9. Camryn
Nine
Camryn
I’m a jumble of nerves, anticipation, lust and sheer joy as I settle myself on the bed, scooting back across the sleep-rumpled sheets. My breaths saw in and out of my chest, fast and shallow as I slowly, slowly part my legs.
“Need to see you,” Jacob says roughly, and suddenly a bedside lamp clicks on, casting the room in a soft, warm glow.
He climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he settles himself on his stomach between my spread thighs.
His hands are warm, his touch gentle enough to be reassuring, but firm enough to make sure I know he’s in charge here as he skims them up my shins, over my knees and to my inner thighs. My skin is covered in goosebumps.
I’ve never felt so exposed in my entire life. His face is only inches from my aching, wet pussy.
I might scream if he doesn’t touch me soon.
He traces lazy circles on my inner thighs, gradually sweeping closer and closer to where I want him most. His fingers drag higher, his thumbs brushing the soft, sensitive skin at the juncture of my thighs. I bite my lip, whimpering, hips shifting on the bed.
I want to close my legs. I want him to touch me. I want to stay spread like this forever.
“Look at you,” he says, and even though I’m inexperienced, I can hear the hunger in his voice.
“Your bare cunt is so pretty.” His thumbs slide up my outer lips.
“Puffy and smooth. Just gorgeous.” He presses and then pulls my lips apart, spreading me open for him.
The cool air hits my hot flesh, and I moan at how wrong it feels.
Wrong, but so, so good. “God, sweetheart, you’re dripping.
” He leans in and inhales deeply, and heat cascades over my skin, from the roots of my hair all the way down to my stomach. “You smell so goddamn good, Cammie.”
“Daddy,” I moan, hips writhing on the bed. I don’t know what I need, exactly, just more.
“That’s right, Daddy’s here to take care of this delicious little cunt.” He inhales again. “So wrong the way I want you. I’m looking at my stepdaughter’s tight little virgin pussy, and I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life. So wet and pink. Christ.”
I love that he’s leaning into the whole Daddy kink, because even though it probably says all kinds of messed up things about me, I love it, too.
“I saved it just for you, Daddy,” I say, and the groan he lets out is unholy. Delicious. Perfect.
“Such a good girl for me. And you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my big, thick cock, aren’t you, sweetheart?
I’m going to want to live between these creamy thighs.
” He massages my outer lips, rubbing them gently between his thumb and forefinger.
I ease my legs wider, wanting more of his touch. Of this filthy, taboo exploration.
He moves his fingers to my inner lips, giving them the same treatment, rubbing gently and pulling them apart. I’m fully squirming now, unable to hold still. I can feel my pulse in my clit.
“So soft. So hot and wet. You’re making a mess for me, aren’t you? My good girl has such a messy, wet pussy. And we’ll make it even messier, won’t we?” I nod, my head flopping around on my noodle of a neck. “A nice, cummy pussy for Daddy’s good girl.”
Oh, fuck. I might come, right here, right now.
He rolls my labia between his fingers, sending hot sparks everywhere.
Then his fingers slip higher, brushing over my swollen clit.
My hips jolt, and I moan so long and loud I sound like I’m in an x-rated movie.
He lets out an approving groan, then gently pushes the hood of my clit back, his gaze locked in on the swollen pink bud now protruding.
“Fuck, look at this,” he says, his voice heavy with approval. “So swollen and needy.” He circles my exposed clit with the tip of his finger, his touch maddeningly gentle. My legs are shaking. I’m sweating. I might fall apart. I might break into so many pieces that I’m never the same.
I fist the sheets, twisting the luxurious cotton around my fingers as he brushes the tip of his finger over my clit again.
Just when I’m about to start begging, he moves his fingers lower, sliding them over my wet pussy until he reaches my entrance.
My muscles tense, my breath stuttering as he circles it with a gentle touch.
“So small. So pretty. Completely untouched.” He keeps teasing around my entrance, completely unhurried.
“Look at my stepdaughter’s tight little cunt,” he rasps, and his words land like hot bubbles in my stomach, scorching and effervescent.
He brushes his mouth over the top of my bare mound, giving me an open mouthed kiss right above my clit.
