Chapter 7
Brad
G oddamn, Minnie’s gorgeous. As she levers her legs into the car, I pause a moment to take in their long, smooth lengths.
I’d love to kiss her toned calf, before working my way down to her ankle and pressing a kiss there too.
She’s wearing heels with a little opening at the front, which shows off delicate toes sporting a pearly pink pedicure.
Damn, it’s so fucking sexy, highlighting her feminine allure.
Then again, everything about my stepdaughter is sexy, and I’ve been eating Minnie up since the moment she appeared at the summer soiree. I knew she’d be there and prepared myself for it beforehand.
This is your opportunity , the voice in my head whispered. You’re going to fuck the girl and get her pregnant.
I grimaced at myself in the mirror because never in my life have I actively tried to breed a woman.
Yet the thought of giving Minnie a baby filled me with unquenchable thirst. I want her panting as she takes my dick, her little pussy stretched wide to the point where it hurts.
I want her mewling and crying, clinging to my broad shoulders as she comes hard with my shaft deep in her cunt.
Then, I want her relaxed and sated, filled to the brim with my seed as she recovers from a massive climax.
But it doesn’t matter if she climaxes , the voice whispers. All that matters is that she gets a dose of your swimmers.
My head jerks angrily. It matters that Minnie climaxes.
I want the young girl to love tasting my cock, and to crave it.
I want her to come apart in my arms, shuddering with pleasure as she cries out my name.
I want her juicy pussy wrapped around my dick, creaming with pleasure, as she’s filled with thick, bubbly spunk.
Call it the alpha male in me, but no way am I going to leave Minnie high and dry, unsatisfied and desperate.
I’m going to take care of this woman, and my opportunity has finally come.
Minnie looks at me in the depths of the car, her blue eyes almost glowing in the darkness.
“Brad?” she whispers. “What are we doing?”
I signal for my driver to raise the dividing partition, and wait as it goes up with a whir. Then, I turn to her, my fingers itching to cup those big breasts before pulling her in for a kiss.
“I’ve missed you, Minnie,” I say in a low voice.
She nods, trembling a bit.
“I was wondering when we would speak next,” she begins. “That day in your office—”
But her words are cut off because I’ve pulled her to me, jerking her across the leather seats. She lets out a muffled squeak, but then goes soft and pliant in my arms, moaning against my lips.
“Yes, Brad,” she whispers. “Yes.”
That’s all I need to hear. Immediately, I’ve unbuttoned her blouse, exposing those huge, creamy breasts. I stop, unable to move, merely savoring and taking in her décolletage.
Minnie trembles before me.
“Is something wrong?” she whispers. “I know I’m big, but—”
“You’re beautiful,” I rasp. “Plus, I love big tits, baby girl, and yours are giant. Double D’s?”
She nods, flushing.
“I developed early and was so embarrassed to have them when everyone else was still as flat as a pancake. So for years, I wore nothing but loose t-shirts because I didn’t want anyone to know. Everyone knew of course,” she says, biting her lip. “But I’ve learned to work with my girls.”
I nod, my dick jerking in my pants.
“I love them, sweetheart,” I rasp. “They’re luscious and gorgeous. But do you think you could take off your bra for me? Would you feel comfortable doing that?”
What am I even saying? Usually, I’m a fucking caveman who rips off women’s clothes without any warning.
Hell, if they even see the movement of my hands they’re lucky because I’m so fucking brutish.
But something tells me to go slow with this woman.
She’s so young, and so innocent, that I know I should practice some restraint so that she doesn’t run screaming for the hills.
Sure enough, the young girl doesn’t answer me for a moment.
Minnie merely bites her lip, blushing, but then nods.
Slowly, her hands reach in back of herself to undo the clasp to her bra, and the white lace comes tumbling off those creamy orbs.
Her flesh is silky, almost pearlescent in the low lights, with stiff pink nipples that harden visibly as I watch.
“Is this what you want, Daddy?” she murmurs, breathless. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
“Fuck baby, yes,” I rasp. “Will you let me taste you?”
Minnie flushes pink again, but it’s beautiful and underlines her innocence.
“On my breasts?” she whispers. “What do you mean?”
“Yes, baby,” I grind out, so hard now that my cock’s going to punch a hole in my fly. “My mouth on your hard pink nipples. I’d like to kiss them and suck them, if you’re okay with it. I promise it’ll feel good.”
Again, I can barely believe I’m having this conversation, but if this is what it takes, then so be it.
