100 Ways To Pleasure A Little Muse

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

MELISSA’S POV

The kiss was hot. Hot enough, it got my body all sensitive and aching to be touched.

My hands wrapped around Bryan’s neck as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth until I was almost sure it’d hit the back of my throat.

I wriggled my ass against his straining c**k, pleading for friction, even a little would do.

The kiss made me feel high. High on desire…on want…on…on him, my step-daddy.

Upon breaking the kiss, I could feel my lips swell and my chest rising and falling in anticipation.

Was he finally going to f**k me after so much wait?

Was he going to insert that huge c**k of his into my tight p***y and fill me until I stretched so wide?

My p***y throbbed at the thought as a tiny moan slipped past my parted lips.

“You want to be f****d by Daddy?” As if he could read me like an open book, Bryan asked, his eyes darkened and his lips cracked with a smirk.

He knew how much I wanted him.

How much I craved for his c**k ever since I felt them between my ass a few hours ago during the ride to the island.

I nodded frantically…desperately. I wished he could just tear my clothes and thrust into me like a primal animal. I wanted my first time to be rough, memorable even.

“Use your words, Melissa.”

The way my name slipped past his lips, it almost made me melt in his arms.

How could my Mom treat such a handsome man like a pest?

“Daddy…..I….” My voice trailed off when his huge hand wrapped around my thigh in a possessive way.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Princess. We do not have all day.” He leaned closer, his mouth hovering against the hollow of my neck.

Gawd…this man would certainly be the end of me.

Who would have thought the sweet, innocent step-dad of mine could be so rough….so deep…so mine.

“Daddy, I want you to f**k me….” I muttered, my breath heavy. “Hard. I want to tell my friends at school how I lost my virginity in the most memorable way possible.”

If Bryan’s eyes were dark before, they were even more darkened now, promising bad and filthy stuff he’d do to me.

“Unhuh…memorable.” He mulled over the words, his hand moving close to my soaked panties, and once his fingers touched the damp material, a lopsided smile replaced the smirk on his face. “See you. Filthy wet for me. Aren’t you?”

Those were the most degrading words I’ve ever heard, but they felt all too right.

“Yes…” my voice strained when his finger pressed against my p***y entrance through my panties.

My head fell backwards, a moan, one I couldn’t stop slipped past my lips.

“How can you take Daddy’s c**k when you can barely take his fingers?” Bryan asked, dropping a kiss on my neck, one promising an hickey later, but I didn’t care.

At that moment, my brain was filled with him. His scent, his voice, his degrading words, his fingers and finally, his c**k, which I was most anticipated for.

“I can take it. Just do it already, Daddy. I can’t take the torture anymore.” My voice dropped, almost in tears.

The torture was too much for me to bear.

“Patience is a virtue, Melissa. Learn to be patient.” He whispered into my ear as his fingers shifted my panties and plunged deep into me, I gasped for air.

So this was how it felt…. This was how pleasure felt…. I have never felt anything close to this before. When my friends kept speaking about s*x and other related stuff, I felt like it was overrated for some reason.

Why would s*x take you to cloud nine or heaven?

That sounded like something made-up, well, until now. Until I tasted it first hand in the truck, now I wanted all of it. Everything and anything Daddy could give.

My body arched backwards, my breathing shallow and my fingers dug deep into Bryan’s shoulders, until I was sure I had created some crescent moon with my fingers.

“See you, taking my fingers like a little slut, Melissa. Can any stupid boy make you feel the way I do?” Daddy asked, his left non-busy hand slowly reached for my neck, choking me once more, until I saw white stars. “Speak with your mouth, or afford your mom hearing your filthy moans.”

“Yes…yes daddy. No boy can satisfy me like you do. In fact, I only want you.” His fingers around my neck loosened and I was finally able to breathe again.

While his fingers inside my p***y came out in the most slow and torturous way possible, and then he thrusted deep in again until I could only see his knuckles at my p***y lips through my blurry vision.

I swear, I wanted to pass out. Not out of dizziness or something else, but due to too much pleasure. It was overwhelming, considering it was my second time being finger-f****d by someone—not just anyone, but my step-daddy.

Bryan kept thrusting in and out for a few more minutes before my body shook vigorously.

I wanted to come.

I was a fast learner and knew exactly how my body shook in the truck when I was about coming.

“I….i…want to come.” My voice was barely audible and my fingers dug deep into Daddy’s skin, I was sure it’d draw out blood.

“Come on my fingers, Princess.” As if his deep, commanding voice was all I needed, I came hot, right on his fingers buried inside my core.

Daddy withdrew his fingers which were coated with white sticky stuff—my c*m. He lifted his fingers to my face and pushed it against my mouth, making my eyebrows furrow.

“Suck your c*m off my fingers. Taste yourself.” He urged, pushing the tip of his two fingers against my tightly shut mouth. “Open up.”

I had no option than to do exactly as I was told. I wanted to be a good girl for Daddy because I might get a reward—a good and memorable s*x.

“Good girl.” He patted my hair with his right hand, the same ones which had his fingers inside my p***y.

For some reason, my n*****s tightened at his praise, making me wonder if I had praise kink.

I mean—my friends always spoke about their kinks and often mentioned ‘Praise Kink.’ I asked what it was and I was told the meaning.

Turns out, it was exactly how I was feeling when Daddy praised me.

Slowly, his voice dragged me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at my perky n*****s through the flimsy material I was putting on. “You have a praise kink.” He stated directly, his hooded gaze clashing against mine.

“I believe so.” I replied, my cheeks heated.

“So one compliment can make you wet and your n*****s aching for touch.”

“Hmm…” I nodded, taking in my lower lips.

We remained in this unholy position for about a minute, before Bryan picked me up from his lap and placed me by his side on the sofa. His eyes were clear and back to the innocent Bryan Mom knew. “It’s late. Go to bed.”

The tightness in his voice gave away the fact that he was holding back. He was holding himself back from pounding into my p***y like a wild animal.

He didn’t want to hurt me…or more, break me, because he believed I was fragile.

“Why?” I asked, my nostrils flared and my brows furrowed. I wasn’t fragile. He shouldn’t treat me like a child. “Why don’t you want to f**k me?”

“Did I ever said I was going to f**k you?” Bryan asked, rising from the sofa, his hands in his pocket.

I was lost for words…he never wanted to f**k me?

And here I was getting my hopes all high.

“Why did you kissed me and finger-f****d me if you weren’t going to have s*x with me?” I asked, my eyes blurry with tears. I thought he was the best to take my virginity, but I guess it was my wishful thinking.

“I was relieving you of the ache you created yourself.” He replied, ever so smoothly, I was short of words. “Go to bed, Princess.” This time, it was more or less pleading. He wasn’t harsh when he said the later words, instead, he was begging.

My eyes fell on his swollen c**k in between his legs and I let out a bitter chuckle. “Why are you holding back? Your c**k wants this as much as I do.”

“My c**k always swells when it sees a woman’s p***y, not only yours.” His words were intended to hurt me, and hell, they did.

My heart pounded in my chest as I rose to my feet, hurt written all over my face. “I get it. I’ll go to bed now. Good night, step-dad.”