His Nasty Little Pussy

My first drink was a bittersweet moment. My mother’s memory lived with us in the moment, but there was a smile on my face as my tongue embraced the wine from first sip. I couldn’t help but smack my lips. After the first glass, I had another. And another. And another. Even though he shouldn’t have let me, Liam allowed my madness. He simply drank his glass, and then drank a few beers. The whole time we ate, he looked at me, smiling to himself in light of my silent approval.

Oh mother, you have the most exquisite taste…

I looked at Liam and giggled to myself. He was soooo sexy and he knew it too. Delicious shudders shot through my body, lighting me on fire as I looked at him. Blood rushed through my body as the wine continued to relax and soften me, and I realized a familiar glow of desire spread between my legs. It revealed a secret I had kept hidden for the past few years:

I wanted to fuck my stepfather.

“Looks like you’ve had a little too much to drink,” he said, pulling my glass away from me. “No more for you, young lady. Let’s go watch a movie.”

I pouted, like a spoiled brat, but he didn’t fall for it. “That won’t work.”

“But it’s my birthday, Liam…”

Gently pushing me towards the den, he leaned into me, his breath making my ear tingle with sensation as he said, “Don’t worry, birthday girl.

The night’s not over. You’ll need to sober up for dessert.”

I could only think to myself that the only dessert I wanted was him. We sat on the couch watching a movie, I’m not sure which. All I remember is leaning against him, snuggled up against the warmth of his sweater, and feeling cozy in his cologne-spiked embrace.

With his arm wrapped around me, I could have gone straight to sleep, but my panties were getting creamier by the minute. I thought about how much this man loved me, and loved Mom. His loyalty was so strong he wouldn’t even let another woman touch him.

“How do you do it?” I asked, not realizing I was thinking out loud.

“Do what?” He said, voice slightly weighted by his laziness.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being alone?”

“I have you.” He squeezed my shoulder gently and stifled a yawn with his other fist.

“No.” I allowed inebriated bravery to dominate for the moment. “I mean lonely…”

I gripped his crotch, and wrapped my slender hand around his thick and meaty length through the fabric of his pants, stroking it up and down as I realized I needed him like a crackhead needed a hit.

Liam suppressed his pleasured cry with a gasp as he looked at me. His cock instantly came to life in my hand.

“Amelia,” he whispered. “This is wrong.”

“I’m just concerned about you,” I cooed. “I don’t want you to feel lonely. I feel lonely. I know you feel lonely… You don’t have to be alone.” I lowered myself so that I was laying my head in his lap. Except instead of laying the back of my head against his lap, I was positioned on my

stomach, perfectly able to rest my head facing him, and his thickening length.

He wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to fuck him. I knew it. He just didn’t want to feel disloyal to my mother, which made me so happy. I looked at him, eyes low, and said, “She wouldn’t want you to be lonely.” Conflict ripped through his expressions, but that raging hard on in his pants didn’t lie. I looked exactly like my mother, and I knew that if I continued to press, he’d let me have my way.

“You’re my stepdaughter,” he said. I didn’t answer and gently bit his cock through his pants. He groaned and his hips bucked involuntarily. Before he could protest further, I yanked the front of his pants down, freeing his cock.

“It’s just the two of us,” I purred, running my fingers up his shaft. It was so thick and hard. He had to be crazy if he thought I would let this moment pass me by.

Opening my lips, I wrapped my tongue against the length of the shaft, lapping up the juices that were already flowing from the head. The salty precum grazed my lips, the taste reverberating down my body. His scent made me heady, and my entire body tingled in the rapture of being so wickedly naughty.

The blunt head of his cock forced me to suck slowly as he came more and more alive in my mouth. It jerked and thumped in my mouth, and my nipples hardened because I had never tasted anything so amazing. His musky

flavor made my mouth water, and all I could was salivate on his cock like a hungry birthday girl.

“Babygirl…” He groaned and panted. He loved the way his cock felt in my mouth, gliding in and out of the wet velvety tunnel leading to my throat.

“You’re going to make me cum.”

I looked at him, purred like a cat, and begged for his milk. He gritted his teeth, fighting the oncoming sensation, but lost control because the sweet suction of my mouth was too much.

