he has.

My stomach does another somersault when I see him move one large hand and undo his cufflinks and start rolling his shirt up his large forearms. I feel irritated with myself for the sudden throbbing in my pussy and this stupid crush I haven’t been able to shake for months.

— Time to go. - I say, my voice coming out meaner than I planned because the heat building in my core is getting uncomfortable as he rolls the shirt neatly around his elbow. — It’s time for Dylan’s nap. - I say, stroking Dylan’s hair.

But I can’t help but squeal a little when the waiters bring me another mojito. they’re always pure perfection at Brock’s, the lime and mint both grown fresh on their sprawling property.

— Oh, stay here. - my mom laughs, picking Dylan up. — have another drink. we’ll take Dylan to our house and you can come pick her up later. - she says, handing Dylan a toy.

— But I came in your car. - I protest reluctantly.

— I’ll drop her off. - Edward adds, looking critically at the row of roses, rubbing a large finger gingerly over the emerald petals.

I feel pissed that he hardly ever notices me, but it doesn’t take much to convince me to stay for another mojito. I’m an only child, and my parents have been amazing at taking Dylan when I need a break. still, it’s hard being a single mom some days.

— Want to see where I put your latest sculpture? - Edward asks me after they’ve left.

In need.

•••

Chapter 2.

Edward "Eddie" Charles Allan Brock.

42 Years.

— How’s business? - Edward asked Gwendolyn as he stood in the dining room in front of one of the last pieces they’d managed to put behind a glass screen. It’s a mother deer, a doe, with her fawn.

Edward thought.

Some parts of the sculpture are a bit of a mystery to him, and I have to tread carefully to make sure they’re labeled correctly.

Gwendolyn’s face is lit up as she stares at the sculpture. she absently runs her hand over her belly, and Edward doesn’t try to meet her gaze. her dress clings to the curves of her belly, the soft skin above the waistband of her panties.

— It’s been a bit slow. - she sighs, taking another sip of her drink. — I guess this is a slow season for sculptures. - her tongue flicks out to lick a lump of sugar stuck to the rim of the glass.

Edward doesn’t say anything for a moment. Edward is desperate to get Edward to work for me instead of relying solely on her sculpture to make money.

Edward has offered her jobs at his company off and on for years. she always turns them down. and Edward can't resist offering them again. It's agony to have so much money when she refuses to let him help her. Instead of letting him help her, she insists on living in a shitty, run-down apartment nearby.

— Come work for me. - he says to her. — I'd love for you to work as my art consultant. - he says, placing his bottle of Heineken on the table.

She shudders with laughter. — oh, Eddie! Fuck you. I’m not qualified for this. don’t try to be nice. It’s not your thing. - she says.

Her tongue darts out again, this time to curl around the rim. Edward can feel his cock twitching in his pants watching her tongue move.

But Edward knows it’s not nice. Edward isn’t offering it because it’s nice.

Edward wants Gwendolyn. Edward wants his hand up her dress, her pussy open for him, her belly full of another baby. Edward wants to fuck her and breed with her. Edward wants his best friend’s daughter and Edward shouldn’t.

Edward has known Gwendolyn forever. She’s always been such a clever child, able to isolate the unique scents of different varieties of violets in a way that made him laugh at her intelligence. Edward only thought of her as a child back then.

Edward had lived overseas managing our international offices for several years when she was a teenager, and when Edward returned, Gwendolyn had just turned 18. and everything changed when I saw her again. long hair streaked with pink, full lips, bold eyes, shiny bikini top.

Suddenly, Edward no longer felt like a bonus uncle. Edward fell hard and fell fast.

And seven years later Edward can't stop wanting Gwendolyn.

— I need an art consultant. - he says.

Edward can see a blush on her face, but she rolls her eyes and tosses her long hair.

— Don't feel sorry for me. - she says carelessly. — give it up, motherfucker. - she says, impatiently.

Edward didn't lie to himself. Edward knows he's a fucking asshole. As CEO of over hundreds of employees, Edward knows most of them are too scared of him to give him shit. there's only one person in the world Edward would let roll her eyes and shake her head at him. It's the 5'9" girl in front of him with long, thick waves, those sleepy bedroom green eyes, a sunburn on her nose, and that body. big breasts, a sundress stretched over her belly, and that ass. Edward wants to sink his teeth into her ass as Edward pumped his cum inside her, filling her with his baby.

But Edward gritted his teeth against the wall, trying to control himself. And his desire to dominate her, to tame the stubborn brat, to force her to accept his money and his protection, had been taking an irresistible hold on him, growing stronger with each ridiculous boyfriend, and now it was almost uncontrollable, knowing that she and Dylan were in that apartment.

There were leaky faucets. sagging ceilings. a million legal violations, so cheap that he was skirting several local housing regulations. her car had been broken into, for god’s sake. multiple times. someone had tried to set the apartment complex on fire last week.

And she still won't listen to reason.

Edward curls his hands around the dining room chair. she has Dylan now. she can't stay in that shitty part of town. she needs to listen to him.

Edward can feel the anger building in me, my body pulsing with the need to dominate Gwendolyn.

— I know some of the city inspectors. - Edward says, trying to keep his voice calm. — that apartment complex is likely to be shut down for safety violations. you need to leave.

— New apartments are expensive, Edward. - she reminds him, shifting in her chair so Edward can see her breasts straining against her sundress. She crosses her legs under the table and Edward can feel his mouth go dry.

— Gwendolyn, I can give you the money. -he says. — or you and Dylan are always welcome to stay here while you find a new place. - he says, crossing his arms.

A blush appears on her face, and the brat rolls her eyes at him.

— You don't have to play Santa Claus with me just because you're richer than God. - she replies.

— It’s not safe there. - Edward repeated, trying to keep the harsh tone out of his voice.

— I’m not one of your employees. - she reminded him again. — you can’t order me around, so keep quiet. - she said, defiantly.

She took another sip of her drink defiantly, her fingers gripping her wine glass so tightly that some of the red wine spilled over the side and onto the table in her direction.

— Edward! - she yelled.

Edward pushed away from the table without another word.

In the bathroom, Edward clenched his fists, trying to breathe and calm himself.

Edward had no right to tell Gwendolyn what to do.

She wasn’t his.

Or was she?

Edward goes to wash his hands in the sink and notices that Gwendolyn left something on the counter when she changed here. It's the cloth breast pads.

Edward hesitated for a second. Ewdard m

I shouldn't do anything. Edward needs to leave now. Go tell her she forgot them. Edward should be holding back.

Edward can't risk anything that will make him lose control.

But her milk smells so delicious, sweet, creamy, liquid gold.

The intoxicating scent fills his nostrils and lungs, sending a rush of heat and blood to his cock.

His cock is so hard I can feel drops of pre-cum on it. the taste of Gwendolyn alone is making his pants soak with shit like a college kid who can't control himself. and if Edward doesn't cum right away, he's going to cum in his pants.

Edward unzipped his fly, placing the first pad over his cock, stroking his cock with the soft cloth, rubbing any remaining drops of her cream into his skin as if Edward wanted to bathe in it. back and forth, I rub the breast pad over his cock, and usually Edward could stay all night if he wanted, but it only takes a few thrusts and I'm cumming, hard, all over her breast pad as she sucks the last drops of milk from the other one.

Holy shit. Edward has to grip the bathroom counter with the force of his release.

— How is it that just thinking about Gwendolyn, the smell of her, makes me come harder than ever? - he says to himself.

Edward is almost dizzy with the rush of pleasure, of tasting Gwendolyn on his tongue, in his throat, feeling her on his cock, and smelling her on his face.

— Edward, where the fuck are you? - Edward hears her yell at him from the kitchen, and he pulls the breast pads together, thick with her release, and walks out the door.

When Edward comes back into the kitchen, Gwendolyn isn’t looking at him, tapping her fingers impatiently on the table. — take me back now. - she says, standing up to stretch.

Edward can’t help but glance quickly down at where her breasts strain against her short blouse, and Edward is shocked to see two small circles of wetness around her nipples.

She looks down too.

— Oh, that. - she says embarrassedly, shivering a little. — I’m trying to wean, it’s just my milk leaking.

Edward hates to see her in pain, but it's obvious she is, because she touches one of her breasts gently. they're so swollen, so big, full of milk now. His cock is hardening inside his pants again.

— Wait here. - he says. — I'll get you a warm cloth.

— It's okay. - she says.

— No, it's not. - Edward insists. — wait while I get you a cloth. - her cheeks are a little flushed.

— I said let it go! she complains. but then Edward sees her shiver again. — stop being such a stubborn brat. - he tells her sharply, and Edward can feel a beast inside him unfurling its claws.

— Let me take care of you. - he says, his tone calm.

Gwendolyn looks shocked. — you’re not my father. - she teases, and Edward can see that she’s about to lose her kittenish temper.

Edward can feel his self-control finally shatter into a million pieces. — I’m the daddy who’s going to take care of you. - Edward says before he can stop himself. — you can milk your own breasts or I’ll milk them for you.

Gwendolyn’s jaw drops. — you’ve lost your mind! - she screams, but Edward walks over to her. Standing at his full height, he towers over her, but she doesn’t look afraid.

She should be. Because Edward thinks he’s just been pushed beyond his limits. — I’m serious, Gwendolyn. - he says, stepping closer to her.

— I’m not going to let you feel pain ever again. - her big eyes widen as Edward places his hands on the counter beside her, pinning her in place. she squeals.

— What are you going to do? - she asked nervously, looking at him.

— Extract that milk. - he said seriously.

— Stay away from me now, Edward. - she screamed, but Edward grabbed her hair, twisting the long waves in his fist, then pushed his hips hard against her until she was firmly supported against the side of the kitchen counter.

She's trapped.

— I'll kill you for this, you bastard! - she screams, but Edward just shakes her hair.

— I'll kill you for this, sir. - Edward corrects her, and with a snap of his fingers, he undoes one of the buttons and cups her left breast in his hand.

It's heavy in his hands, and his cock is thick and hard again. Edward thrusts his hips against Gwendolyn, grinding himself against her. Edward can see an angry flush on her cheeks.

Her eyes are transfixed by that tight little nipple, but I can tell her breathing is coming in short, quick gasps. Edward is going to release his milk and take her, whether she wants it or not, but Edward can feel her heartbeat fluttering, her heart beating vividly against her lovely throat.

But her body will respond to him or else...

Edward rubs his thumb carefully back and forth across her nipple, rewarded by her soft, strangled moan.

With her other hand she tries to slap him and dig her nails into his face.

But it's only making his cock hard.

— Don't touch me, Edward! - she spits, but Edward shakes his head at her.

— From now on, I’ll be the only one who gets to touch you. - Edward snapped.

His other fingers curl around her breast. Edward’s is hard and tight beneath his fingers, swollen with her milk. no wonder she’s in pain.

Edward rubs his thumb over her nipple again, but only a small drop of milk comes out. her entire breast is heavy and aching, needy, ready for his touch to coax her release.

— I’ll never let you touch me. - she says angrily.

— You won’t be able to stop me. - he tells her.

Fuck, Edward loves the way her milk drips down her breasts, rolls down every perfect curve. Edward is so paralyzed by his need to milk her that Edward doesn’t notice her clever hand reaching out to grab one of the wine glasses on the counter. With one swift movement, she grabs the shiny glass, shattering it on the table with a shard and cutting her arm with the jagged edge.

Then she breaks free from his embrace and runs towards the door, holding the broken stem towards her as if it were a weapon.

— Stay away from me! - she screams, her lips trembling.

But Edward has no intention of letting her go again. Edward raises his eyebrow, ignoring the blood dripping down his shirt. — Gwendolyn, you're acting like a spoiled brat. - Edward says coldly. — now drop that and come here. - he orders.

— Or what? - she says angrily. — what are you going to do to me? - she asks, almost panting.

— Put you over my knee. - Edward growls. — I should have controlled you a long time ago, Gwendolyn. - her jaw drops, and her clear green eyes glare at Edward.

— How dare you, Edward! - she rages. — I always thought you liked me!

— I do, little girl. - he says calmly. — but I'm still going to hold your hand. - Edward moves around the table, blood dripping from his cut, and Edward takes a step toward her.

[gabybeatrix2103]

I'm dating an older man, he's 42 and I'm 18. And when we first met I was 17 and he was 41.

He always takes care of me, even when he travels for work. he always checks the cameras in his house to see if I'm okay.

He always texts me when I don't reply and always gives me lots of gifts when he comes home.

I really enjoy being with him and I always feel very protected, safe, cared for, loved and respected.

I started calling him "Daddy" and I asked him if it was okay for him to call him that, but he told me that it was okay for me to be called "Daddy" and that I would always be punished for teasing him.

He is very possessive when another man comes to talk to me, and I always try to calm him down and always tell him that I belong only to him and my pussy belongs to him and that I would not abandon him.

— Baby, where are you? - I hear the front door opening.

I go downstairs and find him standing at the door.

— Daddy, you're back. - I run towards him.

— Yes, Baby. I missed you so much. Baby. - he says holding me in his lap.

— I thought you would take a long time to get here, and I was feeling very lonely without you. Daddy. - I say whispering in his ear.

He starts walking while carrying me, and he stops walking and sits on the couch.

— I'm here now, Baby. - he says, stroking my hair.

— Daddy, don't hold me too tight. I'm hurt. - I said, feeling my leg hurt.

— What happened, Baby? - he asked worriedly.

I was crying on his shoulder, and I lifted my face and saw my tears on his shirt.

— I was leaving my college, I had passed by a street. and I was dragged and a drunk came on top of me, and started tearing my clothes. and I tried to scream and struggle and ask for help and he threatened me to put a piece of glass inside my pussy, and when he finished sexually abusing me. he left bragging. - I finished saying.

— I'm going to look for that bastard, and he's going to regret hurting something as precious as you. - he says, wiping my tears. — I should have hired some security when you're leaving college. - he says, kissing my cheek.

— Daddy, can you put some ointment on my pussy? It hurts a lot and I can feel a lot of broken glass. - I say, laying my head on his chest.

— Let me check, Baby. - he says.

I lift my head and get off his lap. I pull down my panties and lift the hem of my dress.

I lay down on his lap, and he grabs my buttocks and puts his other hand to hold me.

He finishes taking the pieces out of my pussy, and he gets up from the couch, even though I'm on his lap.

— Daddy, where are you taking me? - I asked.

— Baby, I'm going to take you to the hospital, and I'm going to take good care of my little doll. - he says, lifting my panties.

•••

Then he had taken me to the hospital and then to the police station, we were at the mall.

— Daddy, that was the one I showed on my cell phone. - I say, showing them the new dresses.

— Of course, I remember them very well. Baby. - he says, smiling at me.

They put them on and we went to the dressing rooms, and he handed a card to the girl who was holding some pieces of clothing.

When we had entered the dressing room, he closed the door and I started taking off my clothes, while he sat on the bench and held the dresses.

I tried on several dresses while he complimented me and always took pictures of me.

We left the dressing room, and he went to pay for my purchases while I got other things I needed.

When we left the store, I was very hungry, and he took me to a restaurant that was inside the mall.

We had gone into this restaurant, and he had already reserved a table and the waiter had taken us to the reserved table.

The inside of the restaurant was very beautiful, and we sat down and the waiter gave us the menu.

— Daddy, are we going to stop somewhere after the mall? - I asked, touching his big hand.

— Yes, Baby. - he said, getting up from the chair.

He took me out of the seat and returned to his place, and put me on his lap.

When he had put me on his lap, I immediately felt my cock harden and I held back my moan.

He really likes to keep me close to him, and he hates any contact with me from another man.

— Daddy, I love you. - I say, laying my head on his shoulder.

— I love you too, so fucking much. Baby. - he says, moving the lock of my hair away from my face.

— Daddy, are we going to travel today? - I asked again, lying on his lap.

— Yes, we're going at dawn. I've already lost to Grace, finish packing your bags. - he says, digging his nails under my dress and over my buttocks.

— Daddy, where are we going? - I asked, holding back my soft moan.

— You'll find out when we land. - he says, hugging me.

I knew he wanted to fuck me inside the restaurant.

— Daddy, does it look like you want to fuck me? - I asked, touching his gray beard.

— Yes, Baby. that pussy of yours makes me so fucking crazy. - he says, against my neck.

He stood up even though I was on his lap, he put me on his shoulder.

— Daddy, where are you taking me? - I asked, feeling my panties getting soaked.

— I'm going to fuck you. Baby, no son of a bitch is going to get in the way of our fucking moment. - he said, slapping my ass hard.

I groaned in pain, when I felt a burning sensation on my buttocks.

— But lunch, am I hungry? - I asked nervously.

— Don't worry about it, it'll take a while. I'll be so fucking busy fucking this pussy. - he said, giving a harsh laugh.

•••

After he had fucked me in the restaurant bathroom.

We had come home, and I was so tired and sore. He took me to the bathtub.

He took off my dress, and put me in the chair. He went to the bathroom and turned on the light and immediately started to turn on the bathtub.

I couldn't move my legs and try to open them, he fucked me so good.

My friends were very shocked, when they found out that I was dating an older man.

They asked me what it was like to date an older man who is old enough to be your "father".

I told them where I met him, and it was on a website called "my sponsorship" and I was already 17 years old, and he was 41 years old.

And the person who told me about this website was my friend Ashely, who is 22 years old. she met her boyfriend, and she told me what it was like to use this website.

I saw every profile picture of older men, and soon his profile picture appeared.

I got excited when I saw his profile pictures. I had sent him a message, saying that I thought he was so fucking hot.

The next day I woke up and went to make breakfast, and took my laptop to the kitchen.

When I had entered the website, he had sent me a message saying that he had liked my photos and wanted to meet me in person.

