Taboo One Shots: Erotica Collection

"Daddy, please. No. No! Wake up, please. Please. Save him," Tess mumbled in her sleep, her forehead creased with a deep frown with beads of sweat forming in between. She bolted upright in bed, chest heaving, startled awake by the nightmare that wasn't a nightmare at all. How many more times would she wake up in a cold sweat, remembering her father's death? A storm raged on outside to boot. Tess yelped, all but jumping out her skin and hugging herself tight alongside the covers. Another deafening rumble of thunder shook the house. Lightning lit up the sky. Rain pelted the windows like her childhood home itself had sinned. Transgressed against the heavens. All she wanted was a good night's sleep before her big day. Tomorrow was already going to be a little sad, because her dad wouldn't be there. Did she have to mope about it tonight too? Couldn't she have a little scrap of happiness? "D-double whammy, is it?" she stuttered, her teeth chattering in the cold as a familiar tightness of grief settled on her chest. It got better they said. It did, expect on nights like tonight, it was like the accident happened just yesterday. She killed her own dad by insisting he take her out on that boat despite the storm. His death was her fault. No one could convince her otherwise. Tess hated storms, for obvious reasons. Every time she looked up at those dark clouds, she thought of her dad putting that life jacket on her as rough waters swished them back and forth. She cried her eyes out, somehow knowing he was giving up his life to save hers. Equal parts angry and grateful, Tess had no choice but to live with his sacrifice. It was the night before her wedding. Pete, her fiancé, was probably drunk and passed out from celebrating his last night of freedom with his friends. Tess didn't want a bachelorette party. Instead, she opted to spend the night with her parents. Her favourite people. Now she wished she had chosen differently. She wanted to be drunk. "Pick up. Pick up," she all but begged, staring at Pete's name on her phone's screen as she paced up and down her childhood bedroom, biting her nails. No answer. Go figure. Another lightning bolt lit up her room. The rain came down harder, in sheets, like it was aiming to flood the world. Tess screamed, but the sound died off, getting lost in the storm's wrath. Shaking like a leaf, both out of fear and from feeling cold, Tess slipped her bare feet into her slippers and ran for the door. At twenty two, she felt absolutely ridiculous, shuffling down the hallway to her parents’ bedroom in the middle of the night. She knew her gentle, but strong step dad, Tyrone, wouldn't mind though. When her parents got divorced, Tess was only eight. She hated her mom for marrying Tyrone six months later. But then they lost her real dad a year later. Gradually, Tess learned to grow grateful for Tyrone's presence in their lives. Of course no one could ever take her dad's place in her heart, but when times were tough, Tyrone really stepped up. Now he and Tess were inseparable. He was her dad in every way that mattered. "Daddy, why am I even marrying Pete? He's a f*****g moron. You and mom are all I need," Tess mumbled with a sigh to Tyrone's passed out form. She lifted the heavy duvet and crawled into the big bed, slipping between her mother Annie and her step father, Tyrone. There was nothing wrong with Pete per say. Tess just wasn't quite sure he was right for her. Did he love her like daddy loved her mom? Annie was out cold, snoring lightly. This made Tess smile, as she knew her mom had been having trouble sleeping lately. Tyrone supported Annie throughout it all, staying up with her when she needed him. Would stupid Pete, who knew Tess was afraid of storms, do the same fourteen years from now? Tess knew she was getting too old for cuddle time with daddy, but she curled up against Tyrone's broad, muscular back anyway. Seeking the safety she’d always found in him since he came into their lives, she slid her arms around his waist and huddled close. "Sorry, mom. Just for a little bit. Last time, I promise," Tess muttered with a relieved sigh, her cold body shivering against Tyrone's hot build. Tyrone stirred in the darkness, eager to snuggle up to his wife under the darkness of the storm. Concerned that her insomnia was getting the better of her, he turned slowly, a soft smile creeping up on him as his hard on brushed against the duvet. Maybe more than cuddling? Hey, staying up night after night did have some perks. Annie never shied away from a f**k. "Still not asleep?" Tyrone muttered groggily, his voice hoarse from sleep. "Did the sleeping pill not do it? Need a little help?" He spoke in such hushed tones that the storm drowned him out completely. A tired Tess barely registered that he was speaking. Assuming that Tyrone would naturally understand her presence, she happily snuggled up to him when he turned to face her. How wrong she had been. Encouraged by the warm, soft curves rubbing up against his hard, brawny front, Tyrone slid a large hand over her hip. Tess gasped as he boldly cupped the soft, full curve of her ass through her thin night gown. "Daddy?" she squeaked, her pulse skyrocketing as she froze up in shock. "W-what are you doing?" she called out, as the pounding rain gradually turned into a calm, light rain outside. A half asleep Tyrone thought his wife was looking to spice up their s*x life by role playing. Was she playing the innocent damsel in distress? He squeezed her little ass cheek possessively, then pulled her closer so her body pressed flush against his, his hard d**k poking at her belly through his boxers. “Just feeling up my sexy, little wife. Is that not allowed?” he murmured, voice husky with sleep and marked arousal.