The Naughty

Naughty

"Sorry..." she breathed. "You just told me to come for you, and then stopped two minutes later. Is it some weird test or something?"

I jabbed my thumb in her asshole, steering her away from my inconsistency. "I want your dirty little hole around my cock, Aimee, understand?"

I slumped back in the armchair, working my dick as she positioned herself over me. "Whatever you want, Daddy," she giggled.

She impaled herself with brutal determination, gasping as my cock spread her wide. Her face was a picture, teeth gritted hard in concentration, eyes closed tight as she adjusted to the intrusion. I twisted my fingers in the ring on her collar, pulling her forward enough to plant a hot wet kiss on her open mouth. I bucked underneath her, bouncing her easily on my hips until I was buried all the way inside. She groaned into my mouth, begging for more.Harder, Daddy, harder.Dirty bitch.

"Finger your pussy," I said. "Deep."

She pushed one skinny little finger inside herself, hesitating far too long before taking another.

"Three," I said. "Take three and I'll let you ride another cock. You'd like that wouldn't you? Two big cocks in your tight little holes."

Yeah, we'd been talking about it – running through the fantasies in her diary.

Clearly, she did want two big cocks in her tight little holes. It was littered right the way through the pages, and her face lit up at the thought. She fucked herself like a trooper, grimacing for just a second as she forced her three fingers all the way in. I loved seeing her that way. Loved seeing her exposed and filthy, free in her darkness.

"How does it feel, baby?"

"It hurts," she hissed. "Good hurt."

I could feel myself veering off the rails, heading for the cliff of self-destruction. She was all that was left, my final toy, my only remaining indulgence.

The only sound between us was the slap of her thighs against mine. I twisted her sweet little tit in my hand, gripping her hard. She threw her head back, rolling into my attack. "Fucking hell..." she moaned. "Jesus Christ, I'm gonna come so hard."

Aimee was a wreck. A bucking, wheezing, twitching wreck, jerking around on my cock like a fish on a line. I exploded along with her, shooting my load all the way inside her filthy little ass.

She caught her breath, moaning as she raised herself from my cock. "Ow," she cried. "Fucking ow!"

Her eyes met mine, full of questions. The questions that kept on coming.

"What will happen to us, Kyle, once mother gets home? Youaremarried to her."

I could see she was getting nervous, and that was growing worse and worse every day. I knew why, and I was feeling it, too.

Too invested to stop.

Too in love to stop.

"I'm well aware that I'm married to her," I said, flashing my wedding band, feeling another bout of frustration at the memory of a beach marriage worth sweet fuck all except for the girl sitting on top of me. She was worth a whole lot more than that.

Aimee pushed it further today.

"What you gonna do? Wait til she comes home and say what?Hey, honey, good trip? I've been fucking your daughter all the time you've been gone, how about a divorce?"

I pulled her into my arms, peppering her forehead with soft, wet kisses. "Leave it to me," I said. "Daddy knows best."

I just knew she was rolling her eyes.

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I feltbad lying to Aimee, but I'd made a promise. A sworn-to-secrecy promise I had no intention of breaking.

I'd never intended to go down theloveroad, but I could feel it brewing beneath my skin. I'd never intended to go down the stepdaughter-sex road either, in fairness, but the love road was a whole leap further. Isn't life fucking bizarre? One minute you're at each other's throats and the next you're cosying up for meals-for-two. They say love and hate are a hair's breadth apart. I guess they aren't kidding.

She'd slept in my bed that night, and every night since. I'd fallen asleep with her soft curls in my face, the scent of her all around me. That had never been the plan either. We were off plotted terrain, stalking out in the wilderness.

I was about to take it a whole lot further. I was about to give her the fantasy she'd been dreaming of. One time – now or never.

My phone buzzed on my desk at work.

I knew who it was.

Message from Daddy's girl.

Are you serious?

I'd left the note in her college bag, knowing full well she'd find it bright and early.

Deadly.

I sent my reply and waited for the ping. It arrived in seconds.

I don't even know if he'll come. I don't know if he'll want to.

I smiled as I keyed in my response.

I'm sure you'll tempt him.

Another ping.

I don't know if I can.

I could see Steve the HR asshole heading my way again, leaving me just enough time to fire off my final message.

I have utmost faith in you, sweetheart.

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I letmyself into the house quietly, listening for signs of success. A pair of brogues in the porch told me all I needed to know. She was such a good girl.

I crept up the stairs, taking care not to make my presence known. Not yet.

I pressed my ear up against her bedroom door, and sure enough I could hear her soft groans. The groans I'd come to crave so fucking badly.

My phone was tight in my hand, camera ready at my fingertips.