I was a little scared, and he assured me that he would never hurt me. and I said that I needed to think about whether I wanted to meet him in person.

And we talked every day, I said that I would like to meet him in person. and he told me that I didn't need to worry. he told me that he would pay for my ticket to go to Seattle.

That same day I had already packed my bags. I still lived with my parents and my brothers.

I had lied to my mother that I was going to spend about 4 weeks at my friend's house.

Being a great liar, I didn't really want to tell my family. they wouldn't know where I was.

My mother and I went to buy some things for my trip. We had a great time. I cried a lot when it was time to say goodbye.

We cried a little and took some goodbye photos. And it was time for my plane to board.

They had already gone up to first class. I had already had some very good wine.

I had been woken up by the flight attendants who had just arrived in Seattle.

I had gotten off the private jet and he had told me I would be flying first class.

When I was at the airport, I had gone down the escalator. I freaked out when I saw him holding a bouquet of red flowers, chocolates and some jewelry.

I ran towards him, holding my four suitcases in both hands.

I cried a lot when I saw him up close, he hugged me and asked me why the hell I was crying. I had told him I was so happy to meet him in person.

He had kissed me, and we took four pictures. and he took me to a restaurant.

We had lunch and then he had taken me to buy my presents, and the presents I had chosen were so beautiful.

We had gone to his house, which was so big. he had told me it was his first house, and he had four houses, one in Seattle, one in Italy and one in Greece.

[gabybeatrix2103]

Chapter 6.

Eva Fox.

My phone buzzes with a message, and I reach over and grab it as I read a textbook at the small study table in my room.

The sun had set a few hours ago, and I had eaten dinner in my room, leaving Joe and my mother alone. however, a few moments ago, I had come out and found them in the living room, watching TV, sitting on opposite ends of the couch, not touching each other.

Joe had turned his head and met my gaze at the door. desire was burning in his eyes. before my mother could see, I kept walking, grabbing a snack from the kitchen and heading back to my room.

I flipped open my phone and checked the message. my heart skipped a beat when I saw it was from Joe.

Panting, I set my phone down on my lap as my mind raced. god, I want to do what he says. my pussy starts to throb with need and ache for the pleasure I know he can give me.

We’d been sneaking in wild rounds of sex before and after his work days. I knew we were both dying for time to play with each other, but unless he wanted to be late for work again or take a day off, we hadn’t gotten it.

Hungry for this man, I get out of bed, change out of my nightwear and into jeans and a pink tank top. I tie my hair up in a messy bun, grab my purse and toss my phone in it. I walk down the hallway and into the living room.

You have to go through the living room to get out of the house, because the front door is on the other side. when I walk into the living room, Joe and Mom look at me. Joe hides his glee by running his fingers over his mouth.

— Where are you going? - Mom asks.

— Hanna called. she's also in town for break, so let's meet up. - that wasn't a lie. Hanna, my old best friend from high school, was in town. but we still hadn't managed to make up for lost time.

— Oh, that’s wonderful. Have a great time. - she says excitedly.

I smile, feeling a little bad, but my desire for this man is greater than my guilt.

I leave the house and walk into the cool evening breeze. I walk down the path and to my car that is parked on the street.

I get in, warm up the engine and drive slowly to the end of the street where it is a dead end.

I let the car idle and after a few minutes I turn off the engine and turn off the lights.

I sit in the dark, knowing he is coming. ten minutes later, the headlights shine in my rearview mirror and I look up to see his big Jeep coming up behind me.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and wait, my heart racing and my pussy leaking.

His car pulls up next to mine and then the passenger door opens and I see him inside, waiting for me.

Without wasting a second, I jump out of my car, lock it, and get into his. I close the door and he makes a U-turn while I buckle up. He turns left, turning down one of the streets, and then drives quickly toward the city.

— Where are we going? - I ask.

— Somewhere where no one will stop us. - he states, and a few minutes later, he pulls into the garage of his mechanic shop.

He jumps out of the car and unlocks the large metal roll-up door in front of us. he pushes it open, rolling it up, and then runs back to his car. he jumps in, closes the door, and drives forward.

This time, he turns off the engine before getting out and coming back to close and lock the roll-up door behind us.

I look around the shop where cars in need of repair are parked all around us. Joe opens my car door and I pull my attention to him, meeting his hungry gaze.

— Come on, Baby. - he holds out his hand to me. — I’m starving for you.

I take his hand, letting his strong fingers wrap around mine, and jump out of the car, eager for his cock.

•••

I gasp and pant as he slams his cock into my pussy. I sit on the edge of his desk naked, my legs wrapped around his waist as he stands before me, naked as well.

The lamp on his desk is on and sheds a small amount of light in his dark office. my breasts brush against his chest as we work our bodies against each other, taking and pleasuring each other.

I grab his face, his thick gray beard scraping my palms, and I kiss him. I moan into his mouth as our tongues lock and duel. His hands are everywhere on my body.

Pulling my nipples, squeezing my large breasts, caressing my thighs wrapped around him, rubbing my clit. I plant my hands behind me on the desk and throw my head back, gasping in pleasure as he increases his pace.

— Oh, daddy. - I sigh in pleasure.

He growls and his fucking becomes rough. the table I'm sitting at creaks and rocks on the carpet. Items on the table fall and pile up around us on the floor.

— Yes, Daddy. - I encourage him. — I was so bad. Punish me. Fuck you bad girl. Fuck me, Daddy.

He growls, loving my words and does exactly as I say. he kisses my neck and bites the soft flesh.

My pussy ripples with pleasure and I grip his back, digging my nails in. Joe lets out a cry of pleasure.

He bites me harder and then sucks on the stinging skin. remembering what I’ve learned about Joe and his pleasure, I reach down and grab his firm ass, digging my nails hard and scratching his skin.

He fucks me savagely, shaking my body, slamming our bodies together fast and rough. my pussy is throbbing for release, and I know I’m close.

— Do you like this, Daddy? - I gasp.

— Fuck, yes, Baby. hive it to Daddy more. — he growls.

I slap his ass hard twice, my palm making a loud smack in the office that is already filled with the sounds of our fucking.

— What a bad girl. - he growls.

— Make me cum, Daddy. - I beg, and then I reach down to grab his nipples and twist them hard.

Joe screams loudly and grabs me by the ass, lifting me up and spinning us around.

He slams my back against the wall, making me gasp, but then he’s slamming me into the wall with his cock. we’re both screaming our pleasure.

I dig my nails into his back, hold him tight, and scream through my orgasm.

— There it is, Baby. - Joe growls harshly. — Daddy’s cock creaming.

He keeps pounding me, slamming me against the wall, and I’m panting in an intense orgasm that’s making my pussy squirt and my eyes roll back in my head.

He spins us around and throws me back onto his desk, laying me down along the length of it so he’s standing on the end, hunched over me.

I’m panting. watching his cock drill into me as he climaxes. I love watching him. cum. He throws his head back and roars like a great beast, hammering his hips against mine, slapping our skin and shaking me on the desk, making my breasts bounce. I feel his cum spurt and flood my pussy. He tenses and his muscles flex, bulging, looking delicious. He plants his cock deep inside my pussy and shudders as he lets out strangled sounds of pleasure.

He then lets out a huge sigh, and his body relaxes. He plants his hands on my head on the table and leans over me, catching his breath. I caress his chest gently, my hands moving up and down his muscles. he groans under my touch, and I feel his cock twitch inside me.

He groans again and rocks his hips, moving his softening cock inside me. I smile as my pussy begins to leak his cum and my sperm onto his table.

— I love this pussy. - he sighs as he continues to grind against me.

I chuckle softly, and he lifts his head to meet my gaze. he looks down at my smile, and a wide grin curves his lips before he meets my eyes again.

— You love my cock, don’t you? - he teases.

— It’s okay, Daddy. - I tease back.

He chuckles in the quiet, dark office, then with a groan of disappointment he slides free of my pussy and stands.

I feel too exhausted to stand, but I manage to get up and sit on the edge of his desk. our clothes are strewn across his office.

He walks over and plops down in his desk chair. his large frame dwarfs the plain black office chair. We sit in silence for a while, letting our bodies calm down from the explosive orgasms we had just had.

But soon questions start to pop into my mind, and I need to know some answers.

— Have you ever cheated on my mom before? ,- I ask quietly.

— No. - he answers simply, his head resting on the chair, but his eyes are on mine.

— Why are you now? - I ask.

We stare at each other. our chemistry and attraction are palpable.

He doesn’t answer, but he does reveal something else.

— When I first met your mom, she told me she liked roleplay, she liked spanking, she liked my kinks and how I fucked. months into the relationship, I’m in love and I think everything is great. then, before I know it, it’s our one year anniversary, she’s moving out, but now she’s suddenly telling me she doesn’t like our roleplay. It feels wrong and I shouldn’t want her to call me daddy. that I should talk to a therapist about my kinks. that it's not right to want to tie women up or pin them down and fuck them hard.

I'm frowning and listening intently.

— That box I have, it used to be that whole dresser.

My eyebrows shot up. what would I have done to be able to go back in time and see inside those drawers.

— I came home one night and everything was in the trash. - he tells me. - and I have an appointment with a therapist to work on myself. the box I have now is what my therapist thought was appropriate for me to try with your mother again. we never used anything from that box. she said no right away. then a year later, she doesn't like rough sex, she tells me I'm too rough. even though we've been together for two years, she makes me start to wonder if I'm being rougher or rougher than usual. I'm a big guy, so I have to be careful about throwing my weight around. so I start to be extra careful when we're in bed. I can fuck softly, but that's not what makes my balls explode. - he says.

I smile softly, showing that I'm still listening.

— I haven't been happy in a long time, Eva. - he admits, sounding tired.

— I woke up one day, looked around and saw that everything I loved and enjoyed. in my sex life was ripped away and I was made to feel dirty and wrong for wanting it. I'm not lying when I say I was about to end my relationship with your mother when she told me you were staying with us for the summer break. I thought, I'm not going to throw these two women out. It's been three years, so I can wait a few more months to break up. and then you walk in my fucking door, driving me crazy with your hot, stubborn, and fiery self. all I've wanted since our first fight was to tie you up, spank your ass raw, and make you scream "I'm your daddy.

I smile widely, loving that he feels this way about me.

— Before you came, your mother and I hadn’t had sex in eight months. - he says, caressing my cheek.

— What? - I ask, horrified.

He runs his hand through his hair. — she doesn’t like sex with me. I finally accepted it, but I just don’t understand why she stays with me. so, I knew it was up to me to end it. and then you showed up. fucked everything up. I’m walking around the house with a fucking hard-on and salivating for a fuck. I’m not a cheater, Eva. I’ve never looked at other women until I was happy with your mother, but you just did something to me. you woke me up. and I don’t want to go back to sleep.

I slide off the table and slide into his lap. he wraps one arm around my waist and the other around my breasts so he can cup one breast in his large palm. I lay my back along his chest and rest my head on his shoulder, looking up at him. he looks down, meeting my eyes.

— I heard you having sex with my mom. - I whisper, revealing that I had spied.

He exhales tiredly. — you got me so hard I threatened to fuck you on the kitchen island. things with you were getting dangerous. I figured I just needed a fuck. It had been eight months, so I practically begged your mom.

— Did it help? - I ask, hiding everything I knew about that night.

— No. It made it worse. I fucked you the next morning. and I swear I’ve never come as hard in my life as I do with you. you make me feel free. You don’t make me feel dirty or wrong.

— You’re not. - I stroke his strong, bearded jaw. — and if you are…then so am I. - I smile.

He chuckles and leans in to kiss me. I grab the back of his head and kiss him deeply, not letting go. we kiss hot and wet, sinking into each other and tasting each other with our tongues. with my hand in the back of his hair, I tug hard and pull his hair, making him pull away. lips part, our eyes meet, and his eyes grow hot. I feel his cock harden beneath my ass.

— How much longer can I stay with you? - I ask, wondering when my mother will be waiting for him back.

— Baby, I'm yours forever. - he swallows my gasp of surprise with a strong kiss.

— Daddy, can I ask you a question? - I asked nervously.

— Sure, Baby. - he says, focusing on my hair.

— What's going to happen when we're back home? are you still going to stay with my mother? - I asked, staring at him.

— No, your mother and I aren't together anymore. - he says, stroking the ends of his hair.

— What do you mean, but I saw you two hugging on the couch. - I say confused.

— We were talking about the divorce. - he says, looking back at me.

— I'm sorry I ruined your relationship with my mother. - I say, lowering my head.

— You shouldn't be sorry for this, Baby, it's not your fault. - he says, holding my chin.

•••

After we left his office, he took me to McDonald's and we had a big, tasty burger and a large Coke.

He asked me if I wanted to go to the mall, and I said no, and he understood.

We went back to the house and I got out of the car and went to unlock the front door, and he was going to put his Jeep in the garage.

I went inside the house and saw that everything was dark and quiet and everything was well-organized.

I went upstairs and went to the room where she slept with him, and I went in and went straight to the closet.

When I entered the closet and turned on the light that was in front of the door, all my mother's things and clothes were gone.

I sat down on the gray armchair and started to cry.

My mother will never forgive me for having slept with her boyfriend, and I ruined their relationship.

I am such a slut of a daughter. I feel like such a terrible person.

I will never forgive myself for having done this shit.

I felt someone stroking my hair, and I lifted my head and saw that it was Joe.

— Joe... - I tried to say but he knelt in front of me.

He didn't say anything, and just hugged me and pulled me onto his lap.

I started crying again, while he was in my arms and started stroking my hair again.

•••

That night we talked and he calmed me down.

I had several calls from my mom saying that I was a bitch for having slept with her boyfriend.

She said that I would regret doing that to her so much, and she said that I ruined her life.

I cried so much and I didn't want to hear her talk about me anymore, and I hung up on her and Joe was standing next to me and he was horrified and he hugged me.

He took me to the bathtub, and he had put all these red flower petals on it.

He helped me take off my clothes, and he was only wearing sweatpants.

He got in the bathtub and I got in after him, and we talked about a lot of things.

We had finished bathing in the tub, and dried off.

He drained the tub while I went to put on my nightgown.

I had gone into my room, and everything was tidying up.

I put on a light blue nightgown and combed my hair.

I turned off the light, and left my room and went back to his. he was wearing boxer briefs.

He was in bed and waiting for me, I lay down on his bed.

— Good night, Daddy. - I say, turning to look at him.

— Good night, Baby. - he says, touching my face.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep, and he hugged me and kissed my head.

[gabybeatrix2103]

Chapter 4.

Eva Fox.

He throws me on the bed and then marches over to his high shelves. he goes straight to the bottom shelf and pushes things aside until he pulls out a large box. I sit up in bed, staring at the box curiously.

— Lie down in the center of the bed. - he orders roughly, his voice full of excitement.

I can see the excitement lighting up his own eyes. I lie down in the middle of his bed and watch as he sets the box down next to me and removes the lid. my eyes widen at the sex toys I see inside.

My, my. Joe is a pervert. he removes the long, thin leather restraints and begins to fasten them to each post of the bed, moving around me and the bed. I turn my head, following his movements as he works.

He wraps the restraints around the wood, secures them, and leaves the ends on the bed next to me. I glance down at his open jeans where his cock is still exposed. I can see he has a semi as he fastens the leather ties.

He reaches into the box once more and now holding leather cuffs, he grabs my ankle and wraps one around me, buckling me in tightly.

He then grabs the leather strap at the end of the bed and attaches it to the cuff. I am panting softly as he removes three more cuffs and secures my other ankle to the bed post and then does the same to my wrists.

Spread out like a starfish on the bed, he tightens all the leather ropes until I am stretched out and restrained so that I cannot move my arms or legs. the leather is good quality and soft on my ankles and wrists, but I don't pull against him, I lie there waiting for what he will do next.

He removes a bunch of toys and places them on the bed next to me. he then throws the still full box on the floor.

— Daddy is a bad man. - I state as I watch him.

He looks up and our eyes meet. I see the need in his eyes, like he’s been missing this for a long time.

— Daddy’s hungry. - he growls, and I look down to see that his cock has grown into a thick, swollen, raging erection.

— Then punish your girl. - I arch my back, thrusting my breasts toward him.

With a growl, he takes off his shirt, and I run my eyes over his hot, muscular body. He takes off his jeans and climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting mine, and I see that sweet man I met at lunch three years ago. not the angry, grumpy man I’ve been getting for the past few weeks.

— Do you want this, Eva? - he asks gently.

— You call me Baby when you’re punishing me. - I reply firmly, and his lips curve into a smirk.

I smile back.

He leans over me and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I moan and instinctively move only to be restrained and immobile by the cuffs on my ankles and wrists. I gasp through his sucking and watch his lips work my breast.

He moves to my other one and I watch as his tongue darts out and flicks the turgid tip. His tongue darts back and forth and I moan, arching my back into his tongue.

His teeth come out and he gently bites my nipple. I gasp and watch as he sinks his teeth harder into my tender nipple. I cry out against the pleasure and pain I feel.

He tugs on my nipple and my hips jerk as my pussy squirts with excitement. He licks the abused tip and then reaches up to grab the nipple clamps that are on the bedspread. I'm anxious, I've never used or felt them.

He pinches one nipple and I cry out at the overwhelming sensation. he pinches the other and a chain connects the two clamps. Joe caresses my small breasts with his hands and then squeezes the fleshy flesh.

— I’m going to fuck your tits. - he growls as he squeezes and caresses them. — not today, but soon. I’ve been fantasizing about those tits for weeks. dreaming about squeezing my cock between those babies and painting them with my cum. - he grabs the chain connecting my nipples and gives it a tug.

