15. Jacob
Fifteen
Jacob
I’ve been on edge ever since Camryn got out of the back of the Town Car, tottering away on shaky legs.
I cleaned her up as best I could—smoothing out her hair, wiping away her smudged mascara, kissing her swollen, dick-sucking lips, but watching her walk away from me made me want to leap out of the car, haul her back in and take her home with me.
I don’t recognize who I am with her. I want to tie her to the bed and fuck her for hours. Days. I want to mark her with hickeys, love bites, hand prints, fingertip bruises. I want to come on her ass, her tits, her face. She’s unleashed a monster, one I don’t know how to tame.
I’m unhinged.
I try to calm myself down by reminding myself who she used to be to me. That I used to be a father figure to her. But I must be seriously twisted, because that only turns me on more.
I only half-listened in meetings and conference calls today. I spent the entire day waiting for the second I can get back to my sweet little secret.
My shoes click on the tiled floor of the lobby, restless energy churning through me as I tap my key card and call the elevator for the penthouse.
I tap my fingers against my thigh, check my watch, shift on my feet.
Finally, the elevator arrives and I step inside.
My phone starts to ring, but I silence it immediately.
Whoever it is can leave a goddamn voice mail. I have more important things to do.
When I step into the penthouse, it’s bathed in the amber light of golden hour, everything glowing softly, as though it’s been put through a filter.
I toe off my shoes and drop my things by the front door, tugging at the collar of my shirt as I move further into the penthouse.
I’m so used to working insane hours, to coming home to an empty, silent home.
I can’t remember the last time I was home on a weekday before 8 PM.
The light really is something this time of day.
I can smell tomatoes and garlic coming from the kitchen, so I head in that direction. By the time I get there, my mouth is watering, but I forget all about food when I see her.
Camryn. My Cammie.
She’s standing at the stove, wooden spoon in hand, stirring what has to be homemade pasta sauce.
I spot a few stray pieces of onion and chopped basil on the nearby cutting board, and a crusty loaf of bread in a paper bag from a local bakery.
Her hair’s damp, and she looks all fresh and clean, like she’s just gotten out of the shower.
I realize she’s wearing one of my T-shirts, not her own clothing, and my balls give a little throb. It skims her thighs as she moves, her damp hair darkening the collar slightly. She hums as she stirs, a nameless melody that wraps itself around my heart and squeezes.
This is what I want for the rest of my life. I want to come home to Cammie, hear her puttering around, see her content and at home.
If I’m honest, not seeing her every day was the hardest part of the divorce. She was always like a sweet hit of sunshine, and when my marriage ended, the clouds came. I resigned myself to the dreariness, not wanting to admit what I’d felt for my stepdaughter.
I lean against the doorway and watch her. She looks like she belongs here, with me, in my kitchen. She looks like home.
She rises onto her tiptoes, reaching for something on a high shelf, and the shirt rides up, just enough to show me that she’s naked under there. No panties. Black Sharpie still adorning her soft skin.
Fucking hell, she makes me feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m nearly fifty, and I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. Like I’m a sweater and she could unravel me just by pulling on one loose thread.
A wave of possession crashes into me, as fierce and consuming as a storm. I feel like a caveman. I want to grab her, bend her over the counter, and bury myself inside her until she screams my name.
She glances over her shoulder at me, and I wonder how long she’s been letting me stare. She grins and turns to face me, fingers playing with the hem of the shirt, teasing it upward and giving me another glimpse of her claimed pussy.
Daddy’s girl
A part of me still can’t believe I wrote that on her, but I’m shameless in my need to claim her. To possess her and keep her.
“You’re home early,” she says, letting the shirt fall back down with a playful glint in her eyes. I push off the doorway and walk slowly towards her.
The air around us seems to thicken and pulse as I close the distance between us. My heartbeat hammers in my ears, and my skin feels too tight. When I stop in front of her, I lean down and give her a sweet, almost chaste kiss on the lips.
“I know. I wanted to be at home with you.”
Her pretty eyes go all warm and melty, and I can’t stop staring at her.
The sight of her in my T-shirt is twisting me up inside, and the way her nipples are hard and poking against the cotton has my mouth watering.
As I stare, she shifts, rubbing her thighs together, like she’s already desperate for whatever I’m about to do to her.
I kiss her again, slower and deeper this time, letting my tongue taste and explore. Everything we’re doing should feel wrong, but it doesn’t.
It feels like the only right thing I’ve ever done.
When we break apart, I reach for the hem of her shirt, the backs of my fingers brushing against the impossibly soft skin of her thighs as I lift it. My cock throbs at the sight of the black ink, stark against her pale skin.
