Call Me Daddy (Taboo Erotica Collections)

FORBIDDEN LESSONS (V)

Maya

As the next morning came, we decided to shower together. The bathroom filled with thick steam as the hot water poured down from the showerhead. I could feel the heat on my skin, making my n*****s tight and my p***y throb already. Daniel stood behind me, his big hands gripping my hips, pulling me back against his chest. His c**k pressed hard against my ass, slick with water and precum.

“Turn around, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and rough against my ear. “Let me see that pretty face.”

I obeyed, spinning until I faced him, water dripping from my hair onto his shoulders. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes were dark, hungry.

“You look so good wet,” he said, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Open your mouth for me.”

I opened, and he slid his thumb inside, rubbing it over my tongue. I sucked on it, tasting the salty water and his skin. He groaned, his other hand sliding down to cup my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me moan.

“f**k, you’re so responsive,” he growled. “I love hearing you whimper.”

He stepped back, turning me around so I faced the tile wall. The cool surface hit my cheeks as he pressed me forward, my breasts flattening against the slick tiles. His hands grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks wide. I felt the air hit my hole, and then his tongue was there, hot and wet, pressing deep inside.

“Oh f**k… Daddy…” I gasped, my voice echoing off the tiles.

He licked slow circles, then shoved his tongue deeper, stretching my tight rim. I pushed back against his face, my hips jerking, trying to take more of him. My fingers slid down between my legs, slick with my own juices, and I began to rub my c**t frantically against the shower walls, the rough texture sending spikes of pleasure through me.

“You like that, huh?” he muttered, his voice vibrating through my ass. “You like having my tongue up your dirty little hole while you rub that c**t like a slut?”

“Yes… yes, Daddy…” I moaned, my breath ragged. “It feels… so good… so dirty…”

He slapped my ass hard, the sting mixing with the pleasure. “You’re mine to f**k however I want. Remember that.”

His tongue f****d me harder, quick jabs that made my eyes water. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil low in my belly. My thumb rubbed my c**t faster, my hips bucking against his face.

“I’m gonna c*m… I’m gonna c*m on your tongue…” I whispered, my voice shaking.

He growled, sucking harder, his nose pressing into my skin. “Do it, baby. c*m for Daddy.”

The wave hit me hard. My p***y clenched, my ass clenched around his tongue, and I screamed, a loud, raw sound that bounced off the tiles. My juices gushed out, mixing with the water streaming down my legs. I shuddered, my legs trembling, my fingers still rubbing my c**t as the aftershocks rippled through me.

Daniel pulled back, wiping his mouth with his hand, a smirk on his face. “You taste like heaven, Maya. Sweet and salty, just how I like it.”

He turned me around again, pressing me back against the tile. His c**k was hard, leaking precum that mixed with the water on my stomach. He grabbed my hips, lifting me slightly so his tip rubbed against my entrance.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “All wet and ready for me.”

He pushed in slowly, stretching my tight p***y. I gasped, feeling the burn and the pleasure at the same time. He filled me inch by inch, his c**k throbbing inside me.

“f**k… you’re so tight,” he grunted, his forehead resting against my shoulder. “Feels like you were made for your stepdaddy’s cock.”

He began to move, slow at first, each drag of his shaft sending sparks up my spine. I moaned, my hands sliding up the tile for support.

“Harder, Daddy,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please… f**k me harder.”

He obliged, snapping his hips forward with force. The shower echoed with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, water splashing, our ragged breaths.

“You like getting f****d like a dirty little w***e?” he snarled, his hand sliding down to pinch my c**t hard.

“Yes… yes… I’m your w***e… I’m yours…” I cried, my back arching.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing my back, his lips brushing my ear. “Say you belong to me.”

“I belong to you, Daddy,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “Only yours.”

His thrusts became more violent, his c**k pounding into me with relentless force. I felt the pressure building again, tighter than before. My nails dug into the tile, my legs shaking.

“I’m gonna c*m again,” I moaned, my voice trembling. “I’m gonna c*m all over your c**k, Daddy.”

“Do it,” he commanded, his grip bruising my hips. “c*m for me. Show me how much you love being f****d by your stepdad.”