I cry out and arch my back as the searing pleasure shoots down into my pussy. He grabs the small purple vibrator, squeezes some lube along the length, and then slowly inserts it inside my pussy.

I moan as he turns it on, and it vibrates inside me. He’s looking down my body, looking at my bound ankles and wrists, looking at my bound breasts, the vibrator inside my pussy.

I can see how turned on he is. he reaches over and grabs the cock ring, sliding it onto his swollen, veiny cock. he grabs the remote, and I hear another buzzing sound fill the room. We’re both vibrating now.

I gasp as I watch his expression tense with pleasure. He groans and closes his eyes. The cock ring is black and wrapped around the base of his cock, but another part of it sticks up and I know it’s for my clit.

I writhe my hips on the bed, already wanting to feel him against my clit while his cock is inside me.

He moves further down the bed until he’s lying on the end and his face is between my spread legs. he licks my clit with his tongue, and I cry out and shiver.

He continues to lick me slowly, so soft and sweet, so different from the rough, wild fuck we had just had in the kitchen.

I hold my head up, watching his tongue lick my pearly clit while his vibrator vibrates inside my pussy.

— Daddy, you lick my clit so good. - I moan.

He growls and I know he likes my words, so I give him more.

— I’m so wet for you. make me cum, Daddy. lick me until I explode for you.

He growls and his tongue starts moving rapidly. I cry out, watching as he flicks his tongue back and forth across my sensitive clit.

I love the sounds, the wet, sloppy lick of his tongue on my pink flesh. I’m panting, my clamped nipples are heaving, and I can feel my pussy clenching around the vibrator inside me.

— I will, Daddy.

He presses a button on the vibrator and the intensity of the vibrations increases. my hips jerk and the leather ropes pull on the bedposts as I fuck the vibrator inside me. Daddy grabs my hips and holds me down. he flicks my clit with his tongue, eating my tender pussy.

— Please, Daddy, I’m so close, make me cum. I’m begging you. - I whimper and struggle against his grip on my hips.

He buries his face in my pussy and licks my clit, rubbing and sucking until I explode in orgasm.

I scream and pull against my bonds. I fuck his face, screaming as I cum on the vibrator that vibrates intensely inside me.

— Oooh, daddy. yes, yes, yes. - I moan as I come down from my ecstasy. He continues licking my clit and I shudder.

— Daddy, I'm done. - I gasp.

He continues licking me and the vibrator continues buzzing. I get so sensitive that I start to jerk my hips to get away from his mouth on my clit, but he keeps me pinned and keeps fucking me.

— Daddy, it's too much.

He pauses to look at me. I see my juices all over his mouth. — I'll say when you're done. - he growls. — and I'm still hungry. - He lowers his head and continues licking and sucking my clit.

— Oh fuck. - I sigh. and for the next hour I scream for four more orgasms.

Joe releases my pussy and sits on the bed. I'm shaking and sprawled limply on the bed. I whimper as he pulls the vibrator out of my pussy. I feel my own cum leaking out of me and soaking the sheets.

— You were so good, Baby. - he praises me, and I'm too tired to move or lift my head. sweat is covering my body. I look up to see him put the vibrator away. I see it's cream from my pussy. I look up to see him wipe his mouth. his palm scrapes his stubble and then he rubs his jaw like it's sore. — you're so fucking delicious. - he growls and moves up my body. I moan, enjoying his words but too tired to think of a fucking exciting response. I see his cock is still hard and tingling. — are you ready for Daddy's cock? - he grins at me wickedly. I groan in exhaustion, and he chuckles darkly.

— Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do all the work. you just take Daddy’s cock.

I nod, then moan loudly as he slides it inside my soaking pussy.

He groans with me and settles on top of me, placing his hips over mine. I gasp as his cock ring lines up with my clit.

— Do you like that, Baby? - he asks and grinds against me, pushing the vibrating head of his cock ring against my clit. — another orgasm for Daddy. we’re going to cum together.

I whimper. It’s all I can manage.

— Daddy’s gonna fuck you hard. Are you ready, Baby?

I nod. — yes, Daddy.

With a devilish grin, he starts thrusting his hips, pumping his cock into me hard and fast. Without holding back, like it’s in the kitchen, Joe fucks me hard and fast.

I gasp through his thrusts, our bodies colliding, clapping as flesh meets flesh.

Joe grunts and growls, and the bed starts banging against the wall. I have a moment of recognition of the sound, but only for him this time.

— Fuck me harder, Daddy. - I cry passionately. — fuck your girl.

He slaps my wet pussy and grabs the remote control for his cock ring. he presses a few buttons and we both let out screams of pleasure as the ring vibrates louder.

— Oh, fuck. -Joe yells as he slams his body against mine, drilling into my pussy.

The leather restraints groan and rattle against my limbs as he rocks the bed and slams it against the wall.

He pushes himself up on his hands, plants his knees wide open on the bed and fucks me hard. the chain between my nipples jiggles and jingles as my breasts bounce up and down.

— I’m gonna fucking explode. - he yells hoarsely. sweat dots his face and blurs his body. His face is contorted in an expression of intense pleasure. — your pussy feels so good. - he yells. — I’m gonna flood you with my cum.

— Do it, Daddy. Cum. - I demand, feeling my own orgasm coming. I want to see it, but my own pleasure is so intense that my toes curl and I squeeze my eyes shut. — Daddy. - I manage to whimper before my pussy spasms in an orgasm that brings tears to my temples.

— Good girl. - he pants harshly. — come on, Daddy’s cock. that’s it, baby. Milk me. - yes, his voice becomes strangled, and I force my eyes open to watch him cum.

His head is thrown back, his muscles clenched and flexed as he jerks inside me and floods my pussy with his cum.

He lets out raspy, strangled sounds of pleasure and as our orgasms fade away, he collapses on top of me, placing his heavy weight on top of my small body.

I gasp and writhe as his cock ring continues to buzz against my clit. he groans. Long and drawn out, as if he’s enjoying the vibrations in his softening cock.

— I can feel you squeezing me. - he groans in my ear.

I shiver after what is the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life. he blindly reaches for the remote control of his cock ring and turns it off.

I sigh in relief, unable to take any more. we lie in a pile of sweat-soaked limbs and catch our breath.

After a few minutes, Joe stands up and I take a deep breath, finally able to breathe comfortably without his weight on me.

He slides out of my pussy, his cock dripping with both my cream and his cum. the cock ring slides off of him and he sets it with his other toys that are in dire need of cleaning.

He reaches down first and undoes my ankles from the cuffs. I pull my legs up when they are free. He then unties my nipples. I hiss, just realizing how sore they are.

He then reaches up and unties my wrists. We both sit in the middle of the bed. I rub my wrists, even though they don't hurt. I'm just making myself look busy so I don't have to talk first.

Do we talk? Or do I just go? Joe takes matters into his own hands, placing a large hand on my chest and pushing me back onto the bed.

I sigh and look up at him as he comes over me, placing the lower half of his body on top of mine, but supporting the rest of his weight with one elbow on the bed near my head.

— I want to play more. - he says, his voice relaxed and deep, satisfied and happy from his orgasms.

— Now? - I squeak.

He smiles with a laugh, but shakes his head. — I don't think your pussy could handle any more of me.

— Me neither. - I agree, and he smiles even wider.

— Rest your pussy, because I want to play with it tomorrow.

My heart hammers in my chest. a thousand reasons why I should say it don't cross my mind, but all I can think about is the pleasure he just gave me, and everything else he can do to me. I've seen other toys in his box, and I want to play with them.

So instead, I part my lips and answer. — okay, Daddy.

He smiles, leans in and kisses me, I'm shocked by the kiss. we've had sex before, but his kiss is so deep and full of hunger that it consumes me.

I find myself kissing him back, loving the taste of him and his tongue in my mouth, claiming me. I grab the back of his head, thread my fingers through his hair and kiss him with everything I have.

Wet, bruised lips we pull apart, panting and just resting and drifting away from each other.

He looks at my mouth and then down at my body. He growls and bites his bottom lip. I smile at him.

He shakes his head and says, — I need to go to work or I'm going to fuck you again, even if you're sore.

— Okay. - I whisper and release his hair, letting my hands caress the back of his neck, enjoying the small moment where I can touch him and feel his body, not just his cock.

He leaves a sweet but hungry kiss on my lips one last time and then he gets out of bed.

— I need you to wash these sheets today. and they need to be back on the bed tonight. - he orders, standing before the bed naked, his cock glistening from our fuck.

— Is that an order, daddy? - I look at him mockingly.

Smiling, he leans over the bed and grabs a handful of my hair.

He pulls the strands so that my head moves to the side and then he comes closer and bites my neck.

I moan when I feel his strong bite on my nipples and pussy. he sucks the skin, then with another tug on my hair, he releases me and walks to the bathroom to wash himself.

— Should I wash your toys too? - I shout down the hall as I look at the objects of discussion.

He comes back to the room drying a towel on his face and chest, where I can see that he splashed water.

His cock is now all clean, with no trace of me left behind. my pussy, on the other hand, is still leaking on the sheets that I would have to wash today.

— You're the one who made this mess for them. - he states, throwing the towel on the bed next to me.

I gape as he starts to get dressed again in his shirt and jeans. this time, however, he puts on socks and his work boots.

— You made me make a mess. - I retort.

He shakes his head at me, his eyes dark and wicked. — on’t make me have to punish you, Baby. I don’t have time, and your pussy needs to rest. - I try to keep glaring at him, but I can feel myself smiling. — oh, and don’t forget to vacuum the kitchen and clean up the mess you made on the dining table. - my mouth drops open again. — great. you’ll have fun at work while I clean up your cum.

— Do you want to trade? -he asks with an arched eyebrow. I pause and then look at him. He chuckles and walks out of the house, leaving me to clean up our mess.

Alone in his room, I look around and find myself stopping when I see a picture of my mom and Joe on the nightstand.

I look away, cringing. I’m a shitty daughter, I know, but my mom would never know because I would clean this house so thoroughly that there would be no trace of what her boyfriend did to me today. and when I had sex with him again... I would also make sure she never found out.

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Chapter 5.

Eva Fox.

Joe walks into my room, fresh from work. I look up at him as he stands at the end of my bed wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and steel-toed work boots. I can see the motor oil stains on his shirt. the shirt he pulls over his head, exposing his muscular upper body, and falls to my floor.

— Get naked and spread those legs. - he orders. — you better be ready because I’m not getting you ready.

My pussy cries at his words. I pull my crop top over my head, toss my bra aside, and am pushing my pants and panties down my legs as he pulls his own pants down and kicks them off.

His cock springs free and swings in the air, hard and swollen. he takes his big cock in his big fist and strokes the veiny girth.

I quickly roll over to my nightstand and grab the bottle of lube I have inside. I give my pussy a quick squirt of lube, then toss the bottle aside and spread my legs for him, smiling eagerly.

— I'm ready for my fuck, daddy. - I purr, exposing my lubricated pussy to him.

He rubs his cock as he stares at my pussy, his eyes intense and hungry. — I hope so, Baby, because I haven’t thought about anything other than pounding your sweet pussy all day.

It was our first time together after our first time. He came home that first afternoon to a spotless house and smiled at me.

So we played normal family like nothing had happened that morning.

I had gone to bed and woke up to find Mom and Joe leaving for work. I missed Joe, I wanted him again, but my pussy was still sensitive and I was.

Riding like a cowgirl when no one was around. I had been soaking in the shower all day and now I felt good. I felt ready to fuck again. and apparently so did Joe.

I moan and open myself wider, wanting him inside me. — Fill me with your cock, Daddy. Pound me hard. I want to have to ice my pussy later. - with a growl, Joe releases his cock and crawls onto the bed like a lion stalking its prey. he climbs on top of me, settling himself between my legs. He positions his cock against my lubricated, weeping pussy and then presses the head of his fat cock inside me. I gasp as he stretches me. he then places his hands on the mattress, plants his legs and knees comfortably between my spread legs and then meets my gaze. he smiles down at me, and I shiver. He then thrusts his cock deep inside me. I arch into him with a loud moan. — that’s it. You love your Daddy’s cock, don’t you?

— Fuck, yes. - I hiss as he pulls out and thrusts back in hard and deep, slamming his hips against my body, shaking me and making my breasts jiggle.

He fucks me hard and deep, pulling out at his leisure only to thrust back inside me, our bodies crashing together in a moment of bone-shattering ecstasy.

The bed rocks beneath his fucking and the headboard bangs rhythmically against the wall. His pace increases. I place my hands on the headboard above my head to steady myself and receive his hard fucking.

I let out high-pitched cries of pleasure and ramble incoherently about how good his fuck feels and how much I love it.

He grunts and growls as he thrusts his cock inside me, pounding my pussy in a way that makes me glad I used the lube. — you feel so fucking good. - I gasp loudly. — you’re going to make me cum so hard. - my eyes are practically rolling into the back of my head.

— Cum when I say, my bad girl. Wait for daddy to cum first. - he thrusts faster, and I scream in pleasure.

My toes curl and I lift my knees to open myself wider for him. our bodies slam together deliciously, and I cry out every time he cums inside me.

— I’m going to cum, Daddy. - I yell in warning.

With a growl, he pulls away from my pussy, making me whimper, and flips me over onto my stomach. he slaps my ass hard, making me gasp and lift my ass up for him.

He slaps me again, making my flesh burn and ache. I love this. — punish me, Daddy. punish you bad girl. - with a growl, he spanks me hard, making me shudder and moan.

He then gives my ass three hard slaps and then with a groan he buries his face in my ass and licks me, spreading my cheeks to get to my hole. I shiver under his kiss as his tongue licks my opening and pokes inside me.

He grabs my ass cheeks, spreading them wider and squeezing the soft flesh. He sticks two fingers inside my pussy and continues licking my ass. He fingers me deep and rough like he does with his cock. I writhe on the sheets, keeping my ass tilted toward him.

I miss his mouth and fingers and then he spanks both my ass cheeks, taking turns until the flesh burns and stings. I whimper. He stops to grab me by the hips and lifts me to my knees.

— You took your punishment so well, Baby. - Joe growls and then presses his cock back inside my pussy.

I moan and move on his cock, loving having him back inside me.

— Your ass is so red. - he states, then gripping my hips tightly, he pushes his own and slams his cock inside me.

I gasp with each thrust delivered. my breasts bounce beneath me and I keep my hands firmly planted on the mattress as Joe moves me back and forth, using his grip on my hips.

— Oh. God. Daddy. - I gasp with each thrust of his cock.

— Are you going to cum, Baby? - he whispers as he thrusts into me hard.

— Only if you let me. - I cry, feeling like I'm losing my mind with so much pleasure.

I'm moaning and tears are rolling down my face. I never want this to stop.

— I'm going to make you cum so hard, Baby. you're going to dirty these sheets with how much you love sucking my cock.

I can't form words. I just whimper.

— My balls are so full of cum. - he growls and quickens his pace.

I'm panting. Sweat is running down my spine and face.

— I'm gonna explode inside your pussy.

— Give it to me. - I say as I moan.

Joe grabs my shoulders, holds me tight, and pounds me hard and fast. I start to scream as I explode in orgasm.

— Yes! - Joe growls and I feel his cum fill my pussy. — take my cum, Baby.

The sounds of my wet pussy and bodies slamming reverberate in the room. our screams and gasps for air follow.

I can feel his cum and my own cum dripping down my inner thighs as he continues to fuck me and cum inside me.

The pleasure is so strong and intense that I close my eyes and sigh until it's over.

Joe carries us to the mattress. our sweaty limbs tangled together. we both pant as if we've just run a marathon.

His arm wraps around my waist and holds my back against his chest. His cock still throbs and jerks inside my soft pussy. I drip onto the sheets and make a wet spot below us.

— What a bad girl. - he kisses the back of my head as I enjoy floating on the sexual cloud he's put inside me.

— What a naughty daddy. - I say dreamily, my eyes closed, my body relaxed and humming with pleasure.

He chuckles softly and presses another kiss to my hair. he releases me and slides off the bed. I moan as I lose his girth stretching my aching pussy.

Semen leaks out of my pussy and drips onto the sheets. Joe growls in pleasure at the sight and kisses my temple.

— Just rest, Baby. I’ll be right back. - he leaves me to go to the bathroom. I can hear the faucets running and he returns with two washcloths. gently, he spreads my thighs and cleans my pussy.

I whimper and shudder as I begin to feel how sore I am. once I’m clean, he changes my clothes and places the warm, wet one on my pussy. He rolls me onto my stomach.

I hear him moving, but my eyes are closed, and I feel close to taking a sex nap. I jump when I feel his hands on my burning ass cheeks. His hands are warm and wet with oil.

— Easy. - he whispers as he gently rubs oil into my soft skin. - you should see your ass, baby. the marks of my hands are still on your delicious buttocks.

I smile against the sheets as I feel him place a soft kiss on each cheek.

— Lay down with me, I mumble sleepily.

He gently continues to rub the oil into my ass, soothing the burning flesh, then when he’s done, he rolls me onto my side and settles behind me.

His arm wraps around my waist, holding me close to his body, and our legs intertwine. I close my eyes and we lie there in silence, enjoying the comforting intimacy of being in each other’s arms. we lie like that until it’s time to separate because we hear my mother’s car pulling up the driveway.

[gabybeatrix2103]

Eva Fox - I'm home from college, staying with my mom at her boyfriend's house. I hate Joe. He's tall and hot and he knows it. we fight like crazy. I hate him. I want him. I try to resist, but I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished.

19 Years.

Joe Kessler - Just before he breaks up with his girlfriend, she tells him that her daughter is coming to stay with us during her college break. Joe decides to wait until Eva goes back to college, but then she walks into his house. she's stubborn. she's hot. she won't listen to my orders. she needs to be punished. and he's her stepdad now and he should punish her.

