five

Lucy

Every musclein my body turns to jelly when Luke pulls me flush against him. His tongue slips effortlessly into my mouth, seeking mine out and tangling with it, luring it to dance with his.

I know I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop myself now if I tried. I kiss him back, moving my tongue against his. His arms tighten around me when he feels me kissing him back.

I whimper into his mouth as he kisses me hungrily, desperately, and he growls into mine in response. I feel the rumble of his growl in my own chest.

He lifts me with a hand gripping both my thighs, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him.

He slams me up against the door and growls as he deepens the kiss, and his dominance sends fire rushing along every nerve ending in my body.

Without thinking about what I’m doing, I begin rubbing myself against his hard bulge. Pleasure snaps between my legs at the delicious friction of my clit rubbing over his hardness.

“Yes,” he hisses in my ear. “Rub that sweet little kitty all over Daddy’s dick, baby.”

I should be repulsed by his words, but my entire body trembles at them instead, and moisture pools between my thighs as I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I don’t have daddy issues or anything. I had a great relationship with my father when he was alive, but something about hearing Luke call himself my daddy sends me into a frenzy.

It’s so forbidden, so taboo, even more so than him being my stepbrother, and it causes another whimper to rise out of my chest.

Nothing has ever felt more right. Yes, Luke is my daddy, and I’m his little girl, and if feeling this way is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

Luke yanks my tank top down, and I hear a rip as he tears the flimsy fabric. He growls as his mouth descends on my breast, suckling a nipple deeply.

My head thumps as it falls back against the wall. The hot cave of his mouth is lighting me on fire, and it’s amazing how I feel the sensation of his tongue circling over my hardened bud right in between my legs.

My folds slicken, and my pussy throbs, aching to be filled.

He rips my shorts clean off my body like a caveman, completely ruining them in the process, but I don’t care. Fuck it. I have other shorts.

His hand skates down between my legs. He delves a finger into my wet folds before groaning. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, sweet baby.” He gathers up some of my moisture and rubs my clit in rhythmic circles.

“Oh god, Luke!” I cry out.

“Nu-uh,” he tsks at me. “What do you call me when my fingers are in between your sopping wet cunt?”

I feel my core tighten at his words, and I sob in frustration as my pussy clenches around air.

“Huh?” he prompts me when I don’t answer, slowing his movements.

“Daddy!” I cry out, desperate for him to pick up the pace again.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises me before he crashes his lips onto mine again, rubbing his thumb over my clit faster than ever now.

“Tell me, sweet baby,” he whispers against my lips, “have you been saving this little cherry for your daddy?”

I blink and look at him dazedly. “How did you know?” I ask him weakly.

His eyes darken with triumph, and he lets out a choked sound as he slips down his joggers. His hard cock bobs free and slaps my thigh. I feel the moisture leaking from the tip as it slides against me.

“I didn’t,” he confesses as he lines himself up with my hole, “but I dared to hope. He grabs the nape of my neck and looks into my eyes wildly as he tells me, “It’s a good thing you’ve never given this pussy to anyone else, though, baby, because I’m a very jealous daddy. I’ll fucking murder anyone who touches you. Do you understand me? You’re mine now.”

He thrusts up into me, tearing through my innocence with one swift plunge. I scream at the sting, but he shushes me. “You didn’t think I was going to go easy on you, did you, sweet baby? No, you’re going to take your stepbrother’s dick like a big girl. I know you can handle it.”

I’m stretched impossibly wide at his girth. I cling to him, my arms wrapped tightly about his neck as I shudder and wiggle on his length, trying to ease some of it out of me, but it’s no use. He keeps himself speared fully inside me and presses even deeper into me, pinning my back to the wall.

I gasp out a breath, and he groans in my ear, “Don’t run from it, baby. I promise you’ll get used to it, and then you’ll be begging Daddy to give it to you deep and dirty.”


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