I was getting close to cumming, but Jim’s moan under me shifted my focus. He was close, too, eyes closed and seeming like he was trying to hold back, to stop himself from going over the edge.
No way.
I slowed down riding him, all tensed up inside, all hunched over, pushing myself down on him, squeezing his cock inside, until I sat fully on him and felt him press right up against the end of me. Then I lifted myself up and did it again, coaxing him. I told him with every part of my body exactly what I wanted. What I needed.
I stared down at his face, twisted with pleasure. My voice was almost uncontrolled when I spoke.
“Come on Jim, let go. I know you want to. Mom won’t know. Just this once. Cum… Please.”
He let out an agonized sigh and his hips lurched up to meet me. The sharp connection made me moan, and I squeezed him inside as hard as I could. The first shivers heralding my own climax raced up my spine as I fucked down on him hard, once, twice, and felt him erupt inside me.
“Yes! Yes Daddy!” I cried and kissed my stepfather as his cock erupted. My orgasm crashed on me then, and my body took over, fucking him madly, milking his cock, churning our co-mingled cum into a froth between us as the pleasure made me frantic.
I smiled as I kissed him.
“Oh my god, Nea…” he was panting, moving to push me off him, far too late.
“Mmm… Yes, Jim,” I cooed, letting him move me off his softening cock. Nothing dripped out right then. I was holding his cum in – at least the cum that hadn’t smeared between us. I slid down his body, kissing and licking as I went. When I reached his belly I murmured, “let me just clean you up.”
Before he could say anything, I’d taken his mostly soft cock into my mouth and was licking and sucking our combined cum from it. Jim’s hands came to my head as if to push me away, but they didn’t. They just rested on my head. And then the fingers slowly wove into my hair. The heady mix of our juices turned me on all over again, and after only a minute or two of attention, I felt him begin to stiffen in my mouth. I sucked hard, rising and popping his cockhead out of my lips audibly.
“Ohhh Daddy. Do you want more?”
Jim’s cock twitched when I said ‘Daddy’. I’d refused to call him anything but ‘Jim’ from the moment Mom brought him home, until now.
I sat up, turned around, got to my hands and knees, lowered my head to the sheets. I opened my legs, arched my back, and closed my eyes.
“I’m yours, Jim, whenever you want.”
Nothing happened for the space of five long breaths, then ten. Then the mattress shifted as Jim’s body moved. I didn’t really know where he was going until I felt a hand on my hip. I started smiling when I felt the tip of his cock nudge my pussy lips from behind. As Jim began pushing his cock into me, his other hand settled on my other hip, taking a firm grip as I sighed out loud.
“Yesss, Daddy, yes Da-”
My voice was cut off by a gasp because Jim, after he had pushed all the way into me and pulled partway out, slammed forward with a brutal thrust that took my breath away. And that was just the beginning. Jim’s grip became hard, strong, bruising, as he fucked me violently, viciously. I screamed at the overwhelming sensation. It was scary. it was intense. It was everything I’d hoped it would be. And I knew this wasn’t going to be ‘just this once’.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 