Before he could even form a refusal, I threw my arms around his neck and crushed my lips against his.
He shoved me away hard, but without a shred of shame, I lunged right back at him.
I pried his teeth apart with my tongue, tangling it with his, the wet, smacking sounds of our kiss.
He felt it too. His length grew scorching hot and rock-hard, pressing insistently against my core, sending a shiver of tingling pleasure rippling through my entire body.
"Daddy, please, harder..."
My voice cracked into a sob, my breathing ragged, my skin burned, and deep inside I could feel a hot rush coiling. But I never expected him to push me away.
"No, sweetheart... I'm your stepfather. We can't do this."
With that, he grabbed his jacket and turned to leave. I loved him so much, and yet he was reject
