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Rae babbles for a moment, incoherent with a bit of panic in her eyes. But I merely lean forward to capture her lips with mine again.
“It’s fine, sweetheart,” I soothe while trailing my tongue over her bee-stung lips. “If anything, I like it because I like knowing that my girls are total sluts who live to fuck men.”
Then, the deep pounding begins. I wish I could call it “making love” or “seeking the thunder” or whatever euphemisms are out there, but with this sexy nymph in my arms, there’s only one descriptor, and that’s “a hard fuck.” Soon, Rae’s bouncing up and down, her breasts jiggling with each deep thrust as she wraps her arms around my bronzed neck.
“Yes, Hunter,” she pants breathily. “Mmmm! More.”
“I’ll give you more,” I rasp while staring into that chocolate gaze. “You’ll get more than you can take.”
But Rae’s no shy pansy because she merely tightens her arms around my neck as a particularly hard shaft makes her breasts bounce. But then, she licks her lips while meeting my eyes and coos softly.
“Put a finger in my ass while you’re at it, Daddy? It would make me feelsoooogood.”
I stare at her for a moment. Is she fucking kidding me? But I guess not. This is clearly a woman in touch with her desires, and who am I to say no? As a result, I slip one big hand around to her backside before squeezing a juicy buttcheek to make her moan. Then I slide two fingers down the crease of her ass to tease her anus. It puckers instinctively at my touch and Rae’s lashes flutter as she jerks a bit in my arms.
“Yes, right there, Hunter,” she murmurs breathlessly. “Put it in there.”
Who am I to deny a beautiful woman? Slowly, I tease her little hole and then press my index finger against that tight opening. Rae squirms a bit in my arms, but soon, I’ve eased one knuckle in, and then two. After a minute or so, I’ve got two fingers buried in her ass and begin fucking that tightness in and out, even while her pussy continues to squeeze my dick.
“Oh yeah,” I groan against the slender column of her throat. “You’re a nasty little slut.”
“But I’m your nasty slut, Daddy,” she mewls breathlessly before our lips join in a heated kiss. “My holes belong to you.”
At those words, the world explodes. I come so hard that my eyes roll back in my head, and I forget my own name. My buttocks clench as my come shoot pulses, and then semen spews from my cock, spraying Rae’s vaginal canal with ream after ream of thick, creamy sperm. Meanwhile, my sexy stepdaughter reaches climax as well, letting out a shrill scream in the tiny confines of the bathroom as her pussy snaps and clamps, her ass squeezing so hard on my fingers that they feel like they’re breaking in two. Her tits are smashed flat against the hard wall of my chest as I continue to pump my fingers into her bottom.
“Yessss!” she squeals. “Oh yes, yes, yes!”
“This is all for you, baby,” I mumble hoarsely while jetting the last of my seed into her sweet folds. “Damn, you’re sexy.”
We pulse some more, her cries muffled now against the thick hardness of my pecs and I press a breathless kiss to her temple. After a few more minutes of recovery, it’s only then that we settle down, pulling apart while panting heavily. The water’s still beating down on us, and I stare at the sweet girl with wonderment in my eyes. After all, Rae’s never looked more beautiful. Her curls are plastered against her head, and her cheeks are rosy and flushed. My step’s brown eyes are wide and dazed, and that pink pout hangs open in a combination of bliss and total ecstasy. After all, I just fucked the girl of my dreams silly, but what’s going to happen now? Not only are Rae and I technically “family,” but she’s got a boyfriend … whom I’m also attracted to.
CHAPTER3
Rae
Isit at the kitchen table, staring with wide eyes at my ex-stepfather. Hunter looks gorgeous as usual. That black hair is brushed back, and he has a casual blue button down draping his wide shoulders, tucked into jeans that hang off his hips just so. Hunter’s the type of man who makes women stare when he walks down the street, but he never seems to care, nor even notice. Instead, as far as I can tell, he dates women, sleeps with them, and then kisses them goodbye. My mother was his only spouse, and he’s never shown any inclination to get married again.
Then again, they were kind of a weird match. Of course, Christine is very beautiful and Hunter very rich, but personality wise, I never saw it. At first, things were fine of course. They were physically attracted to one another, and I wouldn’t say my mom is a bad person with a bad personality either. It’s just that Christine has never really had a job, and isn’t the type to get a job either. She lives off the alimony my father forks over each month, and all that was going to end when I turned eighteen. It was a relief (to me at least) when she married Hunter because it meant my mom had some way of supporting herself after the monthly payments were cut off.
By contrast, Hunter is a successful lawyer who didn’t seem like the type who’d be into supporting a housewife. Even more, Christine wasn’t a housewife staying home to take care ofhischildren. She already had me, and made it more than clear that she wasn’t going to put her body through the stress of another pregnancy. So what did Hunter get from their match? A forty-something beautiful MILF, with nothing but time on her hands, and a vague way about her. Sure enough, the marriage crumbled after two years, and soon, it was just me and my stepdad living in the house.
I’m grateful for his generosity. I really am, because my ex-stepdad has never mentioned anything about me moving out, or paying him rent, or anything like that. If anything, he’s more than generous because my father stopped making child support payments when I was eighteen, and it’s Hunter who paid my college tuition and the fees for my teacher training program. Plus, the handsome man lets me live under his roof to this day. The house is big enough to accommodate us both without tripping over one another, and to be honest, I like being here. We’ve settled into a peaceful routine, although of course, there’s been some electricity of late.
I can’t help it: my stepfather’s handsome and charming, and I’ve noticed his good looks and charisma. What woman wouldn’t? With his powerful build and patrician features, any woman would go weak in the knees around Hunter Ward. I know he’s noticed me too because in high school, I started to flirt. It was never anything super-overt, but I did wear mini-skirts around him, and I’ve left my wet panties on the floor for him to find. Okay, maybe that’s overt, but I swear, I made it seem like an innocent mistake.
But he’s never done anything about the attraction, and neither have I. For one, it’s taboo and wrong because we’re technically related, even if not by blood. Second, I’m afraid Hunter will kick me out of his house if things go wrong, or even if they just get really awkward. I don’t make much as a teacher at the daycare, and finding my own apartment would pretty much blow my budget. As a result, I’ve never pushed the envelope …until now.
What happened blows my mind, but it’s also torn apart my self-esteem because I just had sex with two men in a twenty-four-hour period. Natch. Scratch that. I’ve had sex with two men in a two-hour period because I stayed over at Trig’s last night, and my gorgeous boyfriend woke me up for some steamy morning sex, making me moan as he thrust that huge cock into my creaming pussy. Then, I came home with no thought but to get clean. But before I knew it, Hunter was in the shower stall with me, his big body huge and glorious, and before I realized it, I was coming hard on his cock too. What girl does this? I’m in a relationship with Trig, for crying out loud, and now I’ve made love to my stepfather? Hunter knows too. He knows about Trig, and I need to impart to him just how serious the situation is.
But Hunter doesn’t look at all disturbed at the moment. In fact, he looks incredibly relaxed and handsome, sipping from a steaming coffee mug.
“Are you okay, honey?” he intones. “You look a little jittery.”
I squeeze my mug tight, as if the ceramic walls of the cup can save me.
“I am a little jittery,” I begin in a low voice. “Youknow, Hunter.”
The older man shoots me an amused look.
