Chapter 6
Hunter
W hat the fuck? Did Nova think I didn’t see?
Of course, I spotted the young woman as soon as she made an appearance downstairs.
She looked gorgeous, wearing a strapless cocktail dress that showed off her huge bust. Not only that, but it cinched in at the waist, before flaring at the hips, and the hem was so short that her legs looked about ten miles long.
Fuck, the young woman is gorgeous and my cock ached just looking at her.
But I was just about to go over and say hello, when a young man cut me off.
Evidently, I wasn’t the only one who saw Nova making an entrance, and a ridiculous freckled boy with red hair zoomed over, practically panting with eagerness.
I saw how his eyes caressed her big tits.
I saw how he handed her a giant cup brimming with alcohol.
And even worse, I saw how Nova smiled at him, all charm and beauty, as his cock hardened in his pants.
Yeah, maybe she didn’t notice from her vantage point, but I could clearly see a stiffie forming in the red-headed kid’s trousers.
Fuck! It went from bad to worse then. Nova shot the young man a coy smile, and then turned on her high heels and beckoned to him over one shoulder.
His chubby sprang to full mast. It was fucking gross, how that thing went from a bump beneath the fabric to a live hard-on in the middle of my living room. What a fucking douche.
But no way was I letting this teenage horndog bone my sweet brat. No way was he going to stroke her sweet curves and kiss that lush mouth. Not while Nova was living under my roof.
“Excuse me,” I said to Elaine Caldwell, the current President of the West Village Historic Society. “Enjoy the party.”
The ebony haired woman frowned and pouted, unused to being ignored, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Instead, I made my way up the stairs and down the hallway, following the two young people.
The sounds of the party receded in my wake, but I didn’t notice because I was so intent on my pursuit.
What the fuck was my stepdaughter doing?
I was going to wring Nova’s neck after this was said and done.
When I got to her bedroom door, it was slightly ajar and I pushed that thing open a bit further. Sure enough, I could faintly make out the shape of two shadows. The taller one was the redheaded boy, and he and Nova kissed as his hand gently went up to stroke her big breast.
“Ooooh,” the brat’s low moan greets my ears. “Mmm.”
Fuck! That did it. I burst into the room, my blue eyes blazing as I flicked on the lights.
“ Daddy ?” Nova gasped. “What are you doing here?”
“Get out!” I thundered to the red-headed youth. “Get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back!”
“It’s not what it looks like, Mr. ... Mr.—” he stammers, a red blush covering those baby cheeks. Then, the boy goes bloodless with a look of terror in his eyes when I raise a hand to strike him.
“Daddy, no!” Nova screams, throwing herself in the way of my fist. Fortunately, I get ahold of my senses and lower my arm.
“Get the fuck out,” I spit again, still staring furiously at the young man. “And don’t come back!”
The boy jolts to life, like a corpse who’s just bit hit by a defibrillator. Then, he scuttles from the room without a backwards look, trying to save his life. Good. The less I see of that fucking loser, the better.
But Nova’s not done.
“ What are you doing ?” she shrieks. “Were you going to hit David? Is that what a sane man does?”
“I’m not a sane man,” I rasp. “I’m a fucking caveman when it comes to you.
” Then, all control departs as I give into my baser instincts.
I pull the curvy girl into my embrace, practically slamming her into my huge chest. Then I bend my head to seize that plush pout, consuming Nova with ravenous hunger.
At first, she resists. She fights against me, pounding against my chest with those small fists, but I only deepen the kiss in response.
Nova screams a bit in the back of her throat, but then the curvy girl absolutely melts.
It’s the only way to describe it. That lush, supple form melts against my broad frame, and I can feel her huge tits pressing against my chest. I can feel how her spine softens, the arch in her back steep and feminine, as I stroke along that narrow line.
She mewls slightly before exhaling against my lips, and I breathe in her sweetness, molding this young woman to my unrelenting frame.