His cum, thick, hot, white, and milky, burst through the head of his cock and splattered all over my taste buds. The salty rush of hot cream caused me to moan as I lowered my free hand into my pants-spit and saliva falling

down my chin-fingering my pussy with abandon. Multiple shots fired deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making drinking him all the easier. The heat built as I swallowed every drop of Daddy, taking him in like a delicious treat.

After his release completed, he was still hard, so I took it upon myself to continue getting my birthday gift. The mild roar of satisfaction he’d released wasn’t enough, and that let me know he had another round left in him. I stood

up, lowering my pants. I turned away from him, allowing him to see the little double heart tattoo I’d gotten on my buttcheek.

“When did you get that?” He asked.

“I have my little secrets.” I winked.

I disrobed until I was bare, completely naked for him to see. I turned and showed my my full splendor, from the perky breasts with the rose nipples, to my smooth shaven pussy, glistening with desire for him.

Liam’s blue eyes were burning with lust.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He gripped his cock and stroked it as he looked at me. Yeah, I knew then he was ready to keep fucking. Any man who can stroke his cock after an orgasm, wasn’t fully spent from that orgasm. I leaned over him on the couch, rubbing my breasts from the top of his head down to his lips. They greedily clasped on to each nipple, eliciting gasps of pleasure as I experienced my protector and true love tasting me for the first time.

Straddling my legs over his, I leaned back, writhing with pleasure. My body shuddered from his touch and I needed him inside me, so I grabbed his hard shaft and placed it against my entrance, looking him directly in the face.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The way his blue eyes flashed at me with my nipple in his mouth let me know I’d won and he’d let me have every inch of him.

Spreading my thighs to receive him, I mused at how wet my pussy was for him. “I’m throbbing for you, Daddy.” My desire had taken over, and I guided him in, gasping as I pushed down, inch by inch, rotating my deliciously tight cunt so that I could ensure he felt every ounce of me on the way in.

Once I’d had him in, nearly to the base, I felt a slight pinch, but it gave way to a burning pleasure. He met my strokes eagerly, fervently, and I braced my hands on top of his shoulders for leverage.

My bouncy tits thrust invitingly into his mouth as I rode on top of him.

I’d had sex before, but Liam’s length stretched me to my limit. Body to body, mouth to mouth, we moved as he bucked his hips, thrusting into me with every ounce of passion he had. A fire flowed through my frame, igniting all my nerves in a cascade of taboo energy. It numbed me to the core, only to rise back up and sting me at skin level.

Daddy’s dick tortured me like a dirty little slut!

“Fuck, baby,” he said, breaking away from my full breasts. He looked into my eyes with a bold, sweeping gaze. “You’re so fucking beautiful to me.” The hint of fire in his eyes led to a spark between us that emblazoned a trail of lust in my soul. I bit my lip, overcome with an urge to die right here, right in this position, Daddy’s cock inserted inside me and our eyes locked indefinitely.

Our lips met in a wet, hot slide, and I felt my pussy spread and stretch as I was engulfed by our ravenous appetite, a combination of emotional, sexual energy that blinded us with unending need for physical release. Together, blinded in a heatwave of our own lust, we fucked until our bodies shuddered and exploded from bombs of pleasure. I’ll never forget the way he gripped my ass and hollered at the same time that thunder rumbled, clapped, and torched our electricity.

The lights went out, but the white cream of Daddy lit my body ablaze.

Another strong burst from Daddy’s cock unloaded a torrent of warm cum into my pussy, filling me abruptly with splatters of jizz. I moaned as my body shook on Daddy’s cock, my hips rocking back and forth violently as they cradled him inside me and sucked in his baby batter. My cunt closed and opened on his shaft, and his dick rewarded me with a few extra squirts of semen into my tired body.

My legs had melted to jelly. I had gone over the edge. I felt more than satisfied. From the look on his face, the feeling was mutual. Too spent and satisfied to care, we sprawled out on the furniture, covered ourselves in the spare blanket we kept in the den, and curled up next to each other.

“Happy Birthday, Babygirl,” he whispered as we drifted off to sleep.