To be honest, I’m looking forward to showing the young woman the ways of the world, which is somewhat of an anomaly.
A lot of dudes these days like hardened women, who are experienced, slick, and filled with silicone.
But everything about my stepdaughter is young and fresh, and I want to show her the ropes.
I want Minnie to experience pleasure at my hands, panting and squealing my name.
What the fuck are you thinking? the voice in my head shouts. You’re here to breed the bitch, not to ask permission while delivering sweet kisses. Eyes on the prize, my man.
But I shut down the voice in my head because right now, there are more important things than impregnating a female. I have a young woman on my hands who’s obviously innocent and trusting. I can sense that Minnie’s new to this, and if anything, it’s my honor to teach her how to enjoy male dick.
So I nod before pressing a tender kiss to the soft rose petals of her mouth. Minnie sighs sweetly, her blue eyes like pools of clear aqua.
“I trust you, Daddy,” she mewls. “Do what you think is best.”
That’s all I need to hear. I lift a big breast in one of my hands, both of us staring down at its creamy heft. Then, I lower my head to suckle at the hard pink tip, laving it tenderly with my tongue before gently kissing the tip. Minnie’s gasp makes me pause for a moment.
“Is that okay, sweetheart?” I rasp. “Did you like it?”
She trembles on the seat before me, cheeks flushed and as beautiful as a new rose. But the young blonde nods.
“Yes, I liked it,” she murmurs shyly. “Please, more, Daddy.”
Immediately, I duck my head down again to kiss her right breast, laving the flesh with my tongue before pulling her nipple into my mouth.
I suck deeply, rolling the hard nub in my mouth before turning to her left breast and doing the same.
Her flesh is sweet and succulent, new and almost bouncy.
Meanwhile, Minnie’s running her hands through my hair while letting out breathless gasps of pleasure.
“Mmm,” she cries out. “Oh oh oh!”
I pull off for a moment, staring up at her. Her nipples gleam wetly in the low lights, stained with my saliva.
“Is this okay, sweetheart?” I rasp, my dick punching a hole in my pants. “Does it feel good?”
Her blue eyes are dazed as she looks down at me. Minnie’s indescribably beautiful with her golden hair flowing down her back as I lick tentatively at a hard nipple again. She lets out a cry of pleasure and pulls me closer.
“Yes Daddy,” she pants. “I just have no idea how when you kiss me there... I feel it down there .”
This is the perfect opening.
“Down where, sweetheart? Show me.”
She flushes beet red and shakes her head quickly.
“Oh no, I couldn’t.”
But I’m insistent.
“You can, Minnie,” I rasp. “You can be free and open with me about any part of your body, sweetheart. Now down where?”
The beautiful blonde blushes again but she nods as one hand slips into her lap between us. “Down here,” she whispers, gently gesturing to her pussy-area. “This is where I feel it when you kiss my breasts.”
Oh fuck. She’s so responsive to my touch, and clearly, she needs it too. But I have to go slow.
“Can you show me sweetheart?” I say in a low tone, fighting to keep my need in check. “I want to see.”
Minnie blushes again, but then nods. “I can, but I have to get out of my skirt,” she mewls. “It’ll be tough in the car.”
Right, the Bentley. We’re still in this fucking vehicle with nowhere enough room, but at least my driver knows to keep driving, in circles if he has to. “It’s fine,” I rasp. “I’ll help you. Can you raise your knees sweetheart?”
Minnie stares at me.
“What?” she gasps. “What do you mean?”
I nod, harsh streaks on my high cheekbones.
“You heard me. Pull your skirt up and raise your knees.”
Fortunately, the material of her skirt is a soft fluttery fabric of some sort, and she gently pulls the cotton upwards until just a hint of her pink panties show.”
“Very nice,” I growl, staring at the plump, juicy mound of her twat. “I see you wore panties, today. I like it. But all the way up, sweetheart. Don’t be shy. Show Daddy where you feel his kisses.”
Minnie blushes again, but this time, she pulls her skirt to her waist so that her panties are revealed in full. To my satisfaction, her lower lips are swollen already, and there’s a wet spot at the gusset, as well as the distinct musk of female arousal in the air.
“Right here, Daddy,” she whispers, blue eyes innocent and yet filled with pleading at the same time. “This is where I feel it. This is where you make me ache.”
I pause for a moment.
“Do you want Daddy to kiss it better for you? Do you think that would help?”