54 Years.

Chapter 1.

Eva Cathrina Fox.

19 Years.

My stepdad and I were fighting again. It wasn’t new. he drove me crazy, and I knew I drove him crazy, given how he always growled in frustration at me. Just like he was now.

I was back from college for the summer. Well, Joe was home now that my mom was living with him. I was buried in homework, studying, and trying to find moments of peace and relaxation, and then Joe came along. Joe, yelling at me to empty the dishwasher every morning because I was supposed to do it before bed and, as usual, I forgot.

My mom always stayed out of it. she would just roll her eyes when we started yelling and leave the room. Which she had already done this morning. she simply walked out of the kitchen and left the house to go to work, leaving me here alone with her son-of-a-bitch boyfriend of three years.

So here we were, standing across from each other in the kitchen, in front of the full dishwasher, full of clean dishes, and Joe demanding that I empty them. the morning sunlight streams through the kitchen windows. I'm in my pajamas, which are sleep shorts and a cotton tank top. I'm not wearing a bra, and my hair is tied up on top of my head in a messy bun. I'd been up less than an hour and this is what they gave me.

— I forgot! - I yell in Joe's face, my anger rising to a boil. He was always on my back.

— Big surprise. now unload. - he demands.

— You unload, you son of a bitch. - I snap.

I would have unloaded if he hadn’t been such a dick about it, but now I was fuming, and I was going to be stubborn as hell.

— Watch your mouth. - he yells, leaning in so our faces are close.

Joe is tall. six feet tall. he’s also easy on the eyes, and he walks around the house knowing it, with his broad shoulders and ripped abs. my mother was over the moon with the catch she made.

— Watch your attitude. - I yell back.

He laughs wryly. — my attitude?

— It’s a dishwasher. god forbid it doesn’t unload immediately when the cycle stops.

— You live in my house for free, all I ask is that you do your part and do the chores.

— And I will. - I scream, wanting to slap him across the face.

— After I remind you. every day. - he screams back into mine.

Our eyes are burning, nostrils flared. my teeth are practically bared in a snarl as he glares at me.

— Fuck you, Joe.

Shock washes over his face and he steps closer, our bodies colliding. I refuse to be intimidated by his large size, so I push my petite five-foot-five body against his, pushing my breasts against his chest. more shock changes his expression.

Yeah, you're not that tough, Joe.

— Remember which house you're living in. - he growls softly.

— How could I forget?

Our bodies are pressed against each other, our faces an inch apart and I’m staring into his dark hazel brown eyes, staring over his dark jaw and swollen lips. fuck, he’s so fucking hot. I look away from his mouth and back up to his eyes that are watching me intently.

— Unpack the dishwasher. - he demands quietly.

— Suck. My. Cock.

His nostrils flare and I can hear him gritting his teeth.

— You… - he stops talking, growling and staring at me.

— I... - I prompt him, challenging him.

— Unpack the washing machine, Eva, or... - he tried to finish saying, but was interrupted by me.

— Or what? are you going to hit me? because I'm a bad girl. - I scoff, and roll my eyes.

— I should push you down that bench and fuck some sense into you! - he yells, and then we both fall silent.

Our eyes widen. my heart is already racing from the adrenaline he pumps through my veins during our fights, but now it's racing for an entirely different reason.

I can feel my pussy responding to his dark, delicious words, getting wet and throbbing deep inside. His broad, hard chest is pushing against my breasts and with every breath he takes, he rubs my nipples, making them peak and reveling in the friction he's causing them.

I know it's stupid. I should stop. but I'm young, horny, and I love fighting with this man.

— Do you think that's going to make me obey you? - I scoff. — If I let you stick your cock inside me.

His shock at her words fades and his anger is back. hot and steamy. he leans closer and brings his mouth an inch above mine. — there’s nothing mean about my cock. and trust me, if I fuck you, you’ll feel it all week. - he says low and quiet, making my nipples tingle and my pussy weep and my panties get wet.

I’m panting, looking up at him and wanting it so badly. I kiss him the moment he can see the desire in my eyes.

He looks down at my mouth and his tongue darts out to lick his lip, as if he can taste me by being so close.

— Now. - he says softly, our eyes meeting. — unload the dishwasher or I’ll rip your shorts off your legs, bend you over this kitchen island and fuck you until you learn your lesson.

I want his lesson. I want it so bad. I can feel my arousal leaking down my thighs.

I want to lean down and see if he’s as turned on as I am. suddenly, I’m so torn about what to do. I can’t tell if he’s bluffing.

I don’t want him to win the fight, but am I prepared to get fucked by my mom’s boyfriend while she’s at work?

I bite my lip, dragging my teeth over his plump ass, and he watches me. I take a deep breath and then… I take a step back and turn to the dishwasher.

He lets out a deep chuckle, and I grit my teeth. I unload the dishwasher silently as he walks out of the kitchen.

Halfway through unloading the few items in the dishwasher, I hear him leave the house, heading to work, where he owns an auto repair shop.

I sigh, planting my hands on the island bench, the island he threatened to bend me over.

I look at the white granite and imagine the two of us fucking on it, I imagine myself bent over him as he fucks me from behind, slamming his cock into me until I scream.

Groaning, I leave the kitchen and head to the guest room I’m using during college breaks. In the three years my mom has been with Joe, I’ve only met him a handful of times. this was the first time I’d stayed with them during the holidays.

I usually traveled with friends, but this holiday they all had other plans. the first time I met Joe, I admit I winked at my mom, giving her a — good for you. - sigh, which she laughed at, and Joe smiled.

We always enjoyed the few lunches or dinners we had, but now that we were living together... day after day, passing him in the hallways, seeing him step out of the shower in just a towel, hearing his deep, warm voice say my name.

It was building inside me and now I finally admitted the truth to myself. I wanted Joe.

I wanted my mom's boyfriend. I wanted to fuck him so bad my thighs were wet with excitement.

I wanted to be back in that kitchen, with Joe, getting fucked and pounded by him. but here I was, sitting on the edge of the bed, frustrated, turned on and feeling guilty.

I wonder if he was bluffing. I wonder if he had fucked me. he looked quite shocked when he first said the words in anger, but then that anger turned to excitement.

His eyes turn dark and liquid instead of their usual hard, cold ones.

Would it be so bad if I stole a fuck from Joe? my mom would never know unless Joe told her. feeling so turned on, my nipples so erect, I reach up and rub one through my cotton pajamas. I sigh as I fondle my large one.

Breast in my small palm. wanting more, I stand up, rummage through my panties, and pull out my little bullet.

I lie down on the bed, pull off my pajama shorts, and then spread my legs for my sex toy. I turn on the bullet, and the room fills with a loud buzzing sound.

Unfazed by my aching pussy, I press the bullet directly against my clit and gasp as the pleasure explodes out of me.

I sigh and begin to roll my hips against my little toy. It’s small but powerful as it vibrates against my clit.

I move the bullet around my little pearl, rubbing it up and down, and rolling it around and around. I’m biting my lip, arching my back and writhing on the bed sheets.

— Ooo fuck. - I moan with a groan as I feel my pussy throb.

I press the bullet to my swollen clit and hold it there until I orgasm.

My pussy spasms and ripples in ecstasy as I struggle to ride out the mind-blowing pleasure.

When the vibrations become too much for my sensitive clit, I slide the bullet inside me and leave it there, humming, as I recover from the ecstasy-inducing orgasm that has just invaded my soaking pussy.

I run my hands through my hair, pushing back the dark strands that had fallen out.

I needed this, I think to myself. my little bullet was far from real, but it eased the pain.

I really needed to be fucked. that’s why I was acting this way.

That’s why I was salivating after Joe. that’s why I almost bent over the kitchen counter and offered him my ass. no more fighting with Joe, I told myself. I would be a good girl.

•••

Chapter 2.

Eva Fox.

I tried. I really tried. but Joe was a fucking asshole.

I made sure to unload the washer before bed, but somehow, in the morning, there would be a new load in the washer unpacked.

I would glare at Joe, tell him to unload it himself if he was going to do two loads of laundry tonight.

My mom would leave us, and we would fight. staring at each other, chests heaving. His eyes would now be lit up as we fought, waiting for me to either bow to him or call his bluff and reveal that I wanted him to fuck me.

I wouldn’t let him win. he would never know how much I wanted him. his job was to vacuum the house once a week, so in revenge, I would make sure to throw as much food as possible on the floor around the house.

On his day off, he'd vacuum the house while staring at me, but now there was a new heat in his eyes that told me he wasn't bluffing about punishing me.

•••

I was in my room, studying for two hours straight when the urge to eat something salty hit me.

I knew I had a bag of popcorn. I hope Joe didn't eat it like he usually does with my snacks.

I get up from the study table that sits against the window, overlooking the front of the house, and walk down the hallway.

I walk carefully, just wanting peace and quiet for a few hours before Joe pisses me off.

I can hear the TV playing in the living room. the kitchen is down the hall, and I have to walk past the open door to the living room.

As I sneak past, I freeze when I find Joe and my mom laying on the couch together. Joe is groping my mom's chest and kissing her neck.

My heart pounds in my chest when I see Joe’s large hand squeezing her breast, wishing it were mine.

— Come on, Baby. - he whispers, hot and desperate, but I can hear him from across the room.

I huddle on the edge of the door, spying on them completely.

I’ve never seen them like this. come to think of it, they weren’t really into public displays of affection.

I just assumed my mother was having it on a regular basis, considering I’d be riding that man every chance I got.

— It’s been a long day. - my mother says softly, gently lowering him. My eyes widen and I’m sure my jaw drops.

Joe groans and is filled with frustration. He squeezes her breast and replies. — Baby, it’s been ages. you’re fucking killing me.

My mother sighs, but continues to let him kiss her neck and fondle her breast.

Was that why Joe was always yelling at me? was he just sexually frustrated? did he just need a fuck? or was I causing this hungry, desperate need in him?

— I’m on my period. - she says as if it were a crime.

— I don’t give a fuck for that. I want to get inside your pussy. - he growls and kisses her cheek.

My mom seems meek and not interested. I have no idea what's going on in their relationship.

— Okay. - she sighs, like it's the last thing she wants to do.

I jump away from the door and run to the kitchen. I hear them get up, turn off the television, and walk through the door.

I duck behind the kitchen island and listen as they walk down the hallway, past my room, and into theirs at the end of the house.

Stunned by my mom, who seriously wants to have a serious talk with her, I stand up, grab the bag of popcorn, and open the bag.

A salty, buttery aroma wafts through the air and makes my mouth water.

I shovel a handful into my mouth and lean back on the island stool and eat some popcorn, trying to ignore the fact that Joe is fucking my mom in the hallway.

God, I hope they’re not loud. If they’ve been having sex while I’ve been here for the past three weeks, I haven’t heard a peep. Not even a squeak of the mattress.

I eat for a good five minutes, then sighing, I head back to my room, moving closer to theirs.

I stop outside my door and turn my head, staring at their closed door. do I dare? Am I that dirty?

I don’t want to listen to my mom, but Joe has my mind so twisted and my body so hungry that I want to hear if he’s as good as he thinks he is.

Entering my room, I set my popcorn on the bed and sneak out. I sneak down the hallway, knowing with every step how wrong this is, and then I stop outside their door.

I let my ears adjust and then I hear them. Well, I hear him. I bite my bottom lip as my heart starts to race as I hear Joe moaning and groaning in pleasure.

Joe starts to get louder and I hear the bed start to slam. I raise my eyebrows. maybe he wasn't kidding about feeling him all week.

— Joe, this is too hard. you know I don't like this. - I hear my mother whimper and the squeaking of the bed stops.

— Sorry, honey. - I think I hear him mumble through the door.

It's quiet on the other side of the door, just the faint sounds of rustling sheets and heavy breathing.

I don't hear anything else from Joe, but I do start to hear my mother enjoying herself. making a disgusted face, I turn around and walk back to my room.

I jump on the bed, grab my headphones and put them on, blocking out all the noise in the house and listen to music while I eat the rest of my popcorn.

I don't know how much time has passed, but it doesn't feel like much. I'm reading a textbook, with headphones on, and I see someone walk past my door.

I look up and see my mom walking down the hallway. I put my headphones on and listen to the house.

I hear my mom turn on the shower. she clearly wasn't the type to lie in bed and cuddle.

I can't help myself. I get out of bed and peek my head around the door. I see their bedroom door ajar, but I don't hear a sound.

All I can hear is the water running in the bathroom. wondering if Joe looks fucked and satisfied, I creep back down the hallway once more, making sure to stay away from the door so he doesn't see me.

Their bed is on the side, so he can't see me peeking through the crack in the door.

Heart pounding and hoping I won't get caught, I peek through the crack and see their bed. then I see Joe's bare back as he sits on the edge of the bed, his back to me.

I see the broad, muscular length and the two dimples that rest at the base above the back and from what I can make out it looks like a nice back.

Joe makes a sound of frustration, and I look closer. my heart skips a beat when I realize what he’s doing. his right arm is jerking in small, quick movements, and he keeps making sounds like he’s trying to stay still.

His arm moves faster, and I hear the clicking sound of his flesh being rubbed furiously. He makes a choking sound, and then his body tenses and shudders.

His hips buck into the bed, and I know he’s coming. he lets out a long breath, as if he’s finally found release. he quickly grabs tissues from the nightstand, and I watch him wipe himself off and then stand up from the bed.

I get a full, magnificent view of his back, and then I force myself to pull away before I get caught. I run to my room and close the door.

Joe walks past my room and into the bathroom. I hear their low voices and strain to listen, but I can’t make out a word. the shower is still running, but I hear someone walk past my room. the footsteps are light, so I know it's my mom. Joe is in the shower now.

Frowning, I slump back down on my bed. What the fuck? Why the fuck was Joe masturbating after having sex?

Didn't he finish? did he get hard again, and my mom didn't want another round? did he fake it, let my mom go take a shower, and then he was done?

Shaking my head, telling myself that their relationship is none of my business, I go to bed and do my best not to dream about his hard, muscular back and how it would look with my fingernail marks on it.

I do my best not to think about the sounds he made when he fucked me hard, and how all I wanted was to be in that room, in that bed, and feel his cock inside me as the bed banged against the wall.

•••

Chapter 3.

Eva Fox.

I wake up in the morning and walk into the kitchen to see Joe sitting at the dining table, a cup of coffee in front of him.

His head is in his hand, and he doesn’t look happy. Not upset, but almost… contemplative. like he’s deciding something and isn’t sure what to do. I stand in the doorway, unsure if I should go in, but then my mother appears behind me.

— Good morning, Eva. - she says cheerfully and kisses my cheek. Joe sits up straight, his expression becoming unreadable.

He gives my mother a forced smile that I know is meant to be.

— Good morning, Mom. - I murmur as I watch Joe.

— Good morning, honey. - Joe says softly as she leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He looks like he’s bracing himself for a kiss, but then I see him flinch when she gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek. I see the annoyance flash in his eyes, the slight clench of his jaw. He’s not happy.

— I'm going. Have a good day, you two. Eva, go have fun and stop studying in your room all day. - I wave at her as I walk into the kitchen and grab a juice.

— Bye. - Joe says as she runs out of the house. I glance over at Joe, who watches her leave, that contemplative look back in his eyes.

He looks back at me and that wall immediately falls. he glares at me, and I roll my eyes at him. I'm standing, dressed in my pajamas and shorts. my hair is down and tangled from sleep.

— Did you do your chores? - he grumbles and takes a sip of coffee.

I slam the juice box on the island. — I just woke up. Have you vacuumed the house yet? — I retort, my blood already boiling with anger.

— Make sure it’s done. - he says as he stands up and walks around the island to put his mug in the sink.

Our backs are turned, but I can feel his presence like a furnace. an image of his naked body on the edge of the bed flashes before my eyes, how his arm jerked as he masturbated and made himself cum.

The sound he made as he came rings through my ears.

My skin is flushed. my nipples are hard. I ache deep inside my pussy. I want him to bend me over the island, rip off my panties, and fuck me like hell.

He turns around and I tense up, but he just walks past me and starts walking out of the kitchen.

— Hey, Joe? - I call, not even knowing what I’m doing, just knowing that I’m not ready for him to leave me.

He turns slowly, his expression full of impatience.

Reaching the island, I knock over the box of cereal he ate this morning and it clatters to the floor, scattering gold flakes across the tiles that reach his bare feet. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. his expression is one of anger.

— Oops. — I say sweetly.

— You’re vacuuming the house right now, starting with that. - he points to the mess I’ve made.

I walk across the island, letting my feet crunch through the flakes.

His jaw flexes as he watches me walk through the cereal, making more of a mess. I stand before him, tilting my head back to meet his stony eyes.

— Make me. - I declare boldly.

I want his threat. fuck it. I don’t care what it does to me. I want him, and if he’s not bluffing, I’ll take him.

He steps closer to me, our bodies brushing lightly together. he looks down at me, his big, tall body towering over me.

— What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me? - he growls, and that coldness in his eyes turns to liquid, molten heat.

Fuck yes. I want this. I’m calling his bluff and praying he doesn’t do it.

I don’t respond, instead I shift my feet and crush the cereal into the floor, pulverizing it beneath my feet.

His nostrils flare. and then he strikes.

I yelp in surprise as I’m lifted off the floor by hard hands gripping my waist. I’m weightless in his strong arms as he whips us both around and throws me onto the dining table. the wood rattles and I scream as my body is jolted. I’m lying across the length of the table as he stands at the end, kicking the chair he was sitting on away from him.

He grabs my sleep shorts and panties in one grip and pulls them down my legs. he grabs my thighs and pulls me down the table so my ass is on the edge.

