6. Vincent #2
I strip off my own clothes quickly, pulling my shirt over my head and shoving my pants down. My cock springs free, hard and aching. The cool air of the room hits my overheated skin.
I position myself between Violet's legs, spreading them wider. Her thighs fall open easily, offering no resistance. She remains asleep, completely unaware of what's about to happen.
I guide my cock to her entrance, feeling the wet heat against the broad head. Press forward slowly, watching her face for any sign of waking. Any flutter of her eyelids, any change in her breathing.
Her expression stays peaceful, relaxed, even as I enter her. Even as my cock begins to stretch her pussy open.
She's tight. So fucking tight. Wet from my tongue and fingers, but still gripping me hard. Her body accommodating me despite her sleeping state, yielding inch by inch.
I slide in slowly, savoring every sensation.
The heat of her inner walls. The way her pussy grips my shaft, molding around it.
Until I'm fully seated inside her, buried balls-deep.
My cock is buried in my stepdaughter's pussy while she sleeps.
The forbidden nature of it sends dark pleasure coursing through my veins.
She makes a small sound. "Mm..." A soft hum that vibrates through her chest.
Doesn't wake. Her breathing stays deep and even.
I hold still for a moment, savoring the sensation. The tight heat surrounding my cock. Her inner muscles flutter around my shaft, unconscious contractions that feel incredible. Like her body is trying to pull me deeper.
Then I begin to move. Slow, careful thrusts. Withdrawing until just the head remains inside, then pushing back in. Feeling every inch of her pussy along my shaft. The wet slide, the grip, the heat.
Violet doesn't wake at all. Doesn't even partially rouse. She remains deeply asleep throughout, truly unconscious. Her face stays relaxed, peaceful, even as I fuck her.
I continue slowly, carefully, watching her face. Searching for any sign that she's aware of what's happening.
Her expression stays peaceful. But her body responds in ways she can't control.
Her breathing changes slightly with each thrust. Becomes a little faster, a little more shallow. Small sounds escape her—soft sighs that catch in her throat, quiet exhalations that might be pleasure.
Her pussy grows wetter, gripping my cock tighter with each stroke. I can feel her arousal building, the increased slickness, the way her inner muscles clench more firmly.
I change angle slightly, adjusting my hips. Hit deeper, pressing against that spot inside her that makes her crazy when she's awake. Her back arches slightly in response, an unconscious movement.
But her eyes don't flutter. She doesn't grab for me. Doesn't reach out.
She's completely gone. Lost in sleep. While I use her body for my pleasure.
The trust implicit in that—that she can sleep through me fucking her, that she's this deeply vulnerable with me—is overwhelming. Makes my chest tight with something I don't want to name.
My possessive satisfaction is intense. She's so completely mine that her body accepts me even when her mind is absent. Even unconscious, she yields to me.
I increase my pace slightly, my control slipping. The need building too strong to maintain the careful rhythm.
Grip her hips with both hands, pulling her onto my cock with each thrust. Using her sleeping weight for leverage.
The sound of skin slapping against skin is quiet in the dark room, but distinctly audible.
My balls slap against her ass with each stroke, the impact sending small jolts through her body.
I can feel Violet's pussy start to tighten around my cock. The telltale fluttering, the way her inner walls begin to clench rhythmically. Her body is building toward orgasm even though she's asleep. Even though her mind is completely absent.
I reach between us with one hand, finding her clit. Circle it firmly with my thumb, applying pressure with each pass.
Her breathing speeds up immediately. Becomes shallow pants that make her chest rise and fall rapidly. Her inner muscles start fluttering more intensely, the contractions coming faster.
Then she comes. Still completely asleep.
Her pussy clenches hard around my shaft. Rhythmic contractions that grip me like a fist. Her inner walls pulsing, milking my cock.
A soft moan escapes her. "Ahh..." Breathy and unconscious.
But her eyes stay closed. Her face relaxed, peaceful even in the midst of orgasm.
