I watch his eyes as he processes my answer. Please believe me. It’s the truth.
After several seconds, he nods, apparently satisfied. I expect him to go back to what he was doing, and ready myself for him to take my virginity, but that isn’t what happens.
Baron quickly gets down on his knees in front of me. I gasp and try to figure out what to say to stop him, but he moves too quickly and with such intent that I know it would be futile anyway.
I feel his breath first. Hot on my thighs and my lips. Then the moisture and pressure from his tongue as he finds my clitoris, as though he knew exactly where to find it. I soar. I might as well be on a rocket ship headed for space. All thought leaves my mind, and my hands tighten on the couch cushions as he goes down on me, something I never thought I’d be comfortable enough to let anyone do.
Let alone him…
Guys talk. They say things about doing this to girls. It’s gross. It tastes bad. It’s submissive.
But Baron seems oblivious to all that, and what he’s doing to me is certainly not submissive. He may have his head between my legs, but he’s the one in complete control.
“You—you don’t have to do that,” I whimper. As if he doesn’t know that already. His response is a hungry groan that vibrates through my core as his tongue carries me to new heights.
His hands move to the back of my legs, and he presses them back, all the way so my knees are touching my shoulders. All of my business is out there. I’ve never been more exposed. There’s no hiding a single inch of my body from him at this point.
Now, from this angle, he’s looking down at me as he licks me, increasing the pressure with his tongue until I’m shaking all over. Yeah, I’m up in space now.
Like a supernova, I go off again. My body convulses, and my abs flex so hard I push back against Baron. But he holds me strong in place, not letting me go anywhere. His tongue is glued to my little wet button, which pulses with a golden rhythm. I bite down on my fist, trying my best not to cry out and let the rest of the guests hear me coming.
My body rocks. Baron’s hands hold me tight. I shudder and whimper as the last of my climax rolls out of me. Finally, reading my reaction perfectly, Baron lifts his tongue and slowly lets me unfold back onto the couch. I look up at him and see his mouth, chin and cheeks are shining from my wetness.
“I—I don’t even…”
“You taste so fucking good, princess,” Baron tells me. This shocks me.
“I thought guys didn’t like doing that?”
Baron scoffs. “Betas don’t like doing it. But that’s because they’re betas.”
“Are you sure? I…taste okay?”
“Okay?” Baron replies as though it was the silliest question in the world. “You’ve never tasted yourself before?”
I shake my head, suddenly feeling silly. But Baron just grins and leans in. “Here. Let me show you.”
Oh my God. He’s really doing this.
When his lips meet mine, I almost want to pull away. It can’t be good. He’s just saying this to be nice. But Baron doesn’t do things to be nice. In fact, that’s the total opposite of his personality. And what I want right now doesn’t matter anyway; he’s in total control.
Our lips meet, and all the tension flows out of me. He kisses me deep, then pulls back and stares deep into my eyes.
“See? I told you.” I don’t even know how to respond. Thankfully, he does. “You taste sweeter than the sweetest candy, princess, and I could go to bed every night with my face between your thighs and wake up there every morning. I’d be the happiest man on Earth. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He’s overwhelming. An Adonis. A total sex-god.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His eyes sparkle, and again, he positions himself between my legs. I look down at his enormous cock, still afraid, but ready.
“Now, you teasing little slut,” he says, a jesting look on his face. “It’s time to give you what you’ve been dying to have.”
And then, before I can even take a deep breath, my stepdad slides his cock into me.
11
Pixie
An explosion of emotions occurs inside me that is so intense it’s almost painful, but not as painful as the stretch I feel as Baron enters me.
Like he said, it’s there, but then it’s immediately gone. My jaw drops open, and I surrender myself to him, totally and completely, nothing held back.
On their own, my legs begin to close, but Daddy isn’t having any of that. Again, he forces them wide open with a hungry grunt and presses me down into the couch so I can’t go anywhere. I watch in complete awe as every one of his inches vanishes inside of me.
When he bottoms out inside me, I feel another pain. It’s deeper, almost in my stomach, and this time I’m forced to cry out.
“I never said my love would come easy, princess. It comes along with a little bit of pain, and an incredible nine inches.”
Love?
Did he just say love?
Strong hands seize my waist as I manage to relax my legs and submit. Hypnotic eyes bear down on mine as he lowers himself down over me. As his hips begin to pump, his lips find my nipple. The tiniest kiss causes my back to arch. The sensations amplify a hundredfold.
“Jesus, Pixie. It’s even tighter than I imagined. That tight virgin pussy makes me already want to come.”
His words are music to my ears. I’m desperate to please him, not anger him, understand the deepest depths of his soul. I’m shaken by the realization. Things are changing inside of me, and not just because I’m being fucked silly by my stepfather.
His cock flexes inside me, expands, increases the stretch. “Fuck,
