I look at him—my stepfather—and I need him.
""I’m glad we’re here, Daddy," I say, letting my words be sharp enough to sting us both. Let the flames of what's right, wrong, or otherwise just plain scandalous to sear right through us because my entire body knows right now that I want this. I inhale, running my tongue over my lips slowly, then closing my mouth and scraping my teeth over my lower lip. I look up at him and put on my most innocent look. "I'm so glad we..." I slide out from his lap and, sitting by his side, I scoot closer to him in the limo so our legs are pressed together, and I grip his thigh. "Reconnected," I finish my sentence, and look up into his eyes.
They narrow and take me in. Oh, there's no way that he doesn't know I'm hitting on him. I flirted all through dinner. He tried to be good, but I know he wants me just as much as I want him. The man who painted a cheerleader with cum on a Jumbotron is being coy with me now. I know that there's a real beast beneath this princely facade, and I'm looking forward to breaking him free.
"You don't have to hold back," I say, purring against his cheek. I let my hand glide up higher. "I know you want to taste your daughter's lips on yours. You know that I want your mouth on mine. Why don't you give me a kiss?" My voice is breathy and needy. I can't help that every second he resists me, it only makes me want to play up this whole innocent little girl thing even more. If he isn't going to take one degree of bait, I mean, doesn't that point to me needing to up the ante even more? I'll turn up the temperature until it scorches us both.
Because then we'll both have what we want.
To get lost in each other and not care about anything but fucking each other.
I press my lips together and delete the modicum of space between us, kissing him on the cheek.
I feel Magnus's whole body stiffen and I know I must really be getting to him.
My hand is shivering—that's no act—as I slide up his thighs even more until I'm so close to touching the thing I've dreamed about for far too long. Magnus's magnum-sized cock is bulging from his trousers so lewdly that my curiosity is piqued more than ever before and I want to wrap my hand around it. I am close enough to feel the heat radiating from his dick, so grabbing it is so much closer now.
"Be careful, little girl, because you can't handle what you're asking for," Magnus says, his tone controlled. His words are measured and full of warning. I hear the tension. I hear him holding back.
Doesn't he know that's what I'm looking for right now? I don't want to think about what's right or wrong – hell, I don’t want to think at all. I want to be overwhelmed and give in to what my pussy wants, not what my brain complicates. Just for tonight.
"Is that so?" My hand hovers over his cock. Part of me wants to just grasp his cock and feel the power his tool can offer.
But when he issues the warning to me? It makes a woman like me decide to issue my own. I'm going to show him exactly what he'd be missing if he doesn't take what I'm looking to give tonight.
I pull my hand away, and I reach under the hemline of my dress, instead. I loop my thumbs into the sides of my thong and pull it down, shimmying out of them with more than a little fanfare. I hold them in front of us both so we see the wet v shape and the tiny seat where my pussy was, and when I follow his line of sight there, I lean over and sit those on his lap, right where that cock I'm dying to hold is.
I exhale and bring my finger under my dress. I run my finger up and down my slick folds, slowly, letting the sensation of the touch hitting my skin sink into my bones. I look him right in the eyes.
Magnus actually looks a little angry, and that's got to be a good sign. A sign that I am closer to getting what I want. Getting him to give in.
Spreading my thighs out so that my leg is on top of him a little bit, I work the stretchiness of my skirt. I slide one finger into my pussy, gasping at the feeling. I bring my thumb, up and down, on my clit, and I find a rhythm that makes my stomach go taut and thunders my pulse.
"Daddy," I moan out. "Daddy, you make me so horny," I whimper, laying my head on his shoulder and whimpering. "Don't make me touch my pussy all by myself. Don't you want to touch my pussy?"
Oh God! So I went for it. Like, what man would be able to resist you laying all over them and touching your pussy in front of them.
Well, a regular man couldn't resist this.
Magnus? I feel his body is still tense. It has nothing to do with him being prudish. I know better than that. So why isn't this working?
I slide another finger into my pussy, scissoring my fingers for a moment to stretch myself to accommodate them. Magnus could be stuffing me so full of his cock that I'd feel my inner walls shudder around him. I increase the pressure on my clit, squeezing my eyes shut and imagining his hands touching my pussy instead of mine. His fingers stroking me, instead of my own. I curl my fingers to stimulate my G-spot and inhale deeply the scent of him surrounding me. I bite my lip, squeeze my toes. My nerve endings all set on edge and the pleasure shoots through my body. Honestly, I can't believe how turned on I am right now. I am lost in the moment and somehow I lost my inhibitions because of it. My breathing quickens and I work up the strength to turn and face him. "You want me to cum for you, Daddy?" I whimper out, but this time I'm not putting on any act. I want to look my stepfather in the eye and cum hard, my fingers in my pussy while I watch him watching me.
"Penny, I can't believe you're doing this. I'm trying to be a good ex-stepfather, whatever that is, and you're rattling a cage you won't want to have opened," Magnus says with a growling undercurrent in his voice.
"But don't I, Magnus? Don't I want to know what it would be like if you put your hands on me, even though it's so damn wrong, so naughty ... don't you want a dangerous thrill, just for tonight?" My breathing is labored and I'm pumping my fingers into my pussy even faster now. "I don't want to cum on my fingers. I wanna cum on your cock, Daddy," I moan out, my thumb on my clit maddening me with desire.
"Fuck, put your damn legs together and stop this!" Magnus says with more than a hint of danger in his voice. A thousand matches struck, that's the fire in his voice. I actually drag my finger down my clit and my knees start to close a little, just hearing his authoritative voice commands me like that.
Bu
t, no, that's not how this is happening. I want him, and if he's not going to touch me, I'm going to think about him touching me and stroke my own pussy. I'm thinking about him, how broad his shoulders are. I'm leaning against one now, but I want to see what it looks like beneath his shirt, muscles tensing on his upper arms. They are bulging outlines beneath the shirt, but I want them bared...as he draws a hand out. I can tell he’s going to smack my ass for being so bad.
I love it.
"If I'm being so bad, Daddy, are you going to spank me?" I say, whimpering.
Something changes. It's as if thunder crackles through the air, the stark difference is so striking. Magnus's hand circles around my wrist, and he pulls my fingers from my pussy. I groan out at the emptiness I feel. Him taking my hand away takes my breath away.