Forbidden Desires

Please Don't Stop, Daddy

"Dad, why don't you have a shower too?" I said, the voice sounding quiet and sure, although there was chaos inside my chest. He protested and tried to reject my request, saying he was okay, but I wouldn't take no for an answer until he let out a small, weary laugh.

"Alright, sweetie, I will, since you are so stubborn," he stated, though he didn't quite say the whole truth in those words.

He took his clothes off there in the warm bathroom. It felt like the last boundaries of our old life hit the floor with his clothes. He came into the shower and turned the water on.

I took the sponge, my heart beat violently, and I began to wash him as he had washed me before; now I was brave enough not to pull away, and I started rubbing my body against his so that the slick, wet, and soapy surface of our bodies became like a bridge.

After his back and chest, I went to his bottom half. I couldn't believe my eyes as I put my hand down and clasped my fingers around his c**k nearly losing my breath.

Godddddd. His c**k was so much bigger and thicker than I had expected, more than I could see from the shadows the other day. His c**k pulsed as it was erected and stiff. I could not believe my stepfather was hard for me.

“Ohhh… daddyyy f**k!” The idea of it inside me, inside my mouth, made me dizzy, and the thought of that big, thick c**k inside my mouth seemed incredibly large, it was so f*****g big. I continued stroking it up and down, and despite the shower gel, it became smooth and wet as I played with its head with my thumb.

He closed his eyes, and his head was tilted back on the wall with his breath hitting him like he was drowning in air. I didn't know if he was drowning in his guilt or drowning in the same pleasure that I was; he didn't pull away.

I reveled in that moment of power; I knew I was the one who caused him to tremble and I could hear his breath. I kept my strokes steady and waited for him to surrender to the sensation, but he wasn't doing so.

The steam in the bathroom was a thick, cloying mist; the world was nothing but the rushing of water and the desperate drumming of my own heart.

I was washing him now, letting the spray wash over his broad shoulders, but it was cool, and it couldn't put out the fire that raged within me. Hunger was a tangible presence now, a beast clawing at my insides and demanding satisfaction.

I couldn't let this go, not now that we were this close to the threshold. My breathing had come short and ragged and panting so that it was lost in the echoing spray.

I held up one of my legs up on the side of the tub with my other foot planted on the floor for stamina. Thank God we were almost the same height, or I think that would have made the plan impossible, my body fit perfectly against his, slotting into the spaces that our shapes left behind like a broken piece of a puzzle.

The friction was heavenly, every inch of his thick, hard c**k was pressing against the outside of my cunt, it was just a heavy pounding mass. I closed my eyes slightly in utter pleasure.

“Yesssss...daddyy, don't stop daddy.”

I didn't stopped yet; I kept my body moving in slow rhythm, grinding my p***y on his c**k, back and forth. While I pretended that I was really trying to rinse the soap off of him, keeping my hands occupied on his broad back, using the excuse of how I was straddling him and rubbing my p***y against c**k.

Every time I pressed forward, the head of his enormous 14-inch c**k dragged over my wet soapy p***y, making it slick and making it electric as it was happening.

I could feel the heat that hespread out, his muscles coiled and strained under my hands. I felt the outside world, my mom, the rules, the fact that he was Daddy Robert for all these years-just dissolved and ceased to exist.

There was only the rhythmic spray of the shower and the relentless beat of him against me. I buried my face in his neck, his skin grazing against my teeth as I knew I was sliding irrevocably over the edge.

I couldn't tell where the steam ended, and the air began. It was just as hot as a mouthful of water.

“God f**k me daddy… like that, yessss f**k meeeee.” My head thumped back into the tiles, and a muffled whine was wrenched from my chest- “ahhhhhghhh yessss daddyyyy.” I kept moving back and forth in one position, with one constant, heavy pressure on my soaking wet and tender folds.

I had never felt anything so invasive. It was burning- mmm. I pressed my wet p***y more and more firmly against his erection. It was getting to the point where my own actions were no longer hidden desire but were straight into pleading. However, I continued to satisfy myself by pretending I was only bathing him.

Every single movement of my body against me, made me want him to turn around, to get carried away, to give in to the desire that we were both so obviously trying to f*****g ignore. To just f**k the hell out of me till I forgot how to walk.

“Ohh…yesss daddyyy, that's it, please f**k your baby.” The feeling was far too intense; it felt as though I was about to tumble off the highest ridge imaginable, I really never wanted it to end.

I want it all, the sheer weight and power of him, I craved his power I wanted his weight, his pressure, to crush me simply I wanted him to use this opportunity as an offerings, and f**k my face until I was confused.

I dug my fingernails into his wet back, pulling myself against him with a last, desperate thrust toward climax

No, I can't take this anymore. I want him, I won't stop today, he will have to give in and fulfill my wish today.