Chapter 5
5
Christian
I ’m a motherfucking dirty old man. There’s no other way to put it. Emily’s far too young. She’s far too delectable, innocent, and obviously untouched. I can’t go there.
She’s also your ex-wife’s daughter , the voice in my head snarks. Pamela would have a shit fit if she knew you were lusting after her little girl.
I shake my head because the voice is right, although I don’t give a fuck what my ex thinks. What she does is her business, and what I do is mine. But this is where shit gets fucked up because I’m obsessed with the curvy young woman in my living room, and said curvy young woman happens to be Emily Robinson, Pamela’s daughter. If our divorce wasn’t acrimonious already, it’s about to become ten times more so.
What the fuck? How the fuck did this fucked-up situation even materialize, anyways?
But the answer’s all too clear. Pamela’s filling in for another dancer tonight, and she turned tail and left me in this cabin to deal with her shit. To be honest, the ‘possession is nine-tenths of the law’ crap is the last thing on my mind right now. Instead, the only thing on my mind is the gorgeous teen girl outside, who’s going to be sleeping within fifty feet of me tonight. And tomorrow night. And for god knows how long, given the shitty weather.
I sit on the bed, cradling my head in my hands. Holy fuck. Can I resist the temptation? Can I prevent myself from going out there and ravishing Emily’s lush, nubile young form? Can I stop myself from being a dirty bastard, and not take advantage of a young woman with nowhere else to go? My dick twitches and I moan again. My self-control is already hanging by a thread, and letting out an angry grunt, I get up and stalk to the bathroom.
Once inside, I flick on the light and stare at myself. My beard has come in the last few days, full and bushy. My eyes are practically rolling in their sockets, and my dark hair is mussed from frustration. I look like a fucking wild man, and that description wouldn’t be far from the truth given the sordid state of my thoughts. Sure enough, when my gaze drops downwards, I let out another grunt of disgust because my cock’s twitching and horny beneath the denim, desperate to be inside Emily’s soft, wet walls. With a grunt, I unzip, letting it spring free from the confines.
Then, like a motherfucker, I take it in my palm, greasing the length with the fluids already streaming from the tip. Oh, fuuuuuck! An image of Emily comes to mind, the young woman lush and nude, crouching in front of me. Her breasts are enormous with stiff pink nipples, and her pussy is drenched, glistening under the low lights and swollen with desire. Even better, she smiles up at me while gripping my thighs with those small hands for balance, and I tap her cheek with my bulbous glans, leaving a smear of come against that soft flesh.
But instead of being offended by my debauched ways, Emily merely smiles up at me again, licking her lips and opening her mouth.
“In here, Daddy,” she whispers. “Let me make you feel good.”
By now, my hand’s pumping up and down my length, the slickness making obscene slurping sounds as I jerk myself furiously. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, am I really doing this? The young woman is literally just outside, and she hates my guts. She’d hate me even more if she knew I was jerking myself off to her beautiful body.
But I can’t stop now. Visions of Emily fill my mind. Her sweet, delectable pout sucking on my dick, her cheeks hollowing as she looks up at me with those pretty eyes. My massive cock, pillowed between those big breasts, sawing back and forth as she holds those ivory orbs tight together to allow me to tit-fuck her. Her legs spread open, that vag creamy with lust as she comes all over my cock, her eyes opening wide as she screams my name.
“Christian!” she shrieks. “Oh yes, Daddy! Fuck my aching pussy!”
The imagery is too much. My hand reaches breakneck pace, and like a motherfucker, I come into the basin of the sink. Hot jets spurt everywhere, splattering the porcelain on all sides, and unfortunately, some of it even gets onto the faucets and mirror. But my climax is worth it. My seed pumps as visions of the beautiful teen girl dance before my eyes, muffled groans of pleasurable release echoing in the small space. Fuck!
Finally, the pulsing ceases and I reach for a square of toilet paper before wiping off my dripping shaft. Fuck! Did I really do that? Did I just jerk off to sordid visions of my creamy, innocent stepdaughter in my head? But it’s true because as I shake my head, trying to clear my mind, there are only more visions of Emily. This time, the curvy girl sweaty and sated, her curves heaving and damp as she smiles for me. Her legs are parted on the bed, showing off her just-fucked cunt, and the fact is that she’s even more gorgeous like this, with a pussy filled with my cream.
I groan again, tossing the tissue away before grabbing another one to clean the mirror and sink. What the fuck have I come to? Even worse ... how will I survive the next couple days?