8. Camryn
Eight
Camryn
He goes very, very still, and then he nods, lifting his arm and pulling me so that I’m tucked into his side, my head resting on his chest. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning.
He smells incredible, like warm skin and a hint of expensive cologne.
I press my thighs together as I cuddle into him, letting my hand rest on his impressively hard stomach. His skin is warm and smooth.
Something twitches in his sweatpants, and I stare, mesmerized, at Jacob’s hardening cock.
His fingers slide into my hair, petting me in a soothing rhythm.
“Comfortable?” he asks, and I nod.
“Very.” And it’s true, I am, even if my nipples are painfully hard and my pussy feels like it’s on fire. I let my gaze wander over him, taking in the faint dusting of chest hair, the slopes of muscle, his brown nipples. I imagine biting each of his abs, leaving a mark. My mark.
My gaze drifts lower, following the trail of dark hair to where it disappears below his gray sweats and then to the outline of his dick, now visibly tenting his pants. I try, but I can’t stop the small whimper that escapes my lips.
He’s hard. Because of me.
God, it’s so wrong, but I must be some kind of freak, because I love it. I want this man in a way I’ve never experienced before.
His fingers massage my scalp, and I make this really embarrassing little purring noise.
The only indication that he even heard it is the way his dick twitches when I do.
Rain splatters against the windows, and I snuggle even closer, aching for him.
I can hear his heart beat, pounding a bit faster than it was a minute ago.
I feel like I’m melting into him. This man who’s the only father figure I’ve ever had.
It’s forbidden. It’s taboo. And that only makes me want it—him, us, this—more.
He sighs, his chest moving up and down. “You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman, Camryn,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “Not just on the outside. All of you. You’re smart, and strong, and sweet.” His fingers stroke through my hair again, and I feel like a happy, horny little kitten.
“You have to say that kind of stuff,” I tease. “Being my step dad and all.”
“Not anymore, I’m not.” He tugs gently on the hair at the base of my skull, tilting my head up.
His hand slips from my hair to my jaw, holding me in place as he searches my face.
“And I don’t say things I don’t mean.” His thumb brushes across my cheekbone, heat sparking under his touch.
“You were always a beautiful girl. But now? You’re fucking stunning, sweetheart. ”
My face goes hot, but I don’t look away. I let him see me blush, see what his words are doing to me.
The only man I’ve ever wanted thinks I’m stunning.
This is the best day of my life.
My heart is hammering against my ribs so hard, I wonder if he can hear it. “I have a confession,” I whisper, my voice shaking a little.
“What is it?”
I swallow hard, my entire body going haywire. “I had a crush on you, back when you were my…when you were married to my mother.”
He lets out a soft, deep groan that I feel in my clit, and his eyes flutter closed. “You shouldn’t say things like that to me, Cammie.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
He takes a deep breath, and when his eyes open, they find mine immediately. “Is your crush all in the past?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “Not even a little.”
The air around us is thick, pulsing, crackling with energy and tension.
He tips my face up to his, and I lean in closer. I can feel his breath fanning over my parted lips.
“This is wrong,” he says, his voice raspy. “I shouldn’t want you the way I do.”
My pulse goes crazy, my heart leaping up into my throat. I’m soaked, creaming my panties. “I know,” I whisper back, leaning in so close that our lips are only millimeters apart. “That’s part of what makes it so good.”
He groans and nods, and as he does, his lips brush against mine. I gasp at the contact. “Please,” I say on a ragged whisper, my hands sliding over his chest. “Kiss me, Jacob.”
“Cam.” The way he moans my name will be forever etched onto my brain. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since you showed up at my front door.”
Our noses brush, adrenaline spiking and making it hard to breathe. “You should’ve. And you should definitely, absolutely kiss me right now.”
“Fuck,” he exhales, our foreheads pressing together. “Cammie.” His lips brush against mine again, but this time he doesn’t stop. His fingers weave into my hair, pulling me close as he kisses me. Actually kisses me, with lips and tongue and shaking breaths. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“Yes, you should. Because I want you, Jacob. So much.” Our lips brush as we speak.
He groans and kisses me, pulling me closer. Blood rushes to my head, and I feel like the room is spinning. He kisses me like he’s tasting me, savoring me, biting into forbidden fruit.
Giving in to wicked, taboo temptation.
