But Chase can’t hear me, or if he does, he chooses to ignore me. Instead, the powerful male continues to roar and spurt, spraying reams of jism into my sopping pussy, the pleasure so overwhelming that I’m almost crying with ecstasy. But I have to get my point across.
“Pull out, pull out!” I shriek with desperation again while looking at him over one shoulder. “Daddy, you promised!”
Yet it’s too late because Chase is ejaculating like a hurricane inside my sweetness. He moans and roars, so virile and masculine as his abs clench, those powerful thighs still pistoning as he spurts again and again in my secret space. His color is high, and his eyes closed as he moans again, broad shoulders bunched from supporting his weight.
“Fuck,” he bites out. “Oh shit.”
“Ohhhh,” I mewl in return, pressing my face back into the mattress as I’m fucked to within an inch of my life. “Oooooh yes.”
Chase continues to piston his hips, but slowly, the momentum dies off and he relaxes, breathing hard with his dick still buried deep in my cunt. I lift my head, my eyes dazed as my pussy throbs.
“Daddy, I thought you said you’d pull out for my first time,” I mewl in a small voice. “Why didn’t you pull out?”
“I did promise,” Chase moans before dropping a kiss to my shoulder. “But you’re so beautiful and irresistible, Haley, that I couldn’t stop. Next time, okay? I promise I’ll pull out then.”
Yet somehow, I know that it’s not going to happen. Virile alpha males like Chase Wheaton come to the Citadel to breed innocent young girls, no questions asked. He’s not going to pull out, no matter the consequences, because hard, fast, and unprotected is the rule here ... and who are we to flaunt them?
8
Chase
Haley bites into a piece of toast, insanely beautiful at the counter while wearing only one of my button-down shirts. Yet the cotton material can’t hide the utter lushness of the young woman. It gapes a bit at the neckline, hinting at her giant Double D’s, and her long slim legs are crossed beneath her kitchen island, her toenails painted a cute petal pink. My cock jerks as I look at her, still in disbelief that I finally get to be with my gorgeous stepdaughter.
After all, I’ve been lusting after Haley for years. Since she was nothing but a high school girl living under my roof. I fantasized about lapping at those enormous teats before fucking her tight pussy down below. I had visions of Haley kneeling in the shower before me, sucking my huge dick before swallowing my come and then licking her lips like a satisfied cat after it was done.
And now, my fantasies have come true. Haley spends every night in my bed, and I get to enjoy that curvy female body whenever Iwant. Not only that, but her cunt’s even wetter than I dreamed, and her asshole is unbelievably tight too. Yeah, I’ve claimed that round, ripe peach and goddamn, but the reality is even better than fantasy.
Yet it’s not just sucking and fucking 24/7, although we do plenty of that to be sure. Haley and I get along as people too, and that’s been the biggest surprise. I didn’t have high hopes for a real connection with a woman of only twenty-one, but my stepdaughter’s charming, funny, sassy, and a riot to be with. She’s undisputedly sexy, but also intelligent and saucy, and I love talking with her, joking with her, and just being in her general presence. Right now, I’m cooking the sweet girl breakfast, which is something that’s come to be a habit. I have a chef, but Mrs. Poehler’s not in on Saturday mornings, and I actually love nourishing my girl myself. I want Haley to be happy and well-fed, and if it means taking out the spatula and whipping up some vittles to keep her healthy, then I’m only too happy to do the honors.
“Mmm, this is so good,” Haley murmurs blissfully while crunching into a juicy piece of bacon. “It’s going to add ten pounds to my hips, but it’s totally worth it.”
I shoot her a look from where I’m making chocolate chip pancakes for my girl.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about your weight. You’re perfect the way you are. Hell, if you put on twenty pounds, you’d look even better.”
Haley shoots me a wry look while taking another crunchy bite of bacon.
“Really? Twenty pounds? I’d be a pretty big girl with an extra twenty.”
“No, you’d be gorgeous,” I fire back immediately, turning from the stove for a moment to fix her with a look. “Your breasts would grow and your hips would be wider and more feminine. You know I love your hourglass shape, baby, and emphasizing it would only make me come harder. Fuck yeah, grow those titties for me, sweetheart.”
“Oh you!” she squeals with pleasure, mirth dancing in her eyes. “You’re so dirty, Chase!”
“You know it,” I rasp while waggling my brows at her. Then, I plate the pancakes before pushing them towards her over the kitchen island. The ovals are an appetizing golden-brown, and I sprinkle powdered sugar over them before handing Haley the maple syrup. She takes the bear-shaped bottle and giggles.
“You treat me so well, Mr. Wheaton.”
“I do, don’t I?” I rasp before dropping a kiss on her bare shoulder where my shirt has slipped off her ivory curves. “I want my girl happy, well-fed, and ready to rumble.”
“Oh you!” she giggles again while squirting a big puddle of maple syrup over her pancakes. “I’m so spoiled! I swear, you treat me like a princess, Daddy.”
“Then why are you still working as a barista, honey?” I ask before sitting down to my own meal of a ham, spinach and goat cheese frittata. “I’ve offered to support you and yet you continue to insist on working at the cafe.”
Her slim shoulders sag a bit.
“It’s just that I hate being dependent on a man,” Haley murmurs, her blue eyes downcast. “I always thought I’d have a career, but look at me,” she says with a wry smile. “I’m unable to find a job in my chosen field, and instead, I toil away at Aroma House, pulling shots and wiping up spills.”
I cover her small hand with my big one before staring deeply into Haley’s eyes. The young blonde is so innocent and beautiful that my heart thumps hard in my chest, and my next words are earnest.