She's having an orgasm in her sleep. Her body responding to my cock even though her mind is absent. Climaxing on my shaft without any awareness of what's happening.
The realization sends dark satisfaction coursing through me. Makes my cock throb inside her.
I fuck her through her orgasm, prolonging it. Keeping the pressure on her clit, maintaining the steady thrust of my hips. Her pussy soaks my cock, her arousal evident in the wet sounds, the increased slickness.
But she never fully wakes. Just makes soft sleeping sounds. Little sighs and murmurs that might be pleasure.
My own orgasm builds rapidly after her unconscious climax. The tightness of her pussy clenching around me. The wrongness of fucking her while she's truly asleep, completely unaware.
My thrusts become harder, less controlled. I can feel my balls tightening, drawing up. The pressure building at the base of my spine.
I drive deep, holding myself inside her completely. Buried as far as I can go. My cock pulses, releasing my cum deep in her pussy. Marking her inside.
I groan quietly, the sound rough in my throat. The pleasure intense, overwhelming. Flooding through my entire body.
I can feel each spurt of my release. Hot and thick. Filling her. Claiming her in the most primal way possible.
Her pussy milks me through it. Unconscious muscle contractions drawing out my orgasm, squeezing every last drop from my cock.
When I finish, I stay buried in her. Catching my breath. Feeling my heart pound in my chest.
She's still sleeping. Completely unaware of what just happened. Her breathing deep and even, her face peaceful.
I just fucked my stepdaughter and made her come while she slept through the entire thing.
The weight of that realization settles over me. Dark and possessive and deeply, deeply satisfying.
We've fucked countless times before—in our hotel room in Paris, in dark corners where no one could see us, in stolen moments when the world felt far away.
But doing this here, in the home we share, in the bed that's supposed to be hers alone, feels different.
It confirms something. Makes it real in a way that can't be undone.
Gives this twisted relationship a legitimacy that terrifies and thrills me in equal measure.
I withdraw from Violet carefully. My cum leaks out of her pussy. A wet trail on her inner thigh.
I consider cleaning her. But decide to leave the evidence. Let her wake up and find proof of what I did.
I pull the blankets over her, covering her naked body. She shifts slightly in her sleep. A soft sigh escaping.
Doesn't wake. Doesn't even approach consciousness.
I lie down beside her. On top of the blankets. Still naked.
Watch her sleep. My mind racing.
The depth of my feelings for her is undeniable now. This isn't just a physical arrangement. Isn't just forbidden desire.
I'm possessive of her in a way that consumes me.
The thought of her leaving. Finding someone else. Building a life without me. It's unbearable.
She's twenty-one to my forty-nine. My ex-wife's daughter. Completely taboo.
But I don't care anymore about what's appropriate or socially acceptable.
I want her. Need her. And I'm going to keep her as long as she'll stay.
I know it's selfish. Probably wrong. She deserves someone appropriate. Someone her own age with a normal future ahead.
But I can't give her up. Can't let her go.
So I'll keep her. For as long as she'll let me.
And when the time comes that she wants to leave, it will destroy me.
I lean close to Violet's sleeping face. Whisper against her hair.
"You're mine, Violet. Completely mine. I'm never letting you go."
She can't hear me. Deeply asleep after I fucked her.
But saying it aloud makes it real. Solidifies my decision.
I press a kiss to her temple. Tender despite everything.
Then settle beside her to sleep for the first time in her bed.
Usually I retreat to my own room after somno encounters. But tonight I stay. Claiming this space as mine too.
Making a statement even though she's unconscious. Her bed is my bed now. Her room is my territory.
I lie in Violet's bed, watching her sleep. The house is silent around us. Dark and peaceful.
Outside, the suburban neighborhood is quiet. Everyone asleep.
But inside this room, our forbidden relationship has deepened beyond just physical.
My hand rests possessively on Violet's hip under the blanket. She sleeps on, unaware of my presence. My confession. My decision.
She's mine now. Completely.
Consequences be damned.