The comment takes me by surprise, but pleases me. I know I can never really be Hazel’s father, but all I’ve ever wanted is to make her feel safe.“Okay, good.” Annette closes her notebook and slips it into the large tote bag at her feet, standing up. “You have my number.” She looks at me. “If you hear from Ms. Holland in the next few days, please give me a call. Otherwise, I’m happy to know that Hazel has a safe place to be, and this is our goodbye, since somebody is turning eighteen soon.” She grins at Hazel, who smiles back.Eighteen years old. Technically an adult. Maybe that’s what Melanie was thinking when she left. That Hazel was old enough. That they’d gotten close enough to the finish line that Hazel could make it on her own from there.I shake the social worker’s hand and walk her to the door, feeling a surge of protectiveness for my stepdaughter. I want Annette to leave so that I can be alone with Hazel, so that I can enfold her in my arms and never let her go.Eighteen is n
“Sweetheart, where are your underpants?”“What?” she groans plaintively.“Your underpants. Are you wearing your mother’s?”She pulls the covers down to her chin and squints at me. “Why are you looking at my underwear?”“I saw them in the laundry room. Where are yours?”She shrugs. “Those are mine. Melanie threw my old ones out and gave me those.” I blink at her. It doesn’t make any sense yet it’s perfectly Melanie. “She said they were more grown-up and she was getting new ones anyway.”Tension pulls at my shoulders and my jaw. Everything about this is fucked up, but if I speak I’m afraid I’ll say something I regret. I close the drawer without further comment and manage to say, “Get up and get dressed, and then come down for breakfast.”Then I grit my teeth as I leave the room, biting back the confusing tide of both anger and arousal that’s rising up in me.****Later that week, I decide to work from home to take care of a few things around the house. I’ve been working from home more s
When we get to the house, I insist that Hazel sit at the dining room table and start her homework, a habit I’m trying to re-instill. In so many ways, her year away with Melanie has rusticated her; she’s like an escaped animal who’s gone feral. I have to retrain her on all her old, good habits.I sit across from her where my laptop is already open on the table, and take a moment to watch her. She’s completely unselfconscious, her head bent over her work thoughtfully as she scrawls notes on a page. She bites her bottom lip, two white teeth stabbing the swollen flesh of her full lip, and her hair—pulled back but coming loose—drapes over the sides of her face. Her mother’s brilliant red hair. A little Melanie, but one who’s sweet, and unjaded, and sincere.When she finishes her work, I close my laptop, too. “Spaghetti for dinner?” I ask, and she nods happily. I’d almost forgotten what a pleasure it is to cook for her, how making dinner for her night after night had always been one of my g
Xavier It’s nice to have Hazel in the house again, although it keeps catching me off guard. I’ve gotten used to living alone, especially in this new house, where there are no memories of Melanie and Hazel. Catching Hazel’s red head as she prepares a snack in the kitchen or sprawls out on the couch keeps giving me visions of Melanie. For half a second she’s my wife before I realize she’s my daughter. Grown up and filled out. Although she’ll always be my little girl, she’s become a woman in so many ways in the past year.I find myself noticing Hazel’s figure, or breathing in her scent when she’s near me. She smells like vanilla and coconut, like a sweet confection. With her pale white skin, crystal blue eyes and bright fiery hair, she looks like one, too. Something delicate and rich, like spun sugar.My eyes wander to the fine bones of her wrists, or the long stretch of her neck, or the surprisingly full globes of her breasts, and I have to blink and look away, catching myself with sha
I smile at her joke. “Uh, separated, for a year now. So I guess my marriage was a thwarted dream. One kid. Hazel. She’s with me full-time right now while her mother…I don’t know…is off finding herself, I guess.”“Oh!” Cynthia’s eyes widen with interest. “A kid, eh? So you’re Daddy.” She says it coquettishly, swirling the toothpick of olives around in her glass, and it gives me an odd rush. Heat rises to my cheeks. “How old is Hazel?”Not old enough, I think, images of Kye flashing in my mind. So help me God, he better not be at my house.“Seventeen,” I answer. “She’ll be eighteen next week.”“Ooh, eighteen. Legal. Daddy’s going to have his hands full.”It’s the most inappropriate thing to say about someone’s daughter, yet it elicits a hot, throbbing arousal in me. Maybe it’s the way she says it, her cat’s eyes narrowing, the slow, suggestive smile creeping over her face. She runs a hand over her sleek, black hair, tucking it behind her shoulder and revealing the smooth skin of her cle
