Forbidden Desires

Please Daddy

** Robert’s Pov ***

I didn't know whether to stop her or not. I love it. However, she is innocent and still a virgin. I am her stepdad, I should have stopped her. Still, I am enjoying it.

“Ahhh f**k honeyy, yess doll.” Right now, I want to dig my c**k deeper inside her p***y. I want to feel how it would feel to be inside her youthful virgin p***y, but I can't; she is my stepdaughter, and my best friend’s daughter as well.

The steam filled the bathroom, making it my personal, wet hell, where the boundaries of morality melted away in the grey mist. My head was a storm of desire and loathing.

God! her breasts are larger than her mother's, I thought, the idea washing over me with an animalistic shock, blurring my vision.

I wanted to shove my face into them, to feel the firm young mounds against my tongue, to suck on them until we both went crazy.

Her pink t**s were all that was visible through the steam. An overpowering force that I couldn't control anymore pushed me to stop resisting friction and match her rhythm.

I moved, shoving my 14-inch erection against the slippery, swollen flesh of her cunt. “Yesssss baby, f**k your daddyyy.” Those thoughts screamed through my head, a rhythmic black chant, holy f**k yesss honeyyy.”

The excruciating proximity to crossing the final threshold tortured me, and I wanted to know how it would feel to finally be inside her, all of me encompassed by her tiny, hot heat.

My heart beat so violently against my rib cage I thought it would fracture.

My gaze glanced down at her little p***y. “Is it really going to be able to fit in her little p***y?” The thought of my c**k stretching out her insides was both a fantasy and a terror; it was a physical impossibility my body demanded me to challenge.

"Daddy...please... My n*****s hurt a lot. Could you please help me message them?" Her voice trembled, and the inflection was a perfect balance of a child's vulnerability and something perverse, like a siren's call that reverberated through my bones.

"No…honey…this can't be happening," I stuttered, my voice nothing more than a dry, hoarse husk. It was a lie I was trying to wrap around the unraveling structure of my self-control. "You're my stepdaughter."

"It's fine, Daddy. Please…." Her eyes widened, tears swimming in them in the low light, reflecting a pure, desperate desire that mimicked the fire in my gut.

"Fine," I breathed out. The single syllable was filled with a false hesitation that represented the death of the man I was supposed to be. But i know it, her hands shot down and grabbed mine.

With startling strength, she pushed them toward her chest with brutal force, knocking the wind out of me as her breasts were pressed flat against my palms, the soft, burning weight of them sinking into my hands, completely overwhelming any remaining shred of willpower.

The touch of her electrified the air, and the steam strengthened into fire.

The steam was getting thicker and felt like it was crushing around us until the only thing left in the world was the weight of her full breasts in my hands. God! Her n*****s were like rock. They felt like two hard, stubborn rocks rubbing against my very sensitive palms.

I was absolutely fascinated by how full, bouncy, and tight they were in my hands, and by how sensitive they were, reacting to my smallest finger movements. f**k. My jaw actually ached from holding back.

I want to thrust forward and bury my face between her breasts, down into the depths of her cleavage, and suck those little peaks until she starts begging me to stop, until they turn red. I played around with her breasts, both my thumbs circling her n*****s constantly and excruciatingly.

I got completely lost in her breasts; the sound of my pulse beating wildly against my eardrums was all I could hear. I fought with all my will to keep my face looking expressionless, and some of me could be left who was before.

"Dad... That's not working. Can you suck them instead?" she choked out, her voice was uneven, her shallow breath tickling the skin of my neck.

"I can't…sweetie." I finally stammered, my voice failing me as it started to sound less like I was saying ‘no’ and more like I was telling her a secret I was ashamed of.

"Please, Dad…," she sobbed. The sound cut through my own blood pressure like a knife.

"I read a book saying... That whenever you feel pain in your n*****s, you tell your partner to suck them, and mine have never felt like that before, and I don't have any boyfriends and no other person to do it for me."

Her tears, spilling down and mixing with the mist of the shower, broke the last barrier between her and me. Her pure innocence and her gaze into my eyes that told me that I was the only person left to her; that innocent little plea that came out of a crying virgin's mouth-it was all too much.

The guilt, that dark specter, was fading in the background to her burning desire.

“Please suck my t**s, daddy,” she pleaded again.