Craving For My Stepdad's Love: Where Desire Meets Taboo

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My whole world was on fire, and any minute from now I wasn't sure if I could hold it on any longer. He was eating me deeply and all I could do was to stay on top of him and use those damn stupid codes.

“s**t—Oh my Shane, stop…Red…red.” I cried out, pushing him away from me. When I could feel his teeth on me, I breathed out heavily watching him smirk happily. “You deliberately did that didn't you?”

I was annoyed he was playing my game. Only I get to punish people and not me the other way round. I shoved him in shoulders, my cunt in pain. Never have I ever had my p***y eating out just like the way he did.

“I was only giving you a taste of your medicine. You punished me, I punish you.” He smirked and I shrugged it off. I was in pain but still admitted he was good at this. I couldn't believe that I was saying this but I really enjoyed what my stepdad did to me.

He was the only person able to make me back out of my own rules. I bit my lips, my eyes plastered on his smirking face. Surprisingly, I wasn't angered by this, I was enjoying this. I rose lazily from the sheet and I smiled sheepishly.

“Do you want to taste me raw?” I was bold to ask and Shane was pretty much dumbfounded. I chuckled, trailing my fingers from my collarbone down to my cunt. “I don't usually allow people to f**k me raw, but I think you earned it.”

“What are you up to Lauren?” I heard him say with mischief. In fact, I wasn't thinking properly, my brain was out of use and the only thing working was my instinct. I wanted him and that was all.

“You said you'd play by my rules. Don't ask me questions and just f**k me till I forget today's misery.” My response was all that he needed and he tossed me over, grabbing my ass and positioning it. He began fingering me until I was used to the pressured and with that, he thrust into me slowly allowing my c*nt to adjust to his size.

I gasped, taken back by his forceful thrust as if he was punishing me, and clutched to the bed frame as he began to move into me. I tightened up, the pressure between my legs building up.

He pulled me back against him when I tried to slip away covering the pillow over my head. His chest pressed on my back and his lips grazed the side of my neck as he whispered. “You are so tight down there baby….so perfect.” His fingers slipped down me front, finding my c**t and rubbing it in time with his thrust driving me even wilder.

I cried out feeling the orgasm build up inside my p***y, my body shaking uncontrollably, more intense than what I had pictured my first time to be.

“That is it, let it go” He rested his head on her back, thrusting deeper and urging her. “I want to feel you c*m for me.” A slow, creeping ache spread through me, and I groaned, my p***y aching as he made his final thrust into me. I clutched to the blanket, feeling my orgasm gushing out on the sheets.

He noticed it too, and his eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips. He traced a finger along her thigh, brushing against my c**t before looking back up at me. “You have your rules and I want to add mine. My rules are easy, Lauren, you don't c*m before I do, got it?” I swallowed hard, confused he had brought it up when I just had an orgasm. My throat suddenly dry when I understood what he was doing.

He was getting back at me.

“I find your mischievousness a hell of sexy. Fine, you win. What do you want to punish me with?”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against my ear. “don’t be in a rush,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. I felt shivers run through my spines, anticipating what sort of punishment he had in mind for me, and then I looked up, he was already on the chair, his legs wide open. “Come over here…”

The nice, soft tone I had known him for suddenly changed into a cold, ruthless one. I rose from the bed weakly, my squirts still gushing out as I stood to him. “When you are very naughty, Daddy can't help but punish his little girl, get on the ground.”

I smirked enjoying his authoritative tone and gulped in. I was so in whatever punishment he could come up with. Before I could respond, he lowered me with his hand on the ground, arching my back upwards and spanked my p***y hard. I moaned, shivering under his cold touch, but this time with me was rough, his grip harsher, having his hands roamed my body. I closed my eyes in anticipation as he slid his hand between my legs, parting my thighs slowly. The ache from earlier was still there but despite the discomfort, my body responded to him, wanting more.

“What’s your take on anal?”

“Never done it before. You want to punish me with anal s*x?”

“I love kittens that are smart.” The next minute, he got under me, licking me dry of my orgasm. I flinched, having his tongue ravage through me, and subsequently he slapped my ass, pushing his c**k into my hole.

I gasped as I felt him in my ass, and clenched, trying to pull him out, but he bent me lower, shoving my face to the carpet. “You haven't had your ass f****d before? Damn, it's so tight here.”

“No asshole! I have never allowed a man to screw my ass!” I yelled at him as he attempted to push his whole d**k into me. This time, the pain was sharper, and I winced, my breath catching in my throat. He paused for a moment, watching me carefully with his hands holding my hips in place.

“Tell me if you need to stop,” he murmured.

I shook my head, biting my lip. As much as it felt weird to have a c**k in my anal, I still didn’t want him to stop, despite the discomfort, I wanted to feel it again, to lose myself in the sensation of him filling me. “Go harder,” I whispered, and he nodded, moving slowly, giving me time to adjust to the feeling.

As he moved deeper inside me, I felt my thighs tightening up and he didn’t stop instead, kissed me deeply, his hands gripping my thighs as he pushed in further.

I moaned his name, my hands gripped the carpet as my body trembled beneath him while he continued to move, slowly building up the pace.

I could feel my body responding to him, my hips arching up to meet his thrusts, my breath coming out in soft gasps. He groaned, his grip tightening on my waist as he sped up, my legs quivering having an orgasm build up nside me. “Let it go,” he whispered against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. “I want to feel you come for me again.”

“I don't want to be punished again.” I cried out as he kept on slamming into me. I didn't want to take another chance again. He spanked me, tugging on my hair strand.

“Do what I tell you!”

And I did. The release hit me harder this time, my body trembling beneath him, making me cry out. My muscles clenched around him, and he groaned, thrusting into me harder, deeper, until he reached his own clim

ax, spilling into me once more.

“F—uck, that was so good.”