He pushes my thighs open with his rough hands and then moves to the opening of his jeans. I am panting and staring at his hands unzipping his pants. I watch him remove his cock and my eyes widen at the large girth that lies before me.

Yes, please. I hold my legs wide open for him and I know it won’t be easy to take him, but I’m already soaking wet. I feel like I’ve been ready for this for weeks.

— Final warning, Eva. - he growls, his face angry and glaring at me, but also so hot and aroused. — obey me or suffer the consequences. - with a groan, I grab my thin, cropped pajama top and pull it over my head, exposing my breasts to his gaze.

My nipples are pointy and hard, evidence of my arousal. he growls at the sight I present to him and strokes his cock with. his fist.

— I’m ready for my punishment. - I gasp, throwing my crop top to the floor and gripping the edges of the dining table on either side.

— Fuck, yes you are, you bad girl. - he steps forward and lines his cock up with my pussy.

He pushes the tip inside me, stretching me wide, and then grabs my hips and thrusts deep inside me, lodging his cock inside me.

I scream with pleasure and want more. I writhe on his cock, and he delivers. He grinds his hips, grunting with his efforts as he fucks me hard, shaking my body, making my back rub up and down the table.

My breasts bounce up and down and I’m moaning and panting as he only increases his pace until his power is inside me in a way no man has ever taken me before. I’m screaming in ecstasy.

My pussy is in heaven and it’s throbbing with ecstasy. I grip the table tighter and look at him, watching as his body fucks mine.

— Joe. - I whimper in pleasure.

I cry as he spanks me harder.

— When you’re being punished, call me daddy. - he growls. — who’s your daddy, Eva?

I shiver under his grip and my pussy spasms. — you are. you’re my daddy.

— Fuck, yes I am. you’re my bad girl. you take your punishment. you take daddy’s cock. take it hard. - he slaps me and the table scrapes against the floor.

He just steps forward and keeps fucking me. I know there will be bruises on my hips as he holds me in place, but I love the sharp pain of his fingers digging into my flesh.

— You’re such a bad girl. - he grunts as he slams our bodies together.

I can feel my orgasm building and I start to scream louder and louder as my pleasure increases.

— Are you going to cum, Baby? - he asks.

— Yes, Daddy. keep punishing me. fuck me hard, Daddy. I’m going to cum on your cock.

— Yes! - he fucks me like a wild man, the table is creaking, scraping against the floor, my back is getting wood burns. — come on, Daddy’s cock. Milk me, Baby. Cum on my cock.

My pussy clenches tight and ripples in spasms that cause me so much ecstasy that I scream and two tears roll down my temples. — I’m cumming. - I scream and shudder on the table as my entire body is shaken by pleasure.

— Daddy is going to fill you with his cum. are you ready, baby? are you ready for Daddy's cum?

I open my eyes, gasping as the most intense part of my orgasm fades. I can focus on Joe. I see his flushed, sweaty body fucking me hard and wild as he stands before me and between my spread thighs. his cock thrusts in and out of me, glistening with my juices as our bodies collide fast and hard, making a loud clapping sound in the kitchen.

— I’m ready, Daddy. - I gasp.

I’m on birth control and I want him to cum inside me. I want to feel his release.

Joe throws his head back and screams at the ceiling.

The veins in his thick neck bulge, his grip on my hips makes me shiver, and I gasp as I feel the hot spurt of his cum deep inside my pussy.

— I can feel you, Daddy. - I gasp. — fill me.

He screams again as his hips jerk and his body shudders above me. I watch in awe as he cums inside me. — fuck, Baby. - he moans so deep, long and sweet that it makes my pussy clench against him in response.

He sighs and shudders as the last of his cum pours out of his cock. He then collapses on top of me.

He plants his hands on the table near my waist and leans over me, his head hanging down on my shoulders as he catches his breath.

He stays deep inside my tender pussy. We both catch our breath in silence as I feel his cum leak out of my pussy and drip onto the table.

I don't dare break this moment. I want it to last as long as possible. I'm ready to go again, to have him fuck me again.

To feel his dominance claiming me and giving me earth-shattering orgasms over and over again.

I love watching him take time to compose himself. I love knowing that it was my body and my pussy that gave him so much pleasure. made him cum so hard that it’s taking him a while to compose himself.

Too soon, with a harsh groan, he’s pulling out his flaccid cock. I bite my lip as the cum spills from my pussy and makes a puddle on the table. Joe stares at my wet pussy, stares at his cum leaking out of me, and I see the intense heat in his eyes, see his nostrils flare and his jaw. clench.

— Do you want more, Daddy? - I whisper.

He looks down at me, still bent over me, holding on to the table.

I see the hunger in his eyes, but it feels like that cold wall is coming back in his eyes.

Afraid of losing the heat, afraid of losing my new Daddy, I reach out and slap him hard across the face.

His eyes widen, anger exploding forward, but then it burns with a heat unlike anything he’s ever shown me before. my red handprint marks his cheek.

— Do you want to be punished again? - he growls, and I feel his voice inside my pussy.

— I’ve been so bad. - I reply.

— Slap Daddy again. - he growls low and dangerous, and my pussy shivers.

I swing my hand up and slap him across the face so hard my palm stings.

I lie there, panting, waiting for his response. His eyes are closed, his cheeks are bright red, and he seems to be absorbing the pain.

He grabs me around the waist and lifts me off the kitchen table. I gasp and quickly wrap myself around him as he leads us out of the kitchen and down the hallway, toward his bedroom.

My heart is racing with excitement.

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Chapter 11.

Harvey Russell.

She was so needy for him.

And what a happy man that made me feel.

What started out as an innocent early morning hug turned into this, and Harvey wasn't one to complain. with his back propped up against the bed frame, his hands all over her Doll Bunny, Harvey watched her ride him.

— Betty's Godparents are getting a divorce. - she said suddenly, her chest heaving and her lips parted.

Harvey hummed as I slid my palm up, cupping her breast as he pinched her nipple between his fingers.

— That sounds good. - Harvey murmured, half listening to her words, half ignoring them.

As interesting as divorce might be, I didn't give a shit about it. not when Harvey had his Melanie naked like this, bouncing on his cock, her walls clenching all over his cock. Harvey moved his hand to the other side, giving her left breast the same attention that Harvey gave to her right, as she moans softly.

Harvey thrust up into her, loving the way she whimpered for him as she tilted her head back a little. She rocked against him, her hips moving up and down as she dug her nails into his bare sides. Harvey still couldn’t believe this was life for him and his Step-Niece.

Normal life for them.

Her Godmother caught her Godfather naked in their bed. She told them she was going away for a few days, but came back to surprise them. Instead, they surprised her nicely, Daddy.

This was news to Harvey. although Alice thanked him for telling her, she didn’t mention it. She told him she was leaving him, and that was that. Harvey didn’t realize it was because she had caught Fp like that—Harvey assumed it was because Gp had opened up to her.

Maybe not about Fp’s desire for Goddaughter directly, but something else big. Harvey would never have thought she would catch the two of them—her husband and her Goddaughter—in a position like this.

Her hips are slower now, and even though Harvey shouldn't let his mind go there, it does.

His throat constricts as he swallows hard, and his eyes roam over his Stepdaughter-Niece's nakedness.

If Esme returned now...

Would Harvey push his Melanie away and take Esme back into his arms? or would Harvey toss Esme aside and keep his Melanie with Harvey?

The answer was easy: Melanie.

No matter the question, she would always be the answer.

His Melanie, his Doll.

His.

As if knowing where his thoughts had gone, she leaned forward, pressing her entire bare front to his. Her hands traveled to his, and he wrapped her fingers around his.

— Betty said your Godfather is meeting with a lawyer today. It's all happening so fast, Daddy. - Her voice was now just a soft whisper.

Her nostrils flared as she dug her nails into his wrists, and her wide eyes remained fixed on his.

Fp is already meeting with a lawyer?

Fuck.

Harvey never imagined Alice would divorce him so quickly.

Just as Harvey is about to press Melanie for more, she continues.

— She didn’t catch Betty with Fp, but she caught her husband naked in the bed they slept in together. she demanded a divorce immediately. I was so wet when she told me everything, Daddy. I wanted…

Two words.

Two. simple. words.

Harvey wanted.

Harvey felt his eyes darken as my blood began to burn in his veins.

After that night, the one where all of her became his, they made a promise to each other.

They would never speak of her in each other’s presence.

Sure, they could think of her, but talk about her?

Say her name out loud, in a place where his Melanie had marked me as hers, and Harvey had marked her as his?

No.

That was something Harvey couldn’t do.

His hand slid up in a flash, his fingers around her neck as he squeezed her throat until her eyes widened and she coughed.

— Be careful what you say, Melanie. - he says, in a dry tone.

She grips his hand, so Harvey finally lets go, allowing her to take a deep breath.

Instead of letting go of his hand completely, Harvey moves it to the back of her neck, holding it in place as Harvey thrusts up into her. Hot air shoots out of his nose as Harvey continues, pounding her ass until his little girl is a whimpering mess.

Their sounds of pleasure fill the silence of our room, and it stays that way for a while until Melanie opens her mouth again to speak.

— Divorce her, Daddy. - she manages to say.

Her jaw is set as Harvey stares at her.

But that doesn’t matter to her, considering she keeps talking.

— Let it be you and me, Daddy.

Harvey tilts his head toward her, looking her straight in the eyes.

Wasn’t it you and Harvey, Bunny Doll?

Though the words aren’t spoken aloud, Harvey knows she heard him well. and as if she heard, she answered him.

— I only need you, and you only need me. It's true, you know it's true.

Harvey forced himself to take a deep breath, shaking his head at her, knowing she was right.

Harvey knew it was true.

She only needed him, and Harvey only needed her.

Of course it was true.

Harvey applied a little pressure to the back of her neck as Harvey nodded again.

— Yeah, Bunny Doll. It's you and me until the end. There's no way you're leaving me now, there's no way you're leaving me nown. - he said firmly.

She clenched around him when Harvey said it, whimpering as she dug her nails into his side.

— Never, Daddy. I'll never leave you. - her words were so soft, so sincere and true, that they stirred something inside him.

Something raw.

Something primal.

Harvey didn't think twice about doing this, Harvey had marked her.

With a low groan, Harvey held her in place, emptying his balls inside her tight pussy. Harvey filled her up with his cum, and as she rubbed two fingers around her clit, Harvey felt Melanie cumming with Harvey. she clenched around him, moaning as she rocked her body above his.

It may be reckless, but don't hold back.

Harvey doesn't want to hold back, and it seems she doesn't either.

They agreed after that first time together that they wouldn't do it like that anymore, and for the most part, they've stuck to that.

But after all this... I don't think there's any way they can go on without doing it like that.

Harvey holds her in place with one hand, using the other to pull her closer so that Harvey can crash his lips against hers. she moans into his mouth, and Harvey would be lying if he said I didn't do the same.

When she pulls back to catch her breath, his eyes flick between hers.

Her pupils are dilated, her face is flushed, and her lips are bruised from all the attention they've been getting from him.

Harvey smiled at his Bunny Doll, feeling his heart rate begin to accelerate.

— Daddy, please…

A crease appears between her eyebrows as she leans closer again, pressing her palms to his chest.

Harvey moved his hand to the back of her head, wrapping his fingers around her brown hair and forcing her mouth back to his for a moment.

Another kiss. His lips moved against hers as Harvey forced his tongue into her mouth, his smile stretching across his face as Harvey felt his Bunny Doll rock her hips against his once more.

Harvey slid his other hand up, caressing every inch of her soft flesh before pressing it against her center.

Your. Your. Your.

•••

Chapter 12.

Melanie Garcia Russell.

One Week Later.

I’m starting to get impatient.

She found my call the first time she tried, and now that I’m calling her again, she’s not answering. her phone has been ringing for a while, but there’s still no sign of her.

Just when I think she’s going to hang up on me again or let the phone go to voicemail, she answers.

— Hello, Melanie!

She exclaims from beside me, breathless as always, her voice a little too cheerful.

I chuckle softly as I switch hands, pushing my shoulder up a little so I can hold the phone to my ear better.

— Did I interrupt you and your Godfather? - I say teasingly, wondering if she’s going to tell me the truth or not.

Betty snorts, and I hear her shifting as she closes the door.

— Since when do you want to know everything about me and my daddy, little incest expert?

Little Miss Incest Expert…

She doesn’t know how true that is.

I bite my lip, smiling to myself as I feel my entire face turning red.

Uncle Harvey and I have been together for a while now, but Betty has no idea about it. even though he told me he wouldn’t mind if she knew about us—considering what she and Godfather were doing together—I couldn’t find the right time to tell her.

With everything that had happened: getting closer to Dad, redecorating the house, the divorce, I couldn’t find the time to tell her and I didn’t know how.

— Hello, are you still there? - I clear my throat as I wave, talking into my phone once more as I let it all out.

— At first, he told me he wanted to keep it between us. He didn’t want anyone else to know, but you sent me that video of your Godfather, and my Step-Uncle saw it since he was already in my room. - one thing led to another, and then some, and now that he knows about you two...

I trail off, letting the silence settle in.

Her tone turns anxious, and I already know she knows.

— What the fuck does that mean?!

I smile, pulling the phone away from my ear.

— Whatsapp me.

She does so, and I answer as soon as I see it.

When the call connects and I see her face on the screen, I tilt my phone perfectly so it can capture everything for my best friend to see.

As soon as she sees exactly what I’m showing her, her eyes widen as she brings the phone closer to her face.

— Who is that?!

She squeals as I laugh, running my tongue over the tip of Uncle Harvey’s cock and giving it a kiss.

I shrug as a small smile plays on my lips, turning the camera on my phone. even though I only show her sleeping figure for a second, I know it’s enough time for Betty to recognize him. and when her entire face falls before she starts laughing uncontrollably, I know she recognized the man as my Step-Uncle.

— I thought it was only fair that my Step-Uncle and I should have fun together, considering how much fun you and your Godfather are having.

Her lips are pulled back at the corners, and she stares at me in utter disbelief.

— When did this happen?! why am I only finding out about this now, Melanie?! - she asked indignantly.

I laugh at her reaction, moving the phone so that my Step-Uncle’s dick is no longer in it.

With my other hand, I continue to pump her cock, smiling when I notice her breathing is slowly starting to change.

— Like I said, Uncle Harvey didn’t want anyone to know. and this was long before you and your Godfather happened, Betty.

She sighs, and I can’t help but laugh at her reaction.

— You fucking bitch!

I don’t say anything else as I let Betty continue rambling.

My hand moves faster along Uncle Harvey’s dick, my fingers squeezing the base of it as I nod at her. when I press my thumb to the tip of it to rub all of his pre-cum, he jerks slightly, and a groan leaves him.

Betty stops typing immediately and stares at me with wide eyes again.

— What was that? - I hear Uncle Harvey's voice.

I ignore her and turn to look at the bed.

— Betty’s on the line, Daddy. - I tell him.

He sighs heavily, but there’s a smile on his face that gives it all away.

— Good morning, Betty. - he says, gently squeezing my breast.

Turning to look back at the screen, I see my best friend’s face change expression again as she says, — what the fuck? - to me.

I bite my bottom lip, my smile wide as we both look at each other.

After a few seconds, Daddy reaches down to rub his palm on my bare thigh, getting my attention again.

— Hang up, Bunny Doll. I want to spend some time with you by my side.

On my screen, Betty giggles as she waves at me. — You heard your Daddy! Hang up and go entertain him! - I pull my hand away from him to wave back at her as I end the call.

Taking another quick look, I see Uncle Harvey with his eyes closed again as his breathing slowly calms down. It’s obvious he’s going back to sleep, so I quickly text Betty so I can have a pool party at her house and have them fuck us both.

My eyes move from my phone screen to Uncle Harvey's half-naked skin.

I type my response before tossing my phone aside, giving Uncle Harvey my full attention.

•••

I found Uncle Harvey lying on the couch, and concentrating on the TV.

— What are you watching, Uncle Harvey? - I asked as I sat down next to him.

— Nothing much, Bunny Doll, just watching a stupid show. - he says, turning to look at me.

— What's up, Uncle Harvey? - I asked, starting to touch his shaggy beard.

— I'm just admiring, the beauty of my precious girl. - he says, smiling at me.

— Uncle Harvey, I love you. - I say, getting up to be on top of him.

— I fucking love you too, Bunny Doll. - he says, wrapping his arms around my waist.

— Uncle Harvey, I really like being with you. - I say, touching his cheek.

— Me too, Bunny Doll, let's go out today. - he says, squeezing me tightly.

— Where to, Uncle Harvey? - I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder.

— Surprise, Bunny Doll, it's a very special place that you're going to like a lot. - he says, against my neck.

I feel him kissing my neck, and I feel his cock harden in my pussy.

— Uncle Harvey, be careful not to bite too hard. You know I'm very sensitive. - I say, hugging him.

— I'm just leaving bite marks, so no son of a bitch tries to take you away from me. - he says, pulling his face away from my neck.

— No one is going to take me away from you, Uncle Harvey, I'm yours. and I belong to you. - I say, smiling at him.

— I know you are, Bunny Doll, I was very happy to have you in my arms. and I really regret rejecting you that day. I was a bastard... - he tried to finish saying, but I interrupted him.

— It's okay, Uncle Harvey, you had your reasons for doing that. - I say, taking my finger away from his lips.

— You're an angel, Bunny Doll. - he says, squeezing my breasts.

•••

After Uncle Harvey had fucked me on the couch.

He took me to the bathroom and fucked me twice. We then took a shower.

He had already gotten ready, he told me he was going to get the car out of the garage.

I had already taken a shower and was wearing a short floral dress.

