Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Show them I’m your Daddy, London.”
I’m wrapped in the pleasure, the friction, but there’s something inside me that can’t help but obey him. That wants to obey him, because it will give him satisfaction as well as me.
Without hesitation, I drop my head back and let my stepfather molest my mouth.
Let him sink his tongue deep and wind it together with mine, his grip turning almost bruising between my legs, the pleasure/pain almost pushing me toward a climax. Almost, almost, but he breaks the kiss and walks me forward once more, breaking the spell. The group of guys walk ahead quickly, muttering to each other, eventually moving out of sight. And there’s no more behaving. Not after that.
I turn in Brody’s arms and find myself yanked up on my toes, our mouths feasting on each other, his big hand beneath my skirt, roughly kneading my butt cheeks, his huge erection wedged between our bellies.
“We’re going to ride this ride, little girl,” he rasps, tracing the split of my backside with his calloused middle finger. “And then I’m going to take you to the parking lot and fuck you silly in the backseat of my car. Tell me you want it, too.”
“I want it,” I whimper, letting him lift me up into his hold, my toes rubbing against his shins, our mouths interlocked and breathing, breathing.
“Please step into lane three,” someone calls behind us. “You’re in the next car.”
We both laugh, Brody managing to set me down, but he keeps his arm around my shoulder, his lips grazing my temple periodically, as we take our place to wait our turn.
As excited as I am to ride this roller coaster—I’ve been waiting since I was a child—I can barely focus on anything but the man beside me and what’s about to happen.
I’m going to have sex with him and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
My conscience is no match for the gravity between us.
How safe I feel with him. How wanted.
On the way down the steep drop, everyone around me screams and I throw my arms up in the air, screaming along with them, letting the night air cool my flushed cheeks, the wind sending my hair in a hundred directions. And when I reach the bottom and I’m laughing, more exhilarated than I can ever remember, Brody is watching me with an emotion in his eyes that I can’t name, but it echoes inside me, substantial and undeniable.
He takes me hand and helps me off the ride, leading me out of the park.
7
Brody
It seems to take hours to reach my Range Rover, but in reality it’s only minutes. I have to keep stopping to kiss London’s sweet mouth, my hands running all over the delectable curves of her body. A few times, I swear we’re not going to make it to the relative privacy of my vehicle, that I’m going to back her into the shadows and fuck her standing up in plain view of anyone passing by, but we make it somehow, my finger stabbing the button on my key ring to unlock the door.
As obsessed as I am with my stepdaughter, I underestimated how much. I was shortsighted to think I could take this slow and work on bringing us close when I love her so much. When I need to be inside her more than I need the blood in my veins. She is magnificent. She is mine. And I can’t wait any longer to make that truth real in every sense.
Even though we’ve only known each other one day, I have to believe she will not get scared and run away when I reveal the full truth of how I found her. I have to have faith.
Confidence intact, I pull open the back door, watching London clamber inside on hands and knees. She turns to me, wide eyed and excited, and there’s no more waiting. Her thighs are parted, showing off her panties, offering me her cherry on a platter. I’m going to take it. I have to. With my cock straining painfully behind my fly, I lunge in behind her and slam the door, locking it, turning and flattening her on the backseat.
“Daddy is done waiting,” I growl, ripping her T-shirt down the middle.
The street light comes in through the tinted window to play on her pale, trembling globes, the peaked nipples in the center of them.
“Fuck,” I snap, unzipping her jeans skirt and tearing the thing down her legs, throwing it over my shoulder. “You’ve driven me to the edge, little girl. It was hard enough having you wiggle that tight ass around in my lap without coming. Then I see other males looking at you?” I yank down her panties and discard them in the foot well. “For that, I’m going to pump so deep, you’ll see stars.”