“I love you, Daddy.”  I said softly, out lips meeting as Blake’s momentum began picking up.

Every inch of his thickness was filling me, each time making me scream out as he plowed deeper and deeper into my tight little hole.  I never wanted him to stop, not ever.

Every inch of his thickness was filling me, each time making me scream out as he plowed deeper and deeper into my tight little hole.  I never wanted him to stop, not ever.

“You have to stop that thing you’re doing or your going to make me cum,” Daddy thundered.

“What?”  I said honestly, unsure of what exactly I was doing.

“That,” he panted, “and that.  You’re fucking muscles are practically milking my dick.  You have to stop flexing that way.”

I wasn’t consciously doing anything.  I tried to stop, but his groans and huffs only grew more strained.

“I’m trying Daddy, I don’t know what I can do.”

Daddy pulled himself free of my pussy, leaving me panting and wanting for more.

“Don’t stop.”

“I can’t keep going like this for long Brittany, your pussy is like god damned steel trap.  You’re muscles are practically begging me to cum.”

“Would it be so bad?”  I looked down, tracing the little trail of hairs at his belly button.

“What do you mean Brittany?”  He slid his finger under my chin but I didn’t look up at him.

“Would it be so bad—you know, if you did cum…inside.”  I bit my lip and listened to the pause in his breaths.

I knew I had gone too far, this was passion, and it was probably fleeting.  Daddy was a rich and powerful man, and I had practically just asked him to marry me.  Right or wrong, my body was telling me that he was exactly what I wanted, and I wanted him…forever.

“Are you sure about that Brittany?  Have you thought about the consequences?  I mean really thought about them?  You’d have to tell your mother, and if you get pregnant, there is no way I’d ever let you leave me.”

Was it true?  Could he really feel this way?  Was he actually telling me that he’d considered all of it and that it was my decision?  I didn’t care what anyone thought about us, if we both wanted to be together, than that was exactly what we were going to do.

“Promise me that it won’t end Daddy.”  I slowly lifted my gaze and met his enchanting stare.

Blake’s fingers traced the sensitive skin at my sides, and up to my neck and the base of my skull.  His eyes seemed to tell me before his words ever did.  They burned like fire, a fire that I had never seen when he’d been with my mother.

“I promise you Brittany, everything that I have, everything that I am.”  His lips crashed into mine as our hips met once more in endless passion.

His hands braced me as his body picked up rhythm.  Both of us were panting hard and fast, and our eyes never lost sight of one another for an instant.  I could feel his thick cock pulsating hard within me.  My own body shuddered and began to shake.  This was it, this was where Daddy and I became one, this was where our lives blurred into one.

“I’m going to cum Daddy.”  I cried our, digging my nails deeply into the flesh of his back as my insides tightened one final time.

“I love you.”  Our voices rang out in unison as our we both felt utter and complete release.

His body met each of my contractions with his own, and I felt the warmth of his seed as it filled me deep within.  Panting and utterly spent our lips met once more, his cock still twitching within me, and muscles deep within me doing the same.  We were one, now and forever, Daddy was mine.

“So about that coffee…”  Daddy grinned at me, laughing softly.

I knew that this was the beginning of the rest of my life.  I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Oh yes, the coffee.  Why don’t we go together?”

Blake’s grin turned into a smile.  “Exactly what I meant.”

Down and Dirty Steps

"Oh my God," I managed to gasp, my body grinding into his. His mouth left my breasts and explored my neck, kissing and biting gently until I thought I would lose my mind. I pushed him away to try to catch my breath, and when I did, I realized his hot cock was pressing into my thigh. The sensation set my heart racing, and a feeling of hot lust bloomed through my body, starting from my center and radiating outwards.

I had never done this before, and I had no idea how I got here. Everything we did that night felt so good, so right, even though it was so terribly, terribly wrong. What would people say about us?

But I should back up and start from the beginning, because none of this should ever have happened. Especially not with a heartthrob like him.

****

Growing up on a quiet ranch in the middle of nowhere had been hard, especially after my mother passed away.

But I was a tough kid.  I was able to pull through her demise and excel in high school, and by the time my stepfather had sold my mother’s ranch I was at the University of Arizona on a full scholarship. Thankfully my life in college was a world away from the dust and solitude of my early years, so much so that I’ve now come to conclude that going off to school was the best thing I could have done to finally put my bitter childhood behind me once and for all.

But a person can’t totally shut out their past, and today was one of those days where I had to face my past once again. Spring break was just around the corner; my roommate, Katrina, and some of my friends were driving across the border to go to San Carlos, Mexico, and I wanted to go with them.  But I already agreed to go to Montana to visit my stepfather for spring break.

Don’t get me wrong: I loved my stepfather and was excited to see him. It was just that sometimes I couldn’t stop the old, painful memories from rising up again deep from within me whenever I spoke to him; that was really the only reason why I didn’t want to visit.

In any event, it was still a bit exciting to go to Montana because I’d never been there before, and because I'd be meeting a lot of his relatives for the first time. Of course, meeting a bunch of dyed-in-the-wool ranchers and old people sounded horribly dull compared to a week of fun in the sun in Mexico, but I knew I had to be a good girl and go. After all, that's who I was: reliable, dependable and studious. I wasn't in the habit of letting people down, and I wasn't about to start now.

"Hey Anna," Katrina said, poking her head into my room, "can I have the place tonight? Jason and I are going to...you know." She cocked her head and smiled wryly. Katrina was also a really good girl like me, even if she had been exploring her naughty side with what seemed like a whole string of boyfriends this year. I had planned on coming home late from the library and passing out after a hard night of studying, and this definitely threw a wrench into my plans. But I forced myself to smile and act excited for her.

"Thank you so much, Anna!" Katrina bubbled. "Hey, I’ve got to fly to Econ. See you later."

I sighed, leaning back in my bed, unable to read any more.

The night ended at my friend Whitney's house, watching a boring movie and trying not to feel depressed about the fact that Kat was having sex while I wasn’t. Sure, it was wonderful that I was a straight-A student and things were going great overall, but at the same time I knew I would never be skinny and hot like Katrina, and I knew boys would never like me the way they liked her.

"Whitney," I asked, adjusting my blanket and snuggling deeper into the couch, "do you think I'm fat?"

"No..." she answered, sounding a little confused. "You're just curvy. I wouldn't call you fat at all."