“You didn’t wash it off,” I say, staring at where I marked her.
She blushes and dips her head. “You told me not to.”
Fuck me, she’s such a natural submissive that she does what I ask without question.
I groan, the sound coming from deep in my chest as my control starts to slip.
“Such a good girl for me,” I say. I drag the shirt all the way up, baring her mouthwatering tits, and pull the shirt off over her head.
For a moment, I’m mesmerized at the sight of her huge tits, topped with perfect pink nipples, and I cup them, pushing them together, thumbs flicking over them.
She gasps softly and arches her back, pushing into my touch. “Good girls get rewarded.”
I spin her around before she can say anything, bending her over the counter.
She gasps as her nipples hit the cold marble, and I fall to my knees behind her, pushing her thighs apart with a firm grip.
I spread her open with my fingers, exposing her glistening, swollen pussy.
She’s already wet, her pretty clit poking out of its hood.
I run my fingers up and down her slit, spreading her arousal over her lips, her clit, her adorable little asshole.
“Have you been this wet all day?” I ask, rubbing her swelling clit in little circles.
“Uh huh,” she moans, pressing her hips back. “You make me feel like this desperate girl I don’t even recognize.”
Her words go straight to my cock. I’m twisted for loving how addicted she is to me already. I lean in and take a long drag of her pussy. She smells sweet and citrusy.
She smells like mine.
“When I lived here,” she says breathlessly as I trace the tip of my tongue over her outer lips, “I used to go to my room and hump my pillow, pretending it was you.”
Her words are like a kick in the gut. Truly, I was oblivious to her feelings for me when I was married to Sylvie.
What would I have done had I known about them? I’m not a cheater, never have been, never will be, but would I have been able to stay away from Camryn?
I don’t know.
“I had no idea you were such a horny thing,” I say, spreading her open with my thumbs so I can see every inch of her.
“For you? Always.”
I reward her with a long, slow lick from her clit to her asshole and back down.
“Look at this perfect cunt.” Another lick.
“So pink and pretty. Dripping for Daddy like a good girl.” I drag my tongue up and down, making her whine against the counter.
“You taste so good, sweetheart. Every inch of you is so fucking delicious.” I suck her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it, feeling it swell.
Camryn whimpers and thrusts her hips back, wordlessly demanding more, giving herself to me without hesitation.
“Did you play with this little pussy in the shower?” I ask, and she nods, writhing against the counter.
“I…oh god, that feels so good…I teased my clit with my loofah, but I didn’t come. I wanted to wait for you.”
Fuck. The thought of her standing under the spray, legs spread, rubbing that soft sponge over her slick cunt has my cock aching. I drag my tongue up and down her slit, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch of her. “What were you thinking about, sweetheart?”
She moans as I lap at her hole, then slide my mouth back down to her clit. “How you felt inside me last night. How full I was. How good you made me feel. How long I’ve wanted you, even though it’s wrong.”
I groan against her. I feel like a king right now. She’s so wet, so fucking swollen, her lips puffy and glistening. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them against that sweet spot that makes her back arch. Her walls clench hungrily around me.
“Such a needy little thing,” I murmur, sucking her clit back into my mouth. She moans, her hips rocking against my face. “I think you like being owned, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “By you. Only you.”
With my free hand, I spread her ass cheeks apart, further exposing that tight little hole. I circle it gently with my thumb, teasing, before I lean in and drag my tongue over it, licking and kissing the sensitive ring of muscle. She whimpers, her body tensing before melting into me.
“You like when Daddy plays with your ass?” I lick her hole, watching it bloom and relax for me while I lazily slide my fingers in and out of her pussy, grazing my thumb over her clit with every thrust.
“I do. I didn’t think I would, but I do.
It feels so dirty and wrong, but that’s part of what makes it good.
” Her words remind me of something she said last night, about how part of the reason our attraction is so hot is the taboo nature of it.
Camryn might be inexperienced, but I’m willing to bet she’s got a kinky side I’m more than happy to help coax out of her.
“Oh god, I’m so close, please, Jake. Please. ”
I keep a steady pace, fucking her with my fingers, rubbing her clit with my thumb, licking and sucking her pretty little asshole until her thighs are shaking and she’s a dripping, incoherent mess.
“Oh, fuck! Daddy!” she screams, and I grin against her as she starts to come, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her asshole fluttering against my tongue. I keep licking, keep fucking her with my fingers, drawing out every last shudder until she’s shaking and boneless against the counter.