Chapter Eight
We silently pack our bags and check out of the hotel, the tension of what happened the previous night hanging between us. I don’t offer breakfast, and Sophie doesn’t ask for a slushie as I pull out onto the highway.
Less than six hours ago, I had my cock shoved up in my step-daughter’s tight pussy, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I nearly didn’t believe it when I woke up, my dream blinking into a reality. I’ve had the same vision the past three nights of her riding my cock till I came inside her.
She leans over, fiddling with the radio and blasting music louder than we’ve been listening to this entire road trip. My teeth grind in annoyance. I reach over and turn it off.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Sophie shrugs, looking out the window. “Sure.”
With a sigh, I place my hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently. She tenses, her head falling to watch where I’m holding her.
“Last night…” I start, but stop short when I don’t know how to explain how I feel about it.
“Don’t,” she says sharply, crossing her arms. “I know you don’t regret it. Don’t even try to say you do.”
I jerk back at the venom in her voice. “I don’t, but that doesn’t make what we did right.”
She throws up her hands. “You would have never made a move if I hadn’t. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“I can’t, Sophie,” I snap back, frustrated with her attitude. My hand grips the steering wheel. Even if I didn’t have the feelings I should for my wife, it doesn’t make it better that I fucked someone else.
“Okay, so for the sake of this argument, if you weren’t married to my mom? Then what would have happened?” she asks.
I run my tongue along the back of my teeth, debating if I should be truthful. “I would have bent you over the hood of this car that first night. We might not have made it out of your apartment’s parking lot.”
Sophie sucks in a sharp breath. “Then fucking do it. Let’s not pretend you care about being faithful to my mother. You’ve basically said you’re in a relationship because you lack the balls to break it off, just like you lack the courage to take what you want from me.”
I’m stunned silent at her words, with disbelief that she would speak to me like that. Anger builds in my chest as my breathing picks up. I’m tempted to pull the car over and spank her ass red.
“Take your shorts and panties off,” I demand through clenched teeth, glancing at her before turning back to the road.
Sophie only hesitates for a few seconds before shifting in her seat to lean against the door. She lifts her hips and slides the jeans shorts and her red thong off, dropping them onto the floor.
“Now what?” her sultry voice asks.
I lick my lips, peeking at her bare legs. “Touch yourself like you did the night you thought I didn’t hear you.”
Her hand slides down her stomach, her finger circling her piercing before moving lower. “You heard me?”
Nodding, I clutch the steering wheel tighter as she parts her legs, flashing her pussy and the patch of dark curls above it.
Sophie lets out a small chuckle, parting her slick folds. “You wanna know what got me all hot and bothered?”
My cock hardens as she plays with herself. Her fingers rub at her clit in slow and small circles, only briefly dipping to tease her hole before dragging back up. I’m thankful for the empty road, sparing a glance at the asphalt every few seconds as I watch her.
“What?” I say, wanting to know exactly what got her off.
Sophie gasps as she pushes a finger into her pussy. I sit up straighter and pull over to the side of the road. I don’t want to look away from her.
“I sucked you off while you slept,” she admits, breathless. Her hand pumps between her legs, fucking herself in slow strokes. She pulls her knee up to rest against the seat so I have a clearer view.
I stiffen, thinking over her words. “You sucked me off? While I slept?”
She nods. “Yeah… the first night I just rubbed you. I didn’t think you would come, but you did. And then the next night, I wanted to taste you.”
“You want to know what I was dreaming about?” I ask her.
Sophie bites her lip and nods.
“You. Bouncing on my cock.”
“Oh god,” she moans, her face flushing as she pumps her hand faster.
Fuck, I’ve never been harder in my life. I tug my sweats down, palming my cock as she works her fingers fast. My mouth waters with the desire to lean over and drink her juices.
“I came in your slushie,” I tell her, squeezing my swollen head. “And you drank it all down like a greedy slut for my cum.”
Sophie gasps, rocking her hips against her hand as her wetness drips out of her. “I want to feel you inside me again,” she whimpers.
I thrust up into my fist at her whine. “I know, baby. Tonight.”
She bites her lip. “Or right now.”
Blowing out a breath, I nod at her to keep going and she does, dragging her wet fingers to work her clit. Her breasts quiver in her tank top as her body trembles with her impending release.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard the next few days that you’ll be thankful we’re driving because you won’t be able to walk,” I say with a groan as I work my hand up and down my shaft. I ache with the need to come with her.
Sophie’s eyes roll back as her legs shake. She is perfection, a sight I will never grow tired of. Her pink pussy is swollen, leaking all over the seat as she pushes her fingers back inside.
“Please, Daddy. I need you,” she cries out, and I nearly explode on the spot. I’ve been desperate to hear that word fall from her lips. I didn’t even know I would be into that till the possibility of being her Daddy.
“Come for Daddy, Sophie,” I coax her, swallowing to coat my drying throat.
She shudders as she does what I ask. Her knees tilt inward as she fights the impulse to close her legs. I lean forward, pushing her thigh down to watch as her pussy spasms around her fingers. It’s one of the most magnificent sights I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper. Her quivers slow and I sit back down, a smile gracing my lips as her half-heated eyes meet mine. Sophie pulls her hand out of her pussy, holding it up so the sun glistens off her juices.
“Thirsty?” she asks.
I quirk an eyebrow and nod.
She kneels, her eyes on my lips as I suck her fingers into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around them, licking up every drop of her essence.
“How do I taste?” she whispers, her soft pants fanning across my face.
I let her hand drop from my mouth and my tongue rolls across my lips. “Like the sweetest poison. Something I won’t stop drinking till it kills me.”
A soft moan escapes her throat, and I want to kiss her. But I know if I do, I’ll pull her into the backseat and fuck her. I swallow and glance at my lap.
“Now be my good girl and suck my cock,” I tell her.
Her pupils flare as she gathers her hair to one side and leans over. The red nail polish on her dainty fingers shines as she grips my shaft and strokes me once.
My breath catches as her tongue traces around the ridge of my head and down the protruding vein on the underside. I close my eyes and lean against the headrest, lost in the feeling of her touch.
Her hands and tongue work me for a moment before half of my cock is encased in wet warmth. I gaze down at her and wrap her hair around my hand as she tries to take me entirely into her mouth.
My hold on her hair is limp as she sucks deeply. I don’t want to control her movements, I just need something to hold on to. I thrust up into her mouth, my balls drawing up when my tip bumps into her throat and she clenches around me with a gag.
Sophie pulls away, taking a deep breath before shoving my cock back into her mouth. Her nails dig into my thigh as she bobs faster, her cheeks hollow as she sucks.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as I come. I don’t warn her as my cum shoots into her mouth. She swallows it all in quick greedy pulls before I let go of her hair and she sits up. She wipes at the corner of her mouth, and I try to calm the rapid rise and fall of my chest.
“Tastes as good as I remember,” she says with a sexy smirk.
I run my palm down my face as I shake my head. Tucking myself back into my sweats, I nod at her shorts.
“You’re gonna be the death of me. Cover that pretty pussy, baby. I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”