Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust

Good Girl For Daddy(9)

Chapter 9:

Rick’s POV~

God, I was destroying her.

Every thrust drove me deeper, harder, splitting that tight, soaked little p***y open like it was made just for me and it was.

I’d spent months dreaming about this, nights lying awake hard as a rock, sick with need, knowing exactly how wrong it was, exactly how rotten and black my soul had become just wanting it.

And now here I was, buried to the hilt in my own stepdaughter, the girl I was supposed to protect, the girl I helped raise, pounding her into the mattress like she was my own personal w***e.

Her knees were bent all the way back, pressed up tight against her head, her legs folded open so wide she couldn’t close them, leaving her completely exposed, her pink, wet hole stretched and gaping just for me, wide open and on display like the dirty little slut she was for me and nothing had ever felt so filthy… so perfect… so absolutely damned.

The sounds were enough to make me come right then. The wet, squelching slap of skin on skin, her breathless little whimpers, the way she cried out Daddy over and over like a prayer or a sin.

My hands gripped her hips so tight my fingers dug bruises into her soft skin, holding her right in that position, keeping her legs pinned back by her own head, making sure she couldn’t hide a single inch of herself from me, marking her, owning her, staining every inch of her with my touch.

I looked down and saw my heavy, thick c**k disappearing inside her again and again, covered in her slick, glistening juice, her p***y lips stretched wide around my base, swollen and red and used, and I knew right then, I’m going straight to hell.

There’s no salvation for me. Not after this. Not after wanting her this bad, not after taking what I had no right to touch, not after loving every second of the ruin I was making of us both.

It felt better than anything I’d ever known, and it tasted like pure poison.

Then it hit me. Like a fist to the chest. My hips stuttered, the pleasure curdling sharply and ugly in my gut, and I froze, buried deep, balls tight, throbbing, unable to move, unable to breathe.

Reality crashed down heavily, suffocating me.

What the f**k am I doing?

This isn’t just some girl. This is Elena. My wife’s daughter. The one I watched grow up under my roof.

The one I sat at the table with, the one I told to behave, the one I called kiddo just to hide how bad I wanted her.

And here I was, balls deep inside her, her knees still pressed back against her head, her body open and wrecked and mine, every line I ever swore to keep crossed, broken, ground into the dirt.

I’d turned myself into a monster just to feel her heat. I’d dragged her down into the mud right alongside me.

I was a husband betraying his vows, a stepfather betraying every trust, a man so far gone even God couldn’t reach me anymore.

My hands started shaking, those same hands that washed her hair, that helped her with homework, that held her mother’s hand, was now gripping her like a greedy animal, keeping her spread wide and helpless, marking her skin, touching places no one but me should ever see.

“God… what have I done…” I whispered, my voice raw, broken, barely mine. Sweat ran down my face, my chest heaving. “I f****d you. I’m f*****g you… my own stepdaughter… sweet Jesus, I’m going to burn for this. My soul is damned. I know it. I knew it the second I started wanting you.”

I looked at her face, her eyes were glazed, lips swollen, tears mixing with pleasure on her cheeks, completely helpless with her legs folded back by her head, fully open and mine to use however I wanted and I hated myself so bad I could taste it.

But worse… worse… I didn’t stop. My c**k was still throbbing inside her, still aching to pump her full, still screaming that this was where I belonged, right here deep inside her, sin or no sin, hell or high water.

I was torn in half, one part screaming to pull out, run, beg for forgiveness, pretend none of this happened; the other part roaring to stay, to take everything, to ruin her completely so no other man would ever matter again.

“I should stop… I have to stop…” I gritted out, every word a war inside me, guilt eating me alive while my body begged for more. “I should get off you… leave you alone… act like I didn’t just ruin both our lives… but I can’t. God help me, I can’t. I’ve wanted you too long. I’m too far gone. If hell’s waiting for me, fine, but I’m taking you right down there with me.”

I started to pull back, slowly and agonizing, the drag of my length through her tight wet heat making my head spin, making me want to sink right back in and drown in the sin.

I was half out, glistening and heavy, ready to run, ready to save what little was left of my soul… when I looked down and saw her knees still bent back against her head, her legs wide open, hole still gaping and wet, reaching for me, her body trembling, waiting for me to fill her up again, desperate for everything I could give her.

And the guilt just… vanished. It burnt away in a flash of hot, dirty need.

I grabbed her hips again, harder than before, my fingers digging into soft flesh until she gasped, shoving her legs even further back toward her head so she was folded almost in half, completely at my mercy, and slammed right back inside her, so deep, hard, all the way, so deep it made her cry out, so deep I felt it in my bones.

I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care about right or wrong, about judgment or anything. All I cared about was this… her, me, the sin, the pleasure, the fact that I was ruining us both and loving every second of it.

I leaned down, placing my mouth right against her ear, my breath was hot and ragged, my voice dark and wrecked and full of every dirty thing I’d ever thought.

“That’s it… take it… take every filthy inch of your stepfather’s c**k… stay right like that, legs up by your head, spread open just for me like the w***e you really are… I’m damned already, baby… and you know what? I don’t regret a single second of it. I’d sell my soul a thousand times over just to be inside you.”

My pace turned wild, and desperate, and brutal, chasing that release I’d dreamed of for so long, ready to flood her, breed her, mark her from the inside out, seal both our fates forever.

I was right on the edge, my balls drawn tight, ready to explode and paint her walls with every drop of my sin…

And then I heard clearly, right from the doorway, just a few feet away.

“Rick? Baby… are you in there?”

My blood turned to ice. My heart stopped dead.

It was Vaness. She was right outside the door.

Fuck!