“And you’ve been saving it just for Daddy because you’re such a good girl. ”
I push myself up onto my elbows, and our eyes meet. “Yes. It’s yours. And I want you to ruin me, Daddy.”
He growls and slides his hands down the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs open and up until I’m spread as wide as I can be with everything on display. I whimper and squirm in his grip, but I’m helpless, splayed open, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
One of his hands slides down, tracing the curve of my ass, and I shiver, knowing where he’s headed. What he’s looking at. His thumb brushes over my hole, and that small touch is electric. I gasp and moan as he gently strokes his thumb over it, petting me there, but not pushing in.
“One day, sweetheart, I’m going to have you here, too,” he says, still stroking over that taboo hole. “Every single part of you belongs to me. Your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. Your heart. They’re all mine, aren’t they, Cammie?”
I nod frantically. “Yes, Daddy. It’s all yours. Take it all.”
Then his hands are gone, and I nearly cry out at the loss.
But before I can protest, he’s pushing my legs back down, spreading me wide again.
His fingers return to my slick, swollen pussy, gathering my juices before dragging them up, coating my clit in my own arousal.
“You’re dripping for me, sweetheart. Soaking my sheets. ”
His praise washes over me, filthy and intoxicating. I whimper, my hips rolling against his hand, chasing the pleasure he’s so expertly building.
He holds me open again, spreading my lips wide as he starts to kiss me.
Soft, hot kisses on my mound, my inner lips, everywhere.
His breath is warm, his touch possessive, his mouth delicious as he teases me with small, gentle kisses all over my pussy, but not where I ache most for him.
I moan, my hips lifting off the bed as I chase his mouth.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he says, rubbing his index finger over my clit as he kisses me again.
“So wet and needy for Daddy. So pink and sweet.” He sucks on my labia, one at a time, and I feel like he’s devouring me.
Then his tongue drags up the center of my pussy, slow and hot, and I bite my lip to muffle a scream.
“I was never going to be able to stay away from you, Cammie. I tried. God help me, I tried. But now, tasting your sweet little cunt…I’m done. Finished.”
I gasp at his admission as his mouth moves lower, and he kisses me right over my hole, licking across it and then circling his tongue around it. I’m sweating, shaking, muscles tense. “This tight little pussy is mine,” he says in a low growl. “Every drop of this sweet honey belongs to me.”
He starts licking me everywhere in long, slow strokes—over my lips, across my clit, circling my entrance before dragging back up again.
His pace never changes. He never speeds up, just keeps licking me in those long, slow drags that have me writhing beneath him.
“Such a pretty, swollen clit,” he says, licking across it a few times, so slow.
“Dripping for Daddy and soaking my face like a good girl.”
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel—his tongue, his lips, the way he’s devouring me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me open as he licks me again, this time swirling his tongue around my clit before sucking it gently into his mouth.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed. “Daddy, please!”
“Please what, sweetheart?” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with my arousal. “You want to come? You want Daddy to make you feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my hips rolling against his mouth. “Please, I need it.”
“You need to be patient,” he growls, his tongue flicking over my clit again, just enough to make me whimper. “The first time you come for me, it’s going to be on my cock while I take this sweet cherry.”
I moan in frustration, my fingers twisting in the sheets. “But I’m so close!”
“And you’ll stay close,” he says, rubbing his mouth over my pussy, tormenting me. “Until I’m buried inside you, stretching this tight little cunt for the first time.”
“Then do it now,” I beg, practically humping his face. “Fuck me now. Now, please. I need it. Please!”
“God, I love when you beg,” he growls, then gives my clit one final suck. I almost come, but then I’m distracted by Jacob rising to his knees and shoving his tented sweatpants down. His cock swings free, thick and heavy, the flared head flushed red and dripping pre-cum.
I can’t breathe at the sight of my stepfather’s cock. It’s gorgeous. It’s huge. It’s perfect. I’m already obsessed.
I stare as he strokes himself, his balls pulling tight as he does. There’s a vein running along the side that I want to trace with my fingers. My tongue. I watch, rapt, as his big hand moves slowly up and down his shaft.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, blushing at how ridiculous my question sounds.
But Jacob just grins and takes my hand, guiding it to his massive dick. “It’s yours, Cammie. You can do whatever you want.”