“Yes, baby,” I rasp. “Kiss me like you mean it.”
Nova murmurs something in the back of her throat before sliding her hands up my chest and twining them around my neck.
Then, she sighs once again against my mouth as I grasp her chin, holding her at the angle that suits me best. I absolutely plunder her lips.
I ravish the young woman, sliding my tongue in to caress her own, before binding that curvy form so close to mine that there’s no daylight between our bodies.
“Hunter,” she moans throatily. “Yessss.”
My name on her lips drives me into a frenzy. Before I realize it, I’ve unzipped her cocktail dress, the bronze fabric parting in the back to reveal Nova’s big tits, white and bounteous with hard pink nipples.
“No bra, baby?” I ask before leaning down to catch a nipple in my mouth.
She can’t answer, merely running her hands through my ebony hair while tilting her head back with an anguished “ahhh!” of pleasure.
I grunt, cupping those huge tits while suckling them hungrily, trying to get as much breast flesh in my mouth as possible.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” I rasp against her ivory curves. “No fucking idea at all.”
“Mmm!” is Nova’s breathless reply. “Yes, Hunter, yes!”
My hands swift and sure, I make for her panties next. The black lace is on the ground in a flash, and I look down, momentarily awestruck.
“What is it?” she asks, a bit of panic in her blue eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” I groan immediately. “I just had no idea you were so beautiful, baby. Absolutely ravishing. Spread your legs, honey. Show me what you’ve got.”
The young blonde obeys immediately. Her knees are trembling, but she parts her thighs so that she’s standing in a vee shape, her feet at about shoulder width. Her pink folds are lush and swollen, and I reach down between us and part them with my fingers to reveal her huge clit and glossy interior.
“Oh fuck,” I groan. “Oh shit shit shit.”
Her clit’s about two inches long and utterly stiff with arousal. I caress the underside of the bud with one thumb, making Nova moan and gasp, before circling it with a forefinger.
“Does that feel good?” I ask throatily before seizing her mouth in another devastating kiss. “Do you like that, baby?”
Nova’s keening cry against my lips is the only answer.
Those small hands cling to my shoulders as I continue to toy with her clit, and then her pussy releases a gush of honey.
The warm ambrosia flows out to fill my palm and I groan with pleasure.
“Yes, this is what my baby likes,” I rasp, lifting my hand for a moment to inspect the gleaming fluid on my palm. “Give me more, sweetheart.”
But then I stop because this is exactly how I used to tease her mother. I’d circle and stroke the underside of Betsy’s clit, my young wife moaning as she flooded my palm. Then, her nectar would thicken and sure enough, Nova’s nectar is thickening as I massage her dripping sex.
“Hunter,” the young blonde calls to me. “Hunter, Hunter!” Then, the most beautiful sight takes place before my eyes.
Nova clings to my broad shoulders, holding on for dear life, as she throws her head back, her golden mane like a rippling wave.
A spasm runs through her pussy, making it clench violently, as she climaxes with a full-bodied scream.
“Oh Hunter!” Nova cries out. “Mmmm!”
Hot juices flood my palm once more as the young woman shivers and shakes before me, her big breasts swaying as her body’s taken by a wave of ecstasy. Her blue eyes lose focus, even as I support her at the waist, helping the curvy girl through a magnificent orgasm.
“Nova, sweetheart,” I say in an agonized voice. “Oh shit.”
She pulses more, her eyes closing as a riptide passes through her feminine softness, the cream on my hand wet and aromatic as she passes through the Gates of Heaven.
But I can’t do this anymore. I’m a fucking bastard, and it seems that Nova enjoys the same type of pleasure as her mother.
The same techniques make the two women come: the same stroking, the same circular motions, and even the same moans seem to utter from their throats.
Shame courses through veins, and I can’t do it anymore.
Setting the young woman down on her bed, I spin on my heel and exit the bedroom .
.. without a backwards glance at the destruction I’ve left in my wake.