I had put on a dog collar that Uncle Harvey had given me as a gift.

I put on some cherry lip gloss, and let my hair down.

I grabbed a jacket and my purse, and left our room and closed the door.

I went downstairs and checked to see if the house was tidy.

I left the house and locked the front door.

I walked down the last few steps of the stairs and saw Uncle Harvey watching me while holding a pair of binoculars.

I got into the car, and put my bag and jacket on my lap as I put on my seatbelt.

— What's wrong, Uncle Harvey? - I asked, watching him squeeze my thigh.

— You look perfect, Bunny Doll. - he said, digging his nails into my skin.

— Thank you, Uncle Harvey. - I said, thanking him for the compliment.

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Chapter 8.

Harvey Russell.

It wasn't a good move on his part, fuck, Harvey knew it wasn't a good move, but he still went ahead with it.

In my ear, the line is ringing.

Harvey has time to stop all this, Harvey could cut in line if he really wanted to, but I couldn't stop.

Ever since Esme left, Melanie and Harvey...

They've gotten closer.

They've done things that no Step-Uncle and Step-Niece should do together, to each other, with each other.

Harvey loves her, his Melanie, and she loves me.

If it weren't for Esme's decision to leave them, Melanie and Harvey would never have existed.

Harvey loves his little girl.

His Melanie, his Doll.

Sure, she's hard to deal with, but she's his.

All his.

His. his. his.

Everything she has belongs to him, and everything Harvey has to her.

Harey uero the same for Fp and his Goddaughter.

If Elizabeth had recorded the video and felt comfortable enough to share it with Melanie, maybe this would be the perfect push for both of them. If they were left alone, there were so many things they could do.

— Harvey? Is everything okay? - Alice’s soft voice greets me on the other end of the line.

Hearing her tone, his heart starts to race in his chest.

Harvey hates being the one doing all of this.

To be honest, there’s no need, but he’s watched this video more than once.

Harvey has watched Fp tease each other with his Goddaughter’s name, knowing that Liss would be going home to her family, while your wife would be walking away from hers—from us.—on her lips.

If it’s his Goddaughter he really wants, and if Veronica has no complaints about it, maybe this will help them. this can help them be together.

This is exactly what they need.

— Harvey, are you there?

After his wife left us, Alice came by a few times.

Harvey never spoke to her, never left his room when she was around.

It was painful to talk to her, knowing how close she and his wife had become after the girls introduced them to each other, knowing that Alice would go home to her family while your wife would move away from hers—of theirs.

Harvey paused before speaking, thinking about how to put all this into words without ruining things for everyone.

— I know this is very sudden, and I’m sorry to dump all this on you now, but it’s important that you know. are you somewhere safe? somewhere you can sit down?

There’s silence on the other end of the line.

For a second, Harvey thinks she’s ended the call. It’s only when she speaks again that he realizes she hasn’t.

— Harvey, what’s going on? - there’s a slight tremor in her voice, and a small part of Harvey knows that Harvey shouldn’t do this.

Harvey shouldn't tell her this.

Harvey shouldn't be the one to destroy her family.

Lisa should figure this all out on her own, but...

Was Harvey really that much of a bastard?

Yes, Harvey was.

So Harvey didn't waste any more time.

— I'm sorry, Alice. I know this is all very sudden, but I heard Betty talking to Melanie about something. ever since... - Harvey took a deep breath, composing himself before he could continue. — since I've been through something similar, I thought it would be best to tell you this. your Goddaughter isn't telling you this because she's trying to protect you, but it's going to hurt you anyway. the longer this is kept from you, the more it's going to hurt you. and trust me, I know how that feels. I didn't call you to upset you with all this, but to tell you something. - he says, with a serious tone.

Harvey waited for an answer, and it came after a few long seconds.

— Tell me, Harvey. - her voice trembles as she speaks, and Harvey can't help but feel a little sad for her.

But that doesn't stop me from talking.

— Your husband was unfaithful to you, Alice. I'm sorry you're hearing this from me, but your husband won't tell you, and I don't think your daughter will either. I'm sorry you're hearing this from me, but you helped me when... I think you should talk to him. yeah, that's it, Aluce. I'm sorry again. - he finishes.

Her breathing changes as Harvey says it, but I don't want to hear anything else she's going to say.

Harvey can't hear it.

So when a few more seconds pass and she still hasn't said anything, I apologize one last time before ending the call.

Harvey sets his phone down on the counter as I get it ready, letting out a deep sigh. Harvey waits a few minutes to see if she calls him back, but she doesn't. afinally, his phone flashes with a message from her, and as I read it, your stomach drops.

Harvey clears his throat, but the uncomfortable feeling doesn't go away.

Harvey needed to wash this.

Not bothering to answer her, he goes to the fridge and opens the door, grabbing a cold can of beer. as he opens the can, he repeats the words over and over in his head, before finally bringing them to his lips.

Just one drink.

Just one drink.

Just one drink.

Harvey took a sip and groaned almost immediately.

Just one drink. for Melanie’s sake.

His lips curved into a smile, both at the taste of the beer and at the thought of his step-niece.

Harvey glanced at his watch, realized she wouldn’t be home for another six hours, and chuckled softly.

She’ll keep him busy when she gets home, that’s for sure.

Harvey didn’t know if I would tell her what to do—he didn’t know if Alice would tell her husband or daughter about what she’d done—but he left the kitchen with one thought in mind.

What happens now?

•••

Chapter 9.

Melanie Garcia.

It wasn’t like we were the talk of the town… but we kind of were.

Everyone here knew what my mother had done, and everyone here knew what Step-Uncle Harvey had become after she left us. Step-Uncle Harvey was trying to cope as best he could, and even though he had slowed down a lot since all that stuff that had happened between us, he was still a heavy drinker.

everyone around us knew this, so it was no surprise that people would often come up to me, grab my hand, or pull me into a hug as I told them how sorry I was.

My biological parents weren’t dead, but the way everyone was reacting, it was like they were.

I had a mother who left us for a boy only a few years older than me, and a Step-Uncle who was so busy getting drunk whenever I wasn’t around that he managed to forget about her completely.

And even though they didn’t like his drinking, I did. It made things so much more fun for both of us.

Just thinking about us together, the way he came inside me this morning while I was sitting on his lap, the way he had his fingers all over me…

My thighs clench and I’m pretty sure my panties are stained with my cum.

Uncle Harvey and I really did have a lot of fun together, but it’s not like I can tell them any of that.

I look up, take in everyone around me, standing outside the building, and make my decision.

I don't give a shit about being with a man who is old enough to be my father.

What matters is that he loves me and treats me very well, and takes great care of me and protects me.

Fuck it.

I'm not going anywhere. I'd rather stay home with Uncle Harvey.

•••

— Daddy? - I yell as soon as I enter the house.

I wait a few seconds for his answer, but I don't get one.

After closing the door behind me, I throw my bag on the floor and start walking around the house. It doesn't take me long to see him, and when I do, I smile.

He's fast asleep in his armchair.

I move closer to him and kneel on the floor.

It reminds me of that time, when I put my lips on his, and my mouth around his cock. After he came, I got up on shaky legs to go to my bathroom.

That’s when things really started to change between us.

There were a few tears, a few soft words, and then he finally did it. he came to me while I was sleeping, like I came to him when he was too drunk to notice, and things were perfect.

My breathing is heavy as I reach out to take the beer can from his hand. as I pull his fingers away from it, and set the empty can aside, I lean forward to press a kiss to each of his fingers.

Uncle Harvey doesn’t react much, but his fingers twitch slightly beneath my lips.

I smile as I pull away, tilting my head to look at him.

He’s so fucking hot, my Uncle Harvey.

He’s only 42, still a lot older than most dads with daughters my age, but he’s a true DILF and a true Step-Uncle I’ve ever fucked.

And lucky for me, he’s mine.

All mine.

I move closer to him, pressing my palms against his thighs as I rub my hands all over his cock. His cock grows beneath my touch and as always, I long to let him free so I can touch him, make him cum for me.

Not this time.

Instead, I press my cheek against his thigh, sighing softly as I close my eyes.

I don’t know how long I stay in this position. Lying here like this, kneeling for Uncle Harvey.

It’s peaceful. It’s relaxing.

I feel his cock twitch beneath my hands, and my lips spread into a smile. I can’t help but let out a small laugh when I feel the heavy weight of a hand against my head.

His hand.

Uncle Harvey.

He strokes my hair with his fingers before slowly pushing my head away from him. as I sit up properly, he moves his hand so he can cup my face, and I bring my own hands to my lap.

— I didn’t know your class ended so early now, Doll. - his voice is husky, and there’s no denying how hot he looks like this.

I bite back a smile, feeling suddenly shy.

Placing my hand over his, I lean even further into his touch.

— I didn’t go, Daddy. I missed you so much. - I say, smiling at him.

I see the corners of his lips twitch as he tries to contain a smile.

— I figured you wouldn’t, Doll Bunny. - He smiles back.

After he says this, we both sit in silence for a while.

He rubs his thumb across my cheek, his eyes fixed on mine, when suddenly, he moves. he sits up straighter, moving a little closer so he can look down at me.

— Look at you, Melanie. sitting on the floor like that, legs apart, just a skirt and a short blouse... you're every man's wet dream.

His words send a shiver of excitement through me.

I've caught the eye of a few guys in the last two years, but I've never really paid attention to them. the only one I've been after was the man sitting right in front of me.

My Step-Uncle.

And he definitely knows it.

— I may be every man's wet dream, but only one man is lucky enough to have me. - I murmur softly.

Uncle Harvey hums, his eyes trailing lazily down my body.

— You look like a very lucky man.

I smile at him.

— He’s a lucky man, that’s for sure. but I’m just as fucking lucky as he is, if not luckier.

I guess my words mean something to him, because he reaches out, pulls me closer to him, and pulls me onto his lap. he wraps one arm around my back while his other hand runs through my hair, making sure our bodies are pressed tightly together.

In this position, I’m perfectly angled above him.

He’s hard beneath me, and there’s no denying that I’m wet.

My clit throbs and I can feel how slick I am.

My breathing is heavy as I look up at Uncle Harvey from under half-lidded eyes, waiting to see what he’ll do next.

— I can’t get enough of you. - he finally exhales, taking his hand from my hair and cupping my face once more.

I smile at him and wrap my arms around his neck.

— Is that a promise? - I ask him.

I tease.

— You know it is. - he replies, his lips stretched into a wide smile.

He pulls my face closer to his, crashing his lips against mine as I feel myself melt into his touch.

When he finally allows me to pull away from him, I take a deep breath. many times. Uncle Harvey tests his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy but controlled as he looks into my eyes.

His words are so soft, so quiet, that they send shivers down my spine.

— Fuck, my Doll Bunny is so sweet.

•••

Chapter 10.

Melanie Garcia.

I’m halfway up the stairs, ready to head to my room, when I hear my name being called behind me.

— Yes, Daddy? - turning around, I see him at the bottom of the stairs, staring at me.

For a while, he doesn’t speak.

I wait for him to say something—anything—when he finally does. and as he does, I realize he’s left me speechless.

— Stay with me tonight, Melanie. I want you to sleep in my room with me.

My eyes widen when I hear him speak.

Although I’m often in his room, and he’s usually in mine, we don’t actually sleep together. and on the rare occasions we do, we don’t stay in his room. ever.

But if that’s what Uncle Harvey wants…

I swallow hard and nod slowly at him.

The corners of his lips curve into a smile, and I can’t help but smile back.

Soon after, he walks towards me, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he takes my hand in his. so, hand in hand, he and I walk towards his room.

As he pushes open the door to his room, I take a deep, shaky breath. my feet are stuck to the floor, and it's only after Uncle Harvey gently nudges me that I can continue walking. my palm feels clammy against his, but he doesn't say anything about it.

We walk towards the bed (his side) as he lets go of my hand.

I sit up on the bed and lift my head to look at him. his eyes are already on mine, and my throat has suddenly gone dry.

He lifts his hand, pressing his palm against the side of my face, and I immediately lean into his touch. ge strokes my cheek with his thumb as he swallows, and I watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he does so.

Finally, Uncle Harvey opens his mouth to say something.

— I shouldn't have waited so long to bring you here, dear. you should have stayed here with me since that first time. - his voice is low, almost nervous, as he talks to me.

I smile softly at him as I place my hand over his, placing my fingers over each of his.

— It’s okay, Daddy. you brought me here now, and that’s all that matters.

He shakes his head and makes a sound that comes from the base of his throat.

He shifts, kneeling down until his knees touch the floor, as he cups my face between each of his palms. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes briefly before I can open them again.

This time, when I look at him, it feels different.

I don’t know why, but it feels so much more intimate.

Uncle Harvey leans down, resting his forehead against mine, and breathes softly against my lips. My eyes move to his lips, and as he speaks to me, I bite my own.

— It wasn’t right, Melanie. I should never have cast you aside like that, not after that first time, and every time after that. It should have been done from the beginning, as soon as I claimed you as mine. - I shouldn't have waited so long to bring you here with me.

His chest heaves as he speaks, and his breathing becomes heavier.

He moves his hand to tilt my chin up a little. I don’t look at him yet, and he doesn’t seem to mind too much. He runs his thumb along my bottom lip before leaning in even closer, brushing his lips against mine as he speaks softly.

— I love you, Melanie. I need you to know that. I love you, Doll Bunny. always have. always will.

I take a deep breath, lifting my eyes from his lips to his, and soon I feel tears welling up in them.

Releasing my hand from his, I wrap both my arms around his neck and lean in closer. Uncle Harvey moves his hand from my face to my back, holding me tightly, keeping my body pressed against his. my heart races in my chest as I take a few deep breaths, trying to keep my emotions in check. When I feel like I can speak without crying, I turn my head to kiss his cheek, pulling away briefly to whisper in his ear.

— I love you. - I say. — I love you, Daddy. you know I do. - I feel him nod as he begins to rub his palms on my back.

At his touch, my back arches, and I push myself further into him. I’m desperate to feel a little more of him. Uncle Harvey’s hands are all over me, but I can’t get enough of him—I need more. I lean back on the bed, laying down for him as I look up at him.

— I need you.

I exhale, watching him lift himself off the floor and then tower over me.

He places one knee on the bed, leaning down to brush my hair away from my face as he presses his lips to mine, only briefly before pulling away. I tilt my head up for a little more, but he shakes his head at me, so I nod at him.

Uncle Harvey looks down at me and lets out a deep sigh. my lips part as I stare at him. my hands move to his cock, and I gasp at how hard he is for me. I fumble with the zipper, desperate to get it free, when Uncle Harvey stops me. he doesn't let me get very far as he takes my hands in his and removes them from his front.

I swallow the moan that threatens to escape my throat and open my mouth.

I need him so much it hurts.

— Daddy, I need you! please don't keep me waiting.

The words make me sob a little, and his hand is on my face again.

He caresses my face with his thumb, his eyes darting between each of mine. when he speaks, his voice is so low, and it goes straight to my core.

— And you have me, Doll Bunny.

He lowers his head again and captures my lips for another kiss.

I moan in the bedroom—our bedroom—and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, holding him close to me as Uncle Harvey’s hands move all over my body.

He takes his sweet time undressing me, rubbing his palm across my bare flesh, pulling away from my lips to trail kisses all over my face and neck. his hands move lower, groping my breasts, pinching my nipples, and I pull my hands away from him so he can touch me better. His hands are everywhere, touching every part of my body, pressing his lips to my skin.

Finally, when he kneels on the floor, he pushes my legs open for him. he meets my eyes and, with a smile on his face, lowers his head before placing his mouth on me. my eyes roll back into my head. I don't bother to stay quiet, mainly because I know there's no way I can stay quiet, so I wrap my fingers around his hair and ride.

Uncle Harvey’s face.

He runs the tip of his tongue against my clit, swirling it as he takes me into his mouth. He moves his head slightly to the side, making sure there’s some room for his hand to rest on the inside of my thigh as his fingers come closer. He pushes one finger inside me, followed by a second, and I can’t help but moan loudly as I breathe through my mouth when he tries a third.

The urge to come is strong, but I don’t want to do this alone.

I need Uncle Harvey to come with me too.

If he keeps playing with me like this, there’s no way he’ll let me go. he likes to give me as many orgasms as he can, and it’s only after that that he lets himself have his fun.

I can’t do that today, so I pull him up by his hair and close my legs.

I shake my head as I look up at him.

— That’s enough, Daddy. I need you to fuck me now.

I’m breathless and desperate for him to do it.

Although he understands how desperate I am for him, he nods at me and brings his hands to his front.

I could cum just seeing him like this.

He pulls down his pants and takes his cock out.

I lick my lips when I see the pearl of pre-cum at his tip, then look away to face him as he starts to move.

One hand is flat against my side as he leans over me, and the other grips the base of his cock as he leans in front of my pussy.

I swallow hard as I touch Uncle Harvey’s face, waiting for him to enter me completely.

As he leans in, he murmurs in my ear, and it’s then that I feel that familiar stretch of him entering me.

— Anything for my Sweet Doll.

My back arches and I whimper as he presses his thumb against my clit.

As always, it takes me a while to get used to his size.

When he’s really drunk, and even asleep, it’s easy to get my way.

Now that Uncle Harvey was conscious for most of the time we spent together, I was still getting used to the way he liked to fuck me, and he liked to fuck me hard.

He slams his hips into mine.

I bite my lip as I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, knowing how close I already am.

My fingers curl into my palms, and between feeling Uncle Harvey inside me and hearing his voice to me, I don’t think I can hold back much longer.

In fact, I don’t think I can hold back any longer.

— Daddy, I’m gonna...

He doesn’t let me finish.

Instead, he pinches my clit between his fingers and leans down to kiss the pulsing vein under my neck.

