“We’re going to ride this ride, little girl,” he rasps, tracing the split of my backside with his calloused middle finger. “And then I’m going to take you to the parking lot and fuck you silly in the backseat of my car. Tell me you want it, too.”
“I want it,” I whimper, letting him lift me up into his hold, my toes rubbing against his shins, our mouths interlocked and breathing, breathing.
“Please step into lane three,” someone calls behind us. “You’re in the next car.”
We both laugh, Brody managing to set me down, but he keeps his arm around my shoulder, his lips grazing my temple periodically, as we take our place to wait our turn.
As excited as I am to ride this roller coaster—I’ve been waiting since I was a child—I can barely focus on anything but the man beside me and what’s about to happen.
I’m going to have sex with him and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
My conscience is no match for the gravity between us.
How safe I feel with him. How wanted.
On the way down the steep drop, everyone around me screams and I throw my arms up in the air, screaming along with them, letting the night air cool my flushed cheeks, the wind sending my hair in a hundred directions. And when I reach the bottom and I’m laughing, more exhilarated than I can ever remember, Brody is watching me with an emotion in his eyes that I can’t name, but it echoes inside me, substantial and undeniable.
He takes me hand and helps me off the ride, leading me out of the park.
7
Brody
It seems to take hours to reach my Range Rover, but in reality it’s only minutes. I have to keep stopping to kiss London’s sweet mouth, my hands running all over the delectable curves of her body. A few times, I swear we’re not going to make it to the relative privacy of my vehicle, that I’m going to back her into the shadows and fuck her standing up in plain view of anyone passing by, but we make it somehow, my finger stabbing the button on my key ring to unlock the door.
As obsessed as I am with my stepdaughter, I underestimated how much. I was shortsighted to think I could take this slow and work on bringing us close when I love her so much. When I need to be inside her more than I need the blood in my veins. She is magnificent. She is mine. And I can’t wait any longer to make that truth real in every sense.
Even though we’ve only known each other one day, I have to believe she will not get scared and run away when I reveal the full truth of how I found her. I have to have faith.
Confidence intact, I pull open the back door, watching London clamber inside on hands and knees. She turns to me, wide eyed and excited, and there’s no more waiting. Her thighs are parted, showing off her panties, offering me her cherry on a platter. I’m going to take it. I have to. With my cock straining painfully behind my fly, I lunge in behind her and slam the door, locking it, turning and flattening her on the backseat.
“Daddy is done waiting,” I growl, ripping her T-shirt down the middle.
The street light comes in through the tinted window to play on her pale, trembling globes, the peaked nipples in the center of them.
“Fuck,” I snap, unzipping her jeans skirt and tearing the thing down her legs, throwing it over my shoulder. “You’ve driven me to the edge, little girl. It was hard enough having you wiggle that tight ass around in my lap without coming. Then I see other males looking at you?” I yank down her panties and discard them in the foot well. “For that, I’m going to pump so deep, you’ll see stars.”
“How is that my fault?” she whispers, watching me unzip my jeans, quick breaths expanding her ribcage.
“It’s not, baby.” I take my cock, groaning over the freedom, the space it has now to grow. “You’re just the one who pays for my jealousy. It’s not fair, is it?”
She shakes her head, moving her long blonde hair around her shoulders.
I push her legs apart and pin her, dropping my heavy dick down on top of her mound and rolling my hips. At the same time, I shove my mouth up against her ear and say, “No, it’s not fair, but those are the breaks when you’ve got a sweet little hole between your legs that fits a man’s cock, London. It’s where seed goes. And the seed builds and builds every fucking second of the day in a man.” I ram my dick up against the juncture of her thighs, capturing her gasp with my left palm. “When I see another man looking at what’s mine, all I can think about is getting my seed inside you first. Your tight, wet pussy does that. It drives me goddamn crazy, so I can only imagine what it’s doing to every other man in the vicinity. When that happens, you get fucked, hard and raunchy. End of story. Fair is the last thing on my mind.”
Maybe I should be holding back the harsh truth of my possessiveness, but I can’t. With her cornflower eyes blinking at me over the top of my hand, everything comes tumbling out. She’s got me too horny and jealous to temper my words. Or my actions. That must be why I take my left hand off her mouth and take rough hold of my cock, guiding it between her thighs. Rubbing a path up and down within her folds to gather dampness, before working it into the impossibly narrow entrance to her body.
“Come on, baby,” I grit, managing to get the head inside. “Let Daddy in.”
“I’m trying,” she hiccups.
God, she’s so beautiful, naked beneath me on the seat. With her cunt lips parted around my shaft, I almost shove the rest of the way in. But I love this girl. I love her in a way that goes beyond reason and sanity—and she’s a virgin. Whether she did it consciously or not, she saved herself for me. I won’t squander this gift.
Bringing our mouths together, I soothe her with a long, unhurried kiss. I tongue her deep in that pretty mouth until she starts to mewl, her hips getting restless. Moisture rushes to the place where I’ve only managed to get an inch deep, the slickness allowing me to push in more. And more. Until I’m about halfway. I keep working my mouth over the top of hers, swallowing her little anxious sounds. Waiting for a sign that she’s ready for the rest of my cock. And I get it when she digs her nails into my ass and makes a sound of frustration.
“More, Daddy.”
I go fucking blind for a minute, the pleasure of those words is so intense. Then, desperate as a beast in heat, I grip the door handle, prop my right foot against the opposite side of the vehicle and shove—hard—ripping through the barrier of her innocence.
London’s whine fills the car, clashing with my growl.
“Are you okay?” I ask raggedly.
“Yes,” she gasps, her knees raising, hugging my sides.
I’m already stroking. Ferociously. I can’t stop.
She’s tight as hell and drenched. Perfect.
The Range Rover rocks around us, the windows fogging from our hot breaths and the aggressiveness with which I’m mating my stepdaughter. There is both pleasure and pain in the act. Pleasure from looking at her, having our sweaty skin slide together, our mouths locked and fucking in their own way, my cock being squeezed rhythmically, being taken to heaven. There is also pain in keeping the semen from spewing out immediately, in honor of her perfection. In honor of my obsession. There is pain in my cramped belly, my weighted balls slapping off her supple backside, over and over, reminding me how badly I need to lighten them.