His tongue slides against mine, and I can taste the wine we were drinking.
I give his tongue a tentative suck, and he moans, his hand tightening in my hair.
I slide my hands over his bare chest, savoring the feel of warm skin and hard muscle, and he kisses me harder, deeper.
My pussy is dripping, making a mess of my panties, and I don’t care.
I moan and melt into him, pressing closer, closer, but it’s still not close enough.
I don’t think it will be until he’s buried inside me, taking what I saved for him.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he practically growls, hauling me into his lap.
I’m splayed open for him like this, my knees pressing into the cool leather on either side of his hips.
We let out a shuddery moan in unison when my pussy rubs against his hard cock, straining against his sweatpants.
“You see what you do to me? Fuck, Cammie.”
I lean forward, licking and kissing up his neck.
“I’m so wet for you, Daddy,” I whisper, and I feel his body jolt at the filthy words.
My face is on fire, my heart racing, nerves quaking in my stomach, and for a tiny fraction of a second, I wonder if I said the wrong thing.
But then he grinds up into me, groaning.
“Fucking hell, I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.”
I nip at his ear. “But you do?” I need the confirmation. I’m already flying blind here, pushing the boundaries of my meager experience.
“So much, sweetheart.” His hands slide into my hair, and he tugs me back so he can meet my eyes. “I’ve wanted to be your Daddy for far too long now.” He kisses a path up the center of my throat. “Wanted to take care of you and spoil you. Keep you and fuck you.”
I whimper, and then we’re kissing again, tongues tasting and sliding.
His hands drop from my hair to my hips, encouraging me to grind against him.
Every time my clit drags over his cock, I moan and pant and writhe.
I’m swollen, wet, needy, empty. I’m probably leaving nail marks on his shoulders with the way I’m clinging to him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He deepens the kiss, claiming my mouth and forever ruining me for anyone else.
His hands are everywhere—in my hair, on my hips, sliding up and down my spine, tracing the heavy undersides of my aching breasts.
He’s so hard, so thick and long, and I feel dizzy with how much I want him. With how much he obviously wants me.
We kiss and kiss, and eventually his hands slide down my sides. His fingers curl around the hem of my t-shirt as rain patters steadily against the windows.
“Can I take this off, sweetheart?” His voice is rough, his eyes bouncing between my face and the hard points of my nipples, visible through my thin shirt.
I nod, my throat too tight to form words. I let out a shaky exhale as he slowly lifts my shirt, goosebumps erupting where his knuckles graze my skin. I lift my arms and then I’m bare, cool air swirling over my hot skin as Jacob tosses my shirt aside.
I’m now sitting in his lap in nothing but a pair of wet panties.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands cupping my bare breasts immediately.
“Look at you. So fucking perfect.” He rubs his thumbs over my hard nipples, and I whimper, writhing, my back arching as I push into his touch.
“I’ve dreamed about these tits, Cammie. Fantasized about them.
” God, the sight of them in his big hands is going to be seared into my brain forever.
I can’t stop staring at where he’s cupping me.
I swallow thickly as he keeps playing with my nipples, every sweep of his thumb sending an electric current of need straight to my clit.
“You don’t think they’re…too big?” I’ve always been self-conscious about how large my breasts are, wishing I had a smaller, more delicate frame.
“Hell no,” he grits out, giving my nipples a scolding pinch. “I’ve been obsessed with them for longer than I should admit. I’ve thought about touching them, tasting them, sliding my cock between them.”
His words send a jolt straight to my clit, and I moan, my hips rocking against him.
He lifts my tits higher and presses them together, and then his mouth is on me.
He flicks his tongue over one nipple, a long slow lick that makes me feel like I’m melting.
He does it again, and again, licking my nipple until it’s so sensitive it almost hurts, and then he sucks it into his mouth.
“Oh, god, Jacob,” I moan, fingers weaving into his hair, holding him to me as he sucks and sucks.
“Such a good girl, letting Daddy suck on these pretty tits,” he rasps, and then he switches to the other nipple, licking and licking until my nipple is a hard, almost painful peak. Only when I’m about to beg does he suck my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as he switches back and forth, tormenting my nipples with licks and sucks and bites. My panties are soaked through at this point, and a part of me still can’t believe I’m doing this with him. That this is real. That he wants me, too.