She swivels her palm over my balls and slides her hand back up, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.“Tell me, Daddy. Tell me how much you like that.”Holy shit. “That’s really good, sweetie,” I manage, my eyes rolling back in my head. “You’re making Daddy feel really good.” My own words threaten to send me over the edge. “You’re such a good girl.”“Yes.” I can hear the smile in her words. “You like that, don’t you? I knew you would. You’re a dirty daddy, aren’t you?”“Yes,” I huff. “Yes.” Fuck, I’m going to come already. I’m going to come too fast.“We could do this regularly if you wanted, Daddy. If you wanted a little girl to play with. I could be your little girl as a long-term thing.”I’m right on the edge, a hair’s breath away from coming, when I feel my release ebb away, just out of reach.No, I think desperately. No—come back.“No,” I breathe out loud. Fuck no, I can feel my orgasm receding and I need it so bad. My cock is starting to soften. I was so close.“No?” she as
HazelI’ve always been a good kid, especially for Xavier, whom I would never want to disappoint, but his order that Kye not step foot on this property seems irrational and unfair. Why shouldn’t I be able to have a friend over? Xavier’s made a point of saying that his home is my home, too. If that’s true, I rationalize, then I should be allowed to invite people over.So in defiance of Xavier’s orders, I don’t cancel my plans with Kye, figuring I can count on my dad to be out for dinner for at least three or four hours, and there’s no reason he ever has to know.It’s a bit awkward when Kye arrives. He’s chill as ever, but I second-guess everything I say, wondering if I even know how to talk to my own peers anymore after spending so many weeks alone, killing time in an apartment I couldn’t afford to leave. We go downstairs to the den and put a dumb Will Ferrell movie on, and it’s easier when we don’t have to speak. After a while, Kye puts his arm around me, and somehow, by the time the c
“Fuck yes,” he breathes, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. He fists it, holding it at the ready and directs it towards my mouth.It looks surprisingly unremarkable, somehow less than I expected even though I’ve only ever seen Dante’s cock, but I bend forward and lick my lips before taking it in my mouth.“Yes,” he breathes, pumping himself back and forth in a way that catches me off guard and throws off my rhythm. I wrap a hand around his shaft to hold him in place, but he just thrusts harder against my hand, until I feel like a helpless participant in something I’m not actually needed for. I press down with my hand, trying to be subtle but regain control so I can do my thing.He puts a hand around the back of my head. “I’m going to come really soon,” he groans, and it sounds more like a plea for patience than dirty talk. He pumps himself harder and faster into my mouth and I give up trying, freezing in place uselessly while he uses my mouth.For a moment the only sound is
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- Everly I drop down onto him, letting every thick, throbbing inch of his cock plunge inside of me. I cry out when I feel him so deep inside, grinding into me as my legs clench around his waist. The gentle waves undulate around us, making us bob slightly with their motion. Jaxon slides me up his beautiful cock, teasing me with just the head inside, before he lets me sink right back down.His mouth drops to my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me softly as he starts to drive his big dick in and out of my quivering pussy. His mouth moves even lower, and when he uses his teeth to pull my bikini top away from one breast, exposing my pink, hardening nipple, I moan loudly.“Oh fuck, Jaxon,” I cling to him, letting the waves and his powerful arms bob me up and down every inch of him, feeling him grind deep inside. His mouth wraps around my nipple, his tongue teasing it and making me gasp as I hug him tightly and let the pleasure rolls through me.The setting sun catches sharply and glit
- EverlyWater teases over my feet, and I look up from my paperback to realize the tide has come in much more than I thought. I smile, letting the late afternoon sun warm my skin as it starts to set over the gorgeous big Pacific Ocean. My toes curl in the sand, and I breathe in the fresh air and sunshine.Suddenly, hands grab me from behind, and I shriek as my heart jumps into my throat before I hear that chuckle behind me“You dick!” I gasp, shaking my head at Jaxon — in just a perfectly fitting black bathing suit — as he plops down on the sand behind me. He grins that insanely gorgeous smile at me, sending a throb of heat into my core that takes my breath away. I try and slap at his chest for scaring me, but he just chuckles and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him.“Someone lose track of time?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s a really good book.”“Learning anything good?”“Yeah, actually.”“Well, I hear the Kama Sutra is full of—”He laughs as I wriggle around and tackle him,
JaxonKen was still at the office, and I knew Catherine was at her usual “yoga” appointment, which just meant guzzling wine with her friends and getting trashed before two in the afternoon.Good. If either of them had been there, I’d have still gone through with the plan, but something told me it’d be easier for Everly if they weren’t. Plus, them not being here meant I could make her scream as loud as I wanted.She jumped into my arms the second we crossed the front door, and I groaned as my hands cupped her ass and lifted her into me. Her long legs wrapped tight around my waist, and our lips locked as I slammed the door shut and carried her up the stairs.We hurried into her bedroom, stumbling across the floor moaning into each other’s mouths before I tossed her on the bed. I grinned as I took a second to look around at her room — so pink and innocent, but so her. Pictures from magazines, and stupid celebrity crushes, and horoscopes tacked up everywhere. Posters from bands she loved,