— Come for me, Doll Bunny. let me feel my Melanie fall apart for Daddy.

My eyes squeeze shut and I cry out.

My hips jerk and he groans in my ear.

— Don’t stop, Daddy!

Uncle Harvey listens to me.

His movements are faster now. Harder. more messy.

I dig my nails into the bed beneath me, unable to take much more.

I turn my head to the side, crashing my lips to his as I moan into his mouth.

My hips rock against his, and when he suddenly pulls back to hold me in place as he fucks me senseless, I know he’s close.

I keep my legs locked tightly around his hips, but like every time after that first time, he slaps the side of my thigh, and I let go. even though I can feel my pussy clenching around his cock, inviting him to stay, to fill me to the hilt with his cum, he doesn't.

Uncle Harvey pulls out of me.

Behind half-lidded eyes, I watch him clench his fists as he tilts his cock toward my entrance, finally cumming as he cums inside me.

He groans as he cums, and my name leaves his mouth more than once.

My nails dig into the mattress on either side of me, and I bite my bottom lip, watching him, feeling him.

When it’s all over, he smiles at me as he leans down, brushing my hair away from my face.

I feel my heart start to race again.

He rolls onto his side and flops down on the bed next to me, his arm around me.

I turn my body, pressing my face into the crook of his neck as I wrap my arms around his chest. my breathing is heavy, and my entire body is flushed.

I squeeze my thighs together, loving the way I can feel the evidence of Uncle Harvey’s love spread between my legs.

I sigh softly as I smile against his skin.

— I love you, Daddy. - I tell him quietly.

His fingers are on my forehead, gently brushing back and forth as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. I push my face deeper into his neck when he tries to get me to pull away so I can look at him. ehen he realizes I won’t move, he chuckles softly and pulls me even closer to his body.

— I love you, Doll Bunny. - Uncle Harvey tells me, turning his head to press his lips to my forehead. — I’ll never stop loving my Melanie. - he says, his other hand stroking my hair.

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Chapter 5.

Harvey Russell.

Fuck.

Harvey knew how wrong this was, but I still didn't stop drinking a little more.

It didn't stop him from remembering the way she sucked his cock like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted, or the way I came in that warm mouth of hers.

It didn't stop him from remembering the way she placed her soft lips on his and thrust, sliding her sweet tongue across his.

It didn't stop him from remembering when he first noticed the fingernail marks on his skin and realized what we'd done last night, what they'd done to each other.

It didn't stop him from pulling out his cock, with a beer in one hand and spit in the other, while jerking him off with long, slow thrusts, asking him how the fuck his Melanie grew up thinking it was normal to want her Step-Uncle as her man.

Harvey couldn't stop thinking about that pathetic excuse she'd given me this morning for skipping school.

Bleeding.

Melanie was bleeding because Harvey had fucked her last night.

Harvey had fucked that little girl so hard last night that she was bleeding and couldn't go to school. any other man, any other good man, would have been terrified to know that fact. but Harvey?

Knowing that Harvey had fucked his Step-Niece, and still bleeding, made his cock hard again.

And for that reason alone, I didn't stop him from going back upstairs to Melanie's room. every inch of his brain told him it was wrong, wicked even, but the rest of his body screamed for her.

Harvey simply didn't know that it was her, his Melanie, who Harvey was looking for.

Harvey is a little unsteady when I get to her room, leaning on the side of the doorframe to keep from swaying as I stare at her unconscious body sprawled on the floor.

Absently, Harvey wonders if that's why she touches him while I sleep. there's a kind of power in him watching her from afar, her body so naked and vulnerable and unaware of his predatory gaze. It sends a low hum through his body, knowing that I can take her any way I want without her struggling in this unconscious state. not so absentmindedly, he realizes that he doesn't care one bit why she touches him while Harvey sleeps.

She chooses to touch him one way or another and that's all that matters. she enjoys herself and so does Harvey.

It's that simple.

Maybe Harvey would be easy for her to touch while Harvey slept, barely responding from all the booze he drank. stepping forward into the room, he caught a familiar scent in the air.

But he looked down at his hands, saw that I had nothing there, and realized that the only reason her room would smell like his booze is because his Melanie had been drinking.

Harvey didn't know whether to feel sad or bad about the situation, knowing that she was drinking because of him and his refusal of her. but seriously, what could Harvey have done? If Harvey had said yes, Harvey could have been made to look like the predator.

And because Harvey said no, his sugar spent the night crying and drinking. kneeling on the floor, I brushed her dark brown hair aside and stroked her cheeks.

She had tear tracks running down her face and there was a bit of drool on the sides of her lip. Harvey picked it up with his thumb, bringing it to his lips before sucking the moisture away.

Sweet and sour, just like your Melanie.

Harvey pressed a soft kiss to either side of her lips before pulling away, smoothing her hair back and running his hands over her bare shoulders and arms.

Trailing his fingers along the sides of her waist, he pulled her shorts down and salivated at the sight. She was naked, no panties in sight. Harvey breathed heavily through his nose before kneeling down and positioning himself. If I'm going to hell, I might as well have some fun before I go.

Harvey dove in, parting her lips with his fingers and licking her center. Immediately, a low moan escaped her throat as Harvey gripped her between his fingers.

His tongue reached for her clit and Harvey looked up, watching her chest rise and fall with each lick he gave her sweet pussy. her wetness dripped from her tight hole and Harvey watched, waiting for a sign that she was coming to, as he sucked around her clit.

It takes a moment for Melanie to finally move. Her hips buck beneath his mouth and Harvey moves his hands behind her, gripping her soft flesh and pushing her up against his mouth.

Harvey tastes her, all flesh and woman and a little metal, and when he thrusts his tongue into that sweet hole of hers, the barest of sounds escapes her pretty pink lips.

She whimpers as she moves her head from side to side, facing the wall where Harvey had kept her pinned just a few hours ago. I thought it would freak me out if Melanie woke up and saw him in her room like this, but there’s nothing else Harvey wants her to see.

Harvey wants her to see what he’s doing to her, to see how responsive her body is to him, so Harvey can prove to her that Harvey wants this with her.

Harvey wants them both, and no matter how awful it gets.

Like a man on a mission, I continue to lick his Step-Niece's pussy and watch her react as I do so.

She is so responsive to his touch. Little sounds of pleasure escape her mouth and her head lolles a little more. Harvey is sure she will wake up at any moment, so Harvey pins her arms under her legs, pulling her even closer to his mouth as he spits, sucks and licks her sweet pussy all at once.

Her honey drips from her lips down to his chin, but Harvey can't get enough of her.

— What?

Melanie’s eyes fly open as she watches him take her into his mouth. Harvey hasn’t stopped licking her, not when she pulls away from him, and not when she sighs sleepily, blinking her eyes to clear the vision in front of her.

With a shift of his hips, Harvey has her down and swiped his tongue over her clit. Her moans fill the silent room as she begs him for more.

Harvey pulls back to look at her, rubbing his thumb over her slit before kissing her pussy and continuing to push his girl over the edge of pleasure.

— You’re sweet as sugar, Melanie. that’s what it’s all about.

Her thighs clench and she cries out, squeezing her thighs around his head as she sobs with her release.

— Oh, Uncle Harvey.

Melanie's head is thrown back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, tears falling from her closed eyes as she whimpers and tightens her grip on his hair.

She's breathless as she rides out her orgasm, chasing the pleasure. Harvey flicks his tongue over her clit a few times before he jerks away, her fingers tightly wrapped in his hair as she pulls him to her face.

Harvey leans down, giving his girl what she wants as Harvey grinds himself into her. Another moan leaves her mouth and her wetness soaks his shorts. Harvey kisses her, the taste of her cum on his tongue.

She doesn't hesitate to wrap her tongue around his, licking against him as she tastes herself. Harvey grinds harder against Melanie as his mind reels from what they've just done. What he's still doing.

Harvey cupped her face between his fingers and squeezed gently. she let out a soft moan and the vibration made her chest shake. Harvey pulled away from her and glanced at his Step-Niece. moving his eyes even lower, he saw the mess she had made.

It sucks, Harvey knows it is, but Harvey likes to see her mess. It just reminds me of what Harvey is capable of giving her.

Melanie pulls her hand away as she looks away from her pussy to her face.

She's not smiling.

In fact, her perfectly clean eyebrows are furrowed, as if she's confused as to why Harvey is here with her in her room.

She opens her mouth and sobs.

She. fucking. sobs.

Harvey doesn't know what to do, and for a second, I panic. then, with quick thinking. I sit up and scoop her up in my arms, holding her tightly. leaning against the bed frame, he tilts his head up and stares helplessly at the ceiling.

Had Harvey read the signs wrong?

Oh, God, he prayed he hadn't. Harvey couldn't have messed up so quickly.

— I'm sorry. - Harvey says, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

She makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a cry before she speaks.

— Don't be. I'm not mad or anything, it's just... it's just a lot.

She takes another deep breath.

— I just didn't expect you to actually touch me back, Uncle Harvey. I thought I'd have to explain a little more after what you said to me, I didn't think you'd come back.

She pulls away and looks up, looking at him. Harvey doesn't know if it's the way she's looking at Harvey or the way their bodies fit so perfectly together, but his dick is hard as fuck right now.

— I thought you hated me for all of this, Uncle Harvey

Harvey is shaking his head at her before the words are completely out of his mouth. How could she think that? she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

— I could never hate you, sweetie. You’re the apple of my eye, the reason I breathe and live, Melanie. how could I hate you?

She whimpers before diving back into his arms. Her tears soak his shirt and Harvey kisses her through her messy hair.

— I love you, Melanie. I always have and I always will. that’s never going to change for me, okay?

She nods against his chest and wraps her arms around his neck. they’re so incredibly close to each other and Harvey just wants to stay like this with Melanie always in his arms.

— I’m sorry about all of this, Melanie. I didn’t want your mom to leave. If I knew how to deal with this, I would have tried. I would have tried to be a better uncle to you. Honestly, dear. And I know you miss her, we both do, but... - he says, but interrupted

— I don't! - she shouted.

Suddenly she screams next to his ear.

— I don't miss her, I hate her! I hate her for what she did! she left, Uncle Harvey. she left us for a boy only a few years older than me! She left and I hate her so much for it!

Melanie screams against his chest and Harvey feels her wetness all over his body. she wraps her arms even tighter around his neck as Harvey comforts her, trying his best to keep her safe in his embrace.

When she starts to breathe normally again, Harvey pulls her away from him and lifts her chin, making sure his girl's eyes are on him.

Her lips tremble before she speaks.

— I fucking hate her, Uncle Harvey. and I don't miss her, I miss you.

Harvey swallows hard against the sudden dryness in his throat and the safety closer once more. With his girl against him, Harvey brushes her hair back and stands up, laying them both on the bed. smela is right to miss you, since esme is gone, i haven't been home much to spend time with melanie. and the times i have been home, i've spent it drinking.

With her bare pussy against his cock and her nipples pushed against his chest, he can see the few signs that harvey might have messed up as uncle.

Heaving a deep sigh, he rubs his hand over her face before tightening his grip on melanie's body. her breathing has slowed and she'll be asleep soon. closing her eyes, trying to do the same. we can deal with all of this tomorrow.

•••

Chapter 6.

Melanie Garcia.

I wake up in my bed with my shorts back on. He had cleaned me up before he left, sometime during the night or early this morning.

It hurt to know he had left while I was sleeping, but I wasn't going to let that be another problem that came between us. after brushing my teeth and pulling on an oversized t-shirt, I head downstairs to the kitchen.

When I enter, I notice that Uncle Harvey has his back to me and is staring at the table. I swallow hard before clearing my throat, making my presence known.

— Good morning, Uncle Harvey. - I say softly, waiting for a response.

He lets out a morning husky sound before moving from his seat at the table. he stands up immediately, heading towards the stove to turn on the gas while rummaging through our cupboards, looking for food.

— How about I cook you something today? What do you feel like eating, Doll? - he asks.

I groan inwardly at what he is doing. partly because we don't have any more food in the cupboards, but also because he's trying wasting time, getting busy before a confrontation can happen on either side.

— Can we talk, please? - I begged him.

Tired of whatever he was trying to do instead of addressing the very blatant elephant in the room. We both know what I’m referring to, he just doesn’t seem to want to address it.

He turns off the gas to the stove and leans against the kitchen counter.

— Uncle Harvey. - I say before crossing my arms over my chest.

Slowly, he turns around. He still doesn’t look at me. He doesn’t look at me.

I let out an exasperated sigh and took a step forward. there was nowhere for him to go. #?standing close to him, so close that there was barely an inch of space between us, I reached my hand up to touch his face.

His brows are furrowed as he keeps his gaze cast down to the floor.

I rub my thumbs over his eyebrows, smoothing out the lines there, and kiss him on the side of his stubbly cheek. he hasn't shaved in a few days.

— Please, look at me. - I manage to whisper, still stroking his face with my thumb.

He listens to me, lifting his head and then his eyes, I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he looks at me, really looks at me. cupping his face between my palms, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him squarely on the lips.

We didn’t shy away from this last night and I’m not going to let him shy away from it today.

— Melanie. - he says, my name.

He sighs and tries to push me away from him. I don’t move.

— No. you came to my room last night, Uncle Harvey, you. I didn’t make you come and I definitely didn’t make you perform oral sex on me. It was all you. so why are you acting like this today?

He clenches his jaw as he continues to stare at me. Uncle Harvey doesn’t speak until he does, and I feel my stomach tighten in response to his words.

— Do you want this? all of it? - he asks.

My heart races and my lips part.

Do I want this? all this with Uncle Stepfather Harvey?

Uncle Harvey must see the question in my eyes because he continues, deciding to give me an option out.

— You tell me no now, Melanie, and I promise you’ll come back. you’ll act like this. - he gestures between him and me. — has never happened. I promise I won’t act weird if you say no.

He steps forward, but so do I, pushing so far into him that my breasts are right against his chest. there’s a familiar hardness against my lower belly and I can’t help but stand on my tiptoes, brushing my tongue against his jaw before whispering in Step-Uncle Harvey’s ear.

— What if I say yes?

Big hands wrap around my wrist before moving my own hands inside Uncle Harvey’s pants. He’s been inactive today and I palm him, loving the way his familiar nakedness feels against my hand. He grows with each stroke and opens my palm.

— What if you say yes.

He takes his hand off my wrist.

— Then this pussy.

A touch between my legs.

— This body.

A touch on my breasts.

— This mouth.

A touch on my lips.

— That's all.

His arms wrap around me.

— You.

He pulls me close to his chest and holds me there.

— You’ll be mine.

He leans his face over mine, our lips perfectly aligned.

— And there’s no turning back.

Tilt my head to him, I make my final decision and give my answer.

— Yes. - I sigh. — of course, Daddy.

He wastes no time in claiming my mouth. His hand comes to my face as he grips me between his jaw, holding me in place for him as Uncle Harvey presses into me even more incredibly hard. a moan escapes as he pulls away from my lips to suck on my jaw. his warm mouth moves even lower, passing over my neck and collarbones, until he’s between the valley of my breasts.

He places a single kiss there, against the rumble of my chest, before moving back up.

— Will you be here for me? always?

He murmurs against my ear as he pulls my shirt off. the cold hits me immediately and my nipples harden, Uncle Harvey's tongue immediately darts out to lick them, his warmth making me soft once more.

— Always. - I sigh. — you’ll always have me. - I say, smiling.

He pulls away from my breasts, lifting his head to cup my face in his palms as he tilts my head up, lowering his to meet mine in the middle as he places a soft kiss on my lips.

I moan against him and push myself into him. Uncle Harvey is being a tease because only seconds later, he pulls away from me, breathing heavily as he holds me close.

— And you’ll always have me. - he says, cupping my face.

Heat spreads through my body as I help Uncle Harvey remove his own clothes. when he’s standing in front of me, naked with his cock hard and glistening with precum, I take a step back and swallow against the tightness in my throat.

— I’m not her. - I say, talking about my mother. I accidentally blurt it out in a moment of weakness. Uncle Harvey doesn’t miss a beat as he steps forward to hold me.

— I’m not going to ask you to be her. I’m happy with you and you’re the one I want. You’re the one I need, Melanie. — he says.

His thumbs dip into the band of my shorts as he pulls them down. then, we’re both naked in our kitchen, rubbing against each other’s bodies as heavy breaths leave us. Uncle Harvey lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, kissing him.

He walks to the center of the kitchen, laying me down against the table with a kiss on my throat. I blush when I realize Uncle Harvey is looking right at me.

— I have a lot of things to do.

I nod, my lips parting, and I wait for his next move. I’m tingling with anticipation of what he’ll do next.

His thick fingers trail down my sides before settling on my neck.

He presses there, feeling my pulse beneath his fingers, and leans into me.

— Lay back and enjoy this, Baby Doll. Let me show you how a real man does it.

Uncle Harvey murmurs against my lips.

My heart races in my chest as I nod at him. this is what I’ve been waiting for, for Uncle Harvey to finally take the lead.

He spits into his palm and grabs his long cock, rubbing it all over before teasing me. He doesn’t enter me. Instead, he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit, and as much as I love the feeling of it, I wish he would just move so he was inside me.

— Just fuck me already. - I whine at him.

— Do you want Daddy to fuck you? to stay inside you?

Yes, please, Uncle Harvey.

— Please fuck me, Uncle Harvey. fuck your little girl.

We both gasp as he wastes no time in doing just that. eyes locked on each other, Uncle Harvey continues thrusting as his head drops and his breath comes in short, choppy sounds.

I feel that familiar stretch of his cock entering me and I moan, my back lifting off the table as he pulls out completely before slamming back inside me again. we are both in a state of pure pleasure as Uncle Harvey gives and I receive, our sounds filling the room.

