Hazel
i wake up what feels like hours later. The lamp is still on, and Xavier and I are both sprawled out on our backs, asleep for who knows how long. My t-shirt is pulled up, Xavier’s cum drying on my breasts, and he’s naked from the waist down. If Melanie were to walk in, there would certainly be no way to hide what we were doing.
I wonder idly if she could have heard anything through the wall. The house has remarkable soundproofing, but the low, guttural roar Xavier gave as he came would be unmistakable if she heard it. I kind of hope she did, I think meanly. It would serve her right to find out that I’m fucking her husband.
Although… Her husband. I hate to think of Xavier that way. He’s mine in every way. Every way…except one.
The sex I had with Dante last summer felt good at the time, even though it seemed like I couldn’t get the rhythm quite right, and I definitely didn’t come. But being penetrated, having a man inside of me, was a kind of pleasure I hadn’t expected-like it fulfilled a need I didn’t even know I had. If it felt good to have Dante’s cock inside of me, I can only imagine how a cock the size of Xavier’s would feel. I want it, for so many reasons, yet Xavier seems to see it as a kind of final frontier. It’s the most forbidden thing of all. But as long as he’s never fucked me Melanie will always have some bigger part of him than I do.
I sit up and pull off my t-shirt, wiping his cum off my chest, and he stirs beside me, blinking up at me sleepily.
“What time is it?” he asks.
I shrug. “Don’t know. We fell asleep.”
“Hm,” he grunts, pulling me into his arms as I lie back down. He cups a breast with each hand and I feel his erection press against the cotton panties I’m still wearing. I wriggle my hips against it.
“Careful, baby. You’re going to make Daddy have to come again.”
My heart palpitates. For as long as I live, I don’t think I could ever tire of seeing Xavier come-seeing that helpless, desperate, indulgent side of him that I’d never seen before.
I take a short breath. “I want you to come. I want to make you come…inside of me.”
His cock twitches against my ass. “Fuck, baby,” he moans. “You don’t know how badly I want that.” He lowers his voice and growls in my ear. “You don’t know how badly Daddy wants to fuck his little girl, but it’s not allowed.”
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper, arching my back to press harder against his cock. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Fuck, Hazel.” He grinds his erection against me, rolling his hips to rub himself back and forth across my ass, my underwear the only barrier between us. Then, with a frustrated breath, he moves away from me and rolls onto his back. “I can’t. Not tonight. Not with your mom in the next room. Not like this.”
I turn over to see that he has his cock in his hand. That even as he tries to set this limit between us, he’s right at the edge of his self-control. He closes his eyes, fist wrapped around the base of his cock.
“I think about it constantly,” he whispers. “What you would feel like.”
“I do, too,” I whisper back. He opens his eyes and looks at me, a pained expression on his face.
“I shouldn’t want that.”
“But I want it too.” I want him to understand just how serious I am about this. I’m not a child anymore, and I know what I want.
He groans, and grips his cock, slowing rubbing his hand up and then down. “Christ.” He furrows his brows. “You would feel so good. Your tight little cunt…”
My breath hitches, and he continues.
“My sweet little girl. My sweet, soft, tight little girl. Fuck. Baby. You got me so hard.”
I love seeing his face in the lamplight as he strokes himself-eyes closed, pleasure and pain rendering him helpless-and then he turns dark eyes to me in a way that sends hot tingles over my scalp. “I want you do something for me.”
“Anything,” I breathe, and mean it.
“Sit up and let me look at you.”
“Okay.” I sit up so that I’m positioned by his hip, knees bent and butt resting on my heels, wearing nothing but the panties he ate me out in and the diamond necklace he gave me. He stares at my body and groans.
“Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you do to me,” he moans. “Daddy needs to take care of himself again because of how hard you made him. You make me so fucking hard all the time, Hazel.”
His hand moves faster, his cock turgid and red in his fist, and his mouth slackens, his eyes getting a distant look but never leaving my body.
I reach down and pull his t-shirt up, exposing the muscled ridges of his torso, and the deep V of abdominal muscles between his hips.
“You like watching me, baby girl?” he asks. “You want to watch Daddy come?”
I nod. I’m captivated by the utter vulnerability of my stepfather as he rubs out his own pleasure, the pained expression crossing his face as he gives himself over to his desire.
“How long have you been on the birth control pill, Hazel?” he asks suddenly.