He growled in frustration as I pulled away from him, but when I turned around and bent over his lap with my ass up in the air, his eyes burned fiercely. I took his hand, pulled a finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.“Fuck, Everly,” Jaxon groaned, his jaw grinding as he watched me be such a bad girl for him. I tugged his arm over, pushing his hand onto my back and pushing it further back, until he got the idea. His hand slid over my ass, grabbing it possessively as my fingers found his zipper.“You dirty fucking girl,” he groaned as I slipped my hand inside and curled it around his thickening cock. His own hand slid down over my ass, his fingers finding my pussy from behind like he had back in his office.“Says the man playing with his step-sister’s pussy,” I purred right back. Jaxon chuckled deeply, but when I pulled his cock free of his pants, he groaned.God he was so big. My jaw dropped seeing him again this close, stroking him slowly. I pumped my hand up and down his big cock
Yeah, we had to get out of there right the fuck then. I’d pushed it, fucking Everly across my desk with the damn office outside. If we stayed here, I couldn’t be sure things wouldn’t go past keeping it quiet. And besides that, when I took her again, I wanted soft sheets at her back, and pillows all around her. I’d fucked her hard and rough like she wanted me to, and how I damn well wanted to fuck her too.But the next time? The next time, I’d make her feel like the fucking princess she was.I ran my finger up over her slick, sticky pussy, making her gasp as she turned, her eyes wide as she grinned at me.“We need to go, now,” I growled.“Right now?” she whispered looking a little crestfallen. “I was hoping—”“If we do this again in here, I can’t promise the whole fucking office won’t hear you by the time I’m done with you.”She blushed bright red, but she still had that crestfallen look on her face. And slowly, I got it.“Everly,” I groaned, pulling her close and kissing her. “You thi
I growled, grabbing her hair and making her cry out as my teeth sank into her neck. My hand covered hers gripping my cock, stroking my shaft and letting the thick swollen head brush over her sticky wet lips.Everly moaned, rocking her hips toward me like she might coax me to slip inside. I mean fuck, she was so fucking wet I could have. I could have just grabbed her hips, lined up, and driven every fucking inch inside of her to the hilt. But I wasn’t going to hurt her. I wanted her, yes. And I sure as hell wanted to make her scream and fuck her exactly like she wanted me to.But I wasn’t going to hurt her.Not when I took the one thing she couldn’t give twice — the one thing that I knew made me the luckiest fucking man on earth to get to have.Instead, I eased against her lips, letting them kiss over my crown as I slipped just inside. She hissed, biting her lip, and I pushed even more inside, feeling the resistance there.“This will only hurt a second, love,” I whispered.I eased in,
JaxonMy blood ran like fire in my veins, every muscle in my body tensing as I dragged my tongue over her clit again and again. And when Everly came against my mouth, her tight, small body bucking against my lips as she squealed in pleasure, I swear I could have come right there.My cock ached for more of her, throbbing harder and thicker than it’d ever been as I felt her sweet sticky juices drip down my chin. She shuddered against me, her sweet pussy quivering against my lips.I’d just made Everly come on my tongue. My eighteen-year-old, untouched, off limits step-sister. Oh, I knew no other man had ever gotten to her. For one, because I’d been watching for it, and for two, I knew it just by the way she walked. I knew from the way her hips moved that she’d never had a man spreading these pretty thighs wide and giving her every inch of his cock.But I would.Her hands pulled me up, and when I kissed her, pressing hot against her body, she whimpered into my mouth. Her tongue teased ove
Like they had a mind of their own, my hands slid the rest of the way down my thighs. And when my fingers brushed over my slick, aching pussy, the cry tumbled from my lips. You’d have thought I’d have my eyes squeezed shut or something, but somehow, they stayed open — open and locked on Jaxon as my fingers teased over my slit.I ran two fingers through my wet, puffy lips, dragging the sticky wetness up. And when they rolled over my clit, I cried out, my body arching as the pleasure exploded through me.“Just like that, princess,” Jaxon groaned. His hand closed around the huge bulge in his pants, stroking his cock through them as he watched me. “Play with that clit, Everly. Play with that pretty pussy for me.”I whimpered, rubbing my fingers over my clit and panting as he watched me and stroked his cock through his pants. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what I was doing, but I knew I never wanted to stop. I pushed my fingers lower, and when I slid one deep inside my slick, tight