— Watch us, Melanie. Watch me take you. Watch Uncle take you. You’re going to cum around Daddy’s cock like a good little girl, aren’t you, Baby Doll?

I’m waving him off before he finishes his sentence. My eyes move down to where we’re both connected, watching in awe as he thrusts in and out of me, plowing so hard I’m sure he’s going to make me bleed again.

— Fuck, Uncle Harvey.

It feels so hot. and it feels so hot. we’re both connected on his cock and there’s nothing, not even a condom, acting as a barrier to separate us from each other.

My hips move in time with his thrusts and soft gasps escape my mouth.

— I’m close, Uncle Harvey. so close.

He quickens his pace and his thumb rubs circles around my shaft. I can’t breathe.

Fuck.

I feel my pussy clench around Uncle Harvey as I finally come. He thrusts into me, so hard and deep, and then he collapses on top of me, grabbing my face and kissing me with all his strength. I feel his cock twitch inside me and then he fills me with his cum.

I moan and thrust my tongue into Uncle Harvey’s mouth, my pussy still convulsing around him. Breathing heavily, Uncle Harvey pulls away from me and pulls away. We both make sounds at the loss of each other’s bodies. His hot cum, mixed with mine, drips from my pussy as Uncle Harvey pushes two fingers inside me and forces them back in.

— On your knees, Melanie, with your head down.

I do as he tells me and move, loving the way my pussy squirts with my cum and his as I turn around, getting on all fours before lowering my head. My body sparks as I realize this is how Uncle Harvey found me two nights ago in his bed.

— Are you ready to go again, Doll? ready for Uncle to fuck you one more time?

He palms my ass and spreads my cheeks with his thumb. one day, I'm going to let Uncle Harvey have that hole too.

— Always ready for you, Uncle Harvey.

He grabs a fistful of hair, pulling me back as he claims my lips once more. his fingers dip into my pussy and he curls them upward, making me moan. I ride his fingers as his cock rubs between our bodies. a blush spreads across my body as I realize how shameless I'm being for Uncle Harvey. that doesn't stop me from digging my nails into him, moaning as I near my orgasm.

He releases me and I moan at the loss of his touch on me.

— Uncle Harvey!

Uncle Harvey chuckles before flipping me over onto my stomach, slapping my bare flesh as I cry out. he lines himself up perfectly behind me, spreading my ass as he spits there, and enters me with a low groan.

— This pussy is mine, Melanie, and I'm going to make it cum whenever I want. got it?

— Sure, Uncle Harvey. I understand.

I let out a moan. he squeezes my flesh even tighter before pulling out of me completely. He makes me wait and I can feel his eyes burning into me.

— Ready for this, Doll?

Uncle Harvey finally lets out the word as his voice cracks with desire.

I nod my head against the table, waiting for him to enter me again.

— I’m always ready for you, Uncle Harvey.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum inside me again. the table shakes under his movements and I’m sure I’ve dripped so much that we’ll need a new tablecloth to replace this one.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I’m panting. Uncle Harvey keeps moving inside me and I feel his lips against the small of my back. His lips curve at the feel of him there, remembering how he did the same thing just two nights ago.

Just two nights was enough to change the dynamic of our relationship and I wasn’t complaining at all. just having Uncle Harvey by my side, inside me, was all I ever wanted. and all I'll ever need.

•••

Chapter 7.

Harvey Russell.

Her pussy tastes so sweet.

Harvey savors the taste of his little girl, flattening his tongue against her as Harvey collects her juices, sucking and licking her all over.

His cock is hard and heavy against his thigh, and when his Step-Niece lets out a moan from those soft lips of hers, I feel the pre-cum dripping from his tip. he's never wanted her so much before. Harvey can't help but groan against her wetness, feeling the vibrations rock through her core as she drips onto her bed.

Harvey holds her legs open so Harvey can feast on her, and feast on her good.

Her juices are smeared all over his face, between her thighs, and on the bed beneath their bodies.

Even though Harvey has been at it for hours, he can't stop.

She's so addictive.

— Shit, baby. you're soaking wet. - his voice is barely a murmur as he pulls him away from her, exchanging his mouth for his thumb, rubbing it along her slit while pressing the soft tip of it against her clit.

Her hips rock against his touch, even in this state.

She's always so responsive, even when she's like this.

Harvey raises his eyes to hers, but she doesn't look at him and doesn't respond.

Harvey can't help but chuckle softly as I run your other palm over the soft flesh of her bare thighs.

No wonder she's so quiet, his Harvey is fast asleep.

Harvey lets out a heavy sigh as he wraps his hands around each of her thighs, holding her open for him so that Harvey can bury his face between them once more.

Harvey moans at the scent of her, and the feel of her thighs against either side of his face. His mouth waters as he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with all of her. as Harvey licks Melanie, he takes her clit between his lips, sucking gently, swirling his tongue around it. her legs tremble around his head as a soft sigh escapes her. Harvey knows he's waited too long. Harvey can't wait any longer. Harvey needs to take her now,

Her hand goes to the front of his pants as she gropes his hardness, taking in her sweet scent. as soon as I pull down the waistband, I weigh his cock out of his pants and stand up to its full height.

Her mouth goes dry as I look at her sugar on her bed like this.

Her brown hair is spread out all over the bed.

Her cheeks have turned pink.

Her entire lower half is on display for Harvey.

Harvey thought about taking off her shirt, but that would take

A little more work, and I was sure she would wake up if Harvey tried. It would be fun if they were both awake together from the start, but this is more fun.

Besides, it's late and I've kept her awake most nights already.

His Melanie deserves at least a full night's sleep every now and then.

Harvey just hopes she stays asleep for the rest of this.

Harvey rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, bringing it closer to her slit, when he heard a faint buzzing sound.

Harvey immediately pulled away from her, noticing the way her phone flashed with a notification in her bedside drawer.

Harvey frowned.

It was past midnight here, and Harvey knew he shouldn’t be messing with her this late when she had somewhere to be tomorrow, but who thought it was okay to text his Step-Niece at this time of night? Harvey reached over and grabbed her phone, unlocking it to see what the notification was about.

It was a text from her friend, Elizabeth, and when it loaded, I realized she had sent a video to Melanie. I clicked on it, stared at the dark screen, when I finally heard something.

Porn.

A lump formed in his throat—the same as the one in his other hand—and his eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him.

This wasn’t any kind of porn; it was Godfather-Goddaughter porn.

His cock twitched in his palm.

Why was Elizabeth sending this to Melanie?

Did her Step-Niece tell her friend what she and Harvey were doing?

Her heart clenches painfully in her chest.

No.

Melanie wouldn't betray his trust like that. she wouldn't do something like that without telling him first.

She. wouldn't do that.

She wouldn't explicitly talk about this new... event that had happened between them a few weeks ago, but Harvey had made it very clear that he wanted this to stay between them, and only us.

His little girl wouldn't betray him like that.

It's only when the screen zooms in that he can see a little more. It's not as dark as before, but it's still a little dark. but even in the darkness, I can make out the very obvious movement of a man jerking his cock.

And as he shoots his cum, panting as he watches whatever it is he watches, Harvey realizes why Elizabeth sent this video to his Melanie.

The man in the video isn't just any man.

He's her Godfather.

His heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest.

His cock, however, has other plans.

As the video loops, and plays from the beginning again, Harvey clenches. Harvey watches him touch himself, touching himself as he does, and glances between the screen of her phone and the sleeping figure of his Step-Niece.

Harvey never thought of Melanie that way, but Fp...

Of course he has Elizabeth.

Harvey may not know her Godfather well, but I know his voice well enough to recognize it as belonging to the man in the video.

The man who screamed his GoddDaughter's name as he came...

Fuck.

Harvey didn't realize that Fp was just as crazy as Harvey didn't realize that he wanted his Goddaughter that way.

Harvey wondered how things might have been different if Harvey had been the one who wanted her first.

It still doesn't make sense why Verônica sent that video to Melanie.

Locking her phone, Harvey slid it into his pocket as he tucked his cock back into his pants. Harvey could deal with this later. for now, Harvey looked at his Melanie.

Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, and her entire face was now flushed. her eyebrows were relaxed, and Harvey knew she was enjoying this little bliss Harvey had given her by putting his mouth on her.

Leaning down, I adjusted her shorts and pulled them over her waist. Harvey didn't think about it before he did it, Harvey pressed a soft kiss to his Step-Niece's lips. that soft kiss became a little more passionate, and slowly Harvey felt her lips move against his as another small moan escaped her.

Before Harvey could let this continue, Harvey pulled away from her and rubbed his palm against the side of her thigh. when Harvey is sure she's fallen asleep again, I stand up, ready to leave her room and go to his.

He gropes the front of his pants again, feeling how hard it all makes him.

Harvey can ask her about that video when she's properly awake to answer his questions.

Sweet dreams, Doll.

•••

Melanie Garcia.

— Melanie. — I hear Uncle Harvey calling from somewhere downstairs.

— Yes, Uncle Harvey? - I ask.

There’s a small pause before he speaks again.

— Come here for a minute. - he says.

I nod, even though he’s not here to see me, and take another look at myself in the mirror.

It’s been a while since I’ve been back at school, and I don’t want to think about how everyone will react when I do. the special treatment I’ve been getting from Uncle Harvey has been mind-blowing, but the one from my team and classmates, not so much.

So, with one last look at myself, I take a deep breath…

I make sure my shirt is tucked into my skirt, and that my skirt is a few inches higher than it needs to be. spinning around, I laugh softly before grabbing my bag and leaving my room.

I bet Uncle Harvey will love seeing me dressed like this.

As I walk down the stairs, I find him sitting in his armchair, one of my favorite places to find him.

The place where I gave him countless blowjobs, the place where he got so drunk he had no idea of the things I was doing to him there.

Here, I could do whatever I wanted to him.

Here, I could do whatever I wanted to him.

Here, he came all over my hands, in my mouth, and on my body.

You see why I love meeting him here.

— Yes, Uncle Harvey? - I say breathlessly as I drop my bag on the floor and take a step toward him.

— Is there something I should know, Doll? maybe something interesting you want to share with me?

I stop to think for a moment and then nod almost immediately.

I feel my entire face starting to turn red.

Ever since Uncle Harvey and I…

I’ve been having dreams about him, dreams about us.

Sometimes they seem so real that if I reached them, I’d find Uncle Harvey right there in my bed with him.

But he only touched me once while I was sleeping.

He told me that was the only time he had ever touched me while I was sleeping in bed, but I didn’t quite believe him.

I could feel his fingers on my body, his mouth on my skin, his voice in my ears.

There’s no way I could have dreamed about this every time I felt him with me.

But if he doesn’t feel comfortable enough to tell me the truth yet, I won’t push him. maybe he’s just too embarrassed to tell me, because there’s a kind of power that comes with watching and touching someone while they’re sleeping.

You can have them any way you want, and they’re too distracted to react, maybe even fight back.

Not that I would say no to him if he really was touching me while I was sleeping…

— Melanie? - his soft voice pulls me from my thoughts, so, shaking my head slightly, I clear my throat before answering.

— No, Uncle Harvey, there’s nothing like that.

I’m breathless, and as if I know why, he smiles at me.

He nods at me, and I realize it’s because of what I said. for some reason, I feel like he doesn’t believe me.

— Why all these questions, Uncle Harvey? - I ask, taking another step toward him, loving the way he trails his eyes all over my fully clothed body.

Even though he hasn’t said anything about the way I’m dressed today, I know he likes it. as much as he loves that I’m a Uncle’s girl, he loves me even more on the days I decide to go to school.

When he finally takes his eyes off my body, he speaks.

— Tell me about you and Elizabeth. what kind of things do you girls talk about? - he asks softly.

I tilt my head to the side, feeling a depression forming between my eyebrows.

Betty?

Why is he asking me about her?

We met years ago, one day in detention, and even though she was a year older than me, she was cool. we became close around my 14th birthday, and we've been inseparable ever since.

I don't know why he's asking me about her now.

— We talked about a lot of things. why this sudden interest? - I asked, almost feeling a sweat on my forehead.

My stomach tightens and I feel a little insecure because of all his questions.

I think he realizes how all this is making me feel, because he stops asking me anything else and shakes his head, offering me an answer to my question.

— There's no reason, Doll. I was just curious. - he says.

Slowly, he lowers his hand to his side as he fishes something out of his pockets. When he pulls it out completely, I sigh.

— Why do you have my phone? - I asked nervously.

I ask him.

I couldn't find it anywhere after I woke up.

There was a small part of me that thought he might have had it, since I felt like he was in my room last night, but since he didn't say anything about it, I didn't either.

I assumed he had lost it somewhere, but I don't think so.

Uncle Harvey had my phone the whole time, which proves one thing.

He comes to me while I sleep.

I smile at the thought as he tilts his chin up at me.

— Come here and I’ll show you why. - he orders.

As he speaks, his lips twitch at the corners.

I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I should accept, since I know how things go between us whenever I sit on his lap.

It only takes me a second to make up my mind, and once I do, I decide to go for it.

Sneaking even closer until his knees hit the front of my legs, I smile at him. he offers me his hand, and I take it as I turn around, wrapping it around my waist before I sit comfortably on his lap.

I can already feel how hard he is.

He brings my phone in front of me, opening it to the conversation between Veronica and me as he clicks on an attachment. It’s a video.

— What’s this? - I ask him as the video starts playing.

But as it loads and I watch everything play out on the screen, my lips part.

He doesn’t need to explain anything to me.

I see it all happening before my eyes.

— Holy shit. - I sigh as I take my phone in my own hands, bringing it even closer to my face. — I can't believe this!

No wonder Uncle Harvey is asking me all these questions, he probably thinks Veronica sent this video because of me, because of us...

He probably thinks I told her everything that happened between us, and that's why she sent me this video.

But that's not the case, because I still haven't told my best friend about us. and that happened because of something else entirely.

A while back, we shared some dirty desires that we each had, and they involved each of my Step-Uncle and his Godfather in one way or another.

That...that was one thing, but this...this is something else entirely.

It's so obvious that this is Fp in the video. the man who is touching himself, watching porn while cumming, is Fp.

Her Godfather.

We never spoke about that moment again, but I think it must have been on her mind ever since she decided to send me this video.

When he starts playing again, Uncle Harvey places his hands on my hips, rocking my body against his. his hardness is so obvious beneath me like this.

— Daddy. - I start to say breathlessly, feeling my wetness seep through the material of my panties. —you know I'm going to be late if we keep this up!

He breathes heavily against my neck as he continues to play with me, ignoring my words as he presses a kiss to my skin.

My body shivers, and I find myself leaning back towards him, resting my head on his shoulder as I raise my eyes to meet his.

— It's okay, Doll. I'll make it quick and then I'll let you go. - he says, his tone calm.

Even though I know I shouldn't, and that it's getting late, I nod at him.

Pleased with me, he smiles and makes an appreciative noise that comes from the base of his throat. that alone immediately makes me feel ten times more aroused.

Uncle Harvey’s hand slides away from my hips as he unzips my pants, and I feel his length against my bare thighs. I swallow hard, and let my phone fall to my lap after I lock the screen. he then palms my skin, pushing my panties aside as he positions his length at my entrance, before both hands go to each thigh as he holds me open like this. I place my hands over his and take a deep breath.

Uncle Harvey pushes in.

A moan immediately escapes me.

Behind me, he breathes heavily, and his hot breath tickles my ear. his hips rock beneath me, and I feel my wetness leaking all over my body.

He chuckles when I turn my head, trying desperately to press my lips to his. as he pulls away from me, I let out a frustrated sound, and he digs his fingers deeper into each of my thighs.

— You like cumming on Daddy’s cock, don’t you, Baby Doll? - he asks.

I nod, even though I shouldn’t.

Admitting it will only make this whole thing longer, and Uncle Harvey knows it. He knows how to play with my body, and he knows how to play with it well.

— I’m going to be late, Daddy! I have to go.

My breathing is heavy as my eyes dart between his.

He hums, reaching between my legs as he thrusts upward into me.

I bit back a moan as I felt myself tighten around him.

— This isn’t going to be good, is it, Baby Doll?

He’s teasing me, teasing me because he already knows the answer.

He looks at the desperation on my face and chuckles.

He rocks his hips against mine a little more, thrusting into me as all sorts of sounds come out of our mouths. as I get desperate, I dig my nails into his flesh as I beg him to let me come.

The faster he does this, the faster I’ll come, and I know he will too.

He always comes after me and makes sure I never leave without coming first.

Finally, Uncle Harvey pinches my clit between his two fingers, and I can’t help but cry out as I feel myself breaking for him. my entire body turns red as Uncle Harvey groans in my ear, rubbing circles around my sweet spot to ease the slight ache.

— Good girl, Baby Doll. your pussy is squeezing my whole cock so well.

My body shudders against his before falling limp as I feel him lift me by the hips, cumming all over the back of my bare thighs.

As he soils me, I sigh happily.

His heartbeat is strong against my body, and for a few long minutes, we stay in that position together. Uncle Harvey brushes his fingertips all over the front of my bare thighs as he presses a kiss to the side of my neck.

I only notice the time when my eyes accidentally find the clock.

— Shit, I’m going to be late!

I don’t waste another second and stand up and move away from his lap, cursing as I feel his cum dripping down my legs.

Uncle Harvey gently offers me his hand, and since there’s nothing else here to use, I take it. He runs his fingers along both sides of my thighs, gathering the cum so that I’m clean. When he’s done, I thank him.

— Bye, Melanie. Have a good day at school. - he says, settling himself on the couch.

I smile and raise my hand to wave at him.

— Bye, Uncle Harvey.