The words sent me over the edge. My orgasm exploded, my p***y clamping down on his c**k like a vise, my body shaking violently. I screamed his name, my voice raw, as hot liquid gushed out, coating his shaft and mixing with the water on the shower floor.

Daniel groaned, his own release building fast. He slammed into me a few more times, his movements frantic, then froze as he came, his c**k throbbing deep inside me, filling me with his hot seed. He shuddered against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he rode out the last pulses of his orgasm.

We stayed locked together for a moment, both panting, sweat and water mixing on our skins. He slowly withdrew, a string of c*m and my juices trailing from my p***y to the tile. He stepped back, admiring the sight of my trembling, flushed body, my ass still raised, my lips swollen.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft now but still commanding. “You took me so well. Look at you… all messy and satisfied.”

I lowered myself to the shower floor, my legs shaking. I reached down, touching my slick folds, feeling the mix of our c*m. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting myself and him, a shudder of pleasure running through me.

“Your turn,” Daniel said, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to taste you now. I want to lick every drop of you clean.”

He knelt between my legs, spreading me wide. He lowered his head, his tongue dragging slowly from my entrance up to my c**t, tasting the sweet salty mix of my arousal and his c*m. I moaned, my hips bucking against his face.

“f**k, Daniel…” I gasped. “Your tongue… it feels so good…”

He licked harder, sucking my c**t into his mouth, his fingers slipping back inside me to curl and thrust. I cried out, my hands gripping the tile, my body trembling as another orgasm began to build.

“You’re so f*****g delicious,” he muttered against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. “I could eat you all day.”

I gasped as he added a second finger, stretching me, pumping in rhythm with his sucking. The pleasure mounted, tighter and tighter, until I felt it snap again. I screamed, my back arching off the tile, my p***y gushing onto his face as I came hard, my legs trembling uncontrollably.

He lapped up my juices, groaning with satisfaction. When he finally pulled back, his mouth glistening, he looked up at me with a smirk.

“You taste like heaven, baby,” he said.

I lay there, breathing hard, my body still tingling. I reached up, pulling him down for a kiss, our lips meeting in a fierce, hungry clash. I could taste myself on his tongue, mixed with his own flavor, and I moaned into the kiss.

Just then, I heard a car pull up in the driveway and then the front door opens. My mother’s voice floated up the stairs, bright and cheerful.

“Maya? Daniel? I’m home early! I brought goodies!”

My heart hammered. Daniel froze, his lips still on mine, water dripping from his chin. I could hear the panic rising in my chest.

“s**t,” he muttered, pulling away quickly.

I scrambled to my feet, water streaming down my legs, my p***y still throbbing. I grabbed my towel from the rack, wrapping it around my naked body as fast as I could.

“Mom’s here,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

Daniel grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist, his eyes locked on mine. “Go. Now. I’ll… I’ll clean up.”

I didn’t wait for a second invitation. I bolted out of the shower, slipping on the wet tile, my heart pounding. I raced to my room, the sound of my mother’s footsteps growing louder below.

I slammed my bedroom door shut, leaning against it, breathing hard.

I pressed my ear to the door, listening. My mother’s footsteps stopped at the bottom of the stairs. I heard her say, “Hey, Daniel? I’m in the kitchen. Want some coffee?”

There was a pause, then Daniel’s voice, calm but strained. “Sure, honey. Just give me a minute.”

I heard the shower turn off, the water draining. Then the soft pat of his feet on the tile as he walked away from the bathroom. My mother was in the kitchen, humming, completely unaware of what had just happened.

I slided down to sit on the floor, my back against the wood. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of orgasm, my p***y sore and slick, my ass tingling from his tongue. I could still feel his thumb rubbing my c**t, his tongue deep inside me, his c**k filling me.

I pressed my hand between my legs, feeling the heat, the wetness. I smiled, despite the fear of being caught.

I lay on my bed, legs spread, fingers sliding into my slick p***y, thinking about the next time Daniel would press me against the tile, spread my cheeks, and make me scream his name again.

The house was quiet now, except for the distant clink of dishes in the kitchen. I closed my eyes, let the pleasure wash over me, and waited for his next command.