All Chapters of Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Fuck!" I cry out as he sucks my clit inside his warm mouth, I feel high. Stephane is a drug that I am addicted to and I didn't even know it. He has worked his way into my brain and has taken permanent residence.Stephane sucks gently at first, I am fisting the sheets, pinching his back, my face is scrunched into a picture of pure ecstasy, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, this feels better than good. Just when I feel like I can't take it any longer, he pauses, giving me the much needed respite, only to dip his tongue into my entrance, lapping at my juices straight from the source, I arch my back as a loud cry is wrenched free from deep within me. On instinct, I try to wriggle free from him and that treacherously expert tongue, but he holds me tight, in place, no chances of escape whatsoever. "Stephane...too m-muchhh...please...I...I feel so-oo muchhh...I need...I n-needd...I want...w-want..." I stutter, the words come out in meaningless gaps, that even I can't decipher. There

"Perfect. Unreal." He whispers again, his deep baritone is reverent and it sends chills down my spine that feels like both fire and ice. This is all almost too much. Stephane slids a finger inside me, I am soaking wet and the friction or lack thereof is something that elicits so much pleasure in some deep parts of my brain that I let rip a loud moan, "fuck! Stephane. Daddy. Daddy." I am breathing hard and my eyes are unfocused as I try to catch my breath and remain present. I don't want to give in and yet I want to. The storm is swirling out of control in the pit of my stomach. It is inevitable but I want to last in spite of it, I want to remain here in this state of complete euphoria. I imagine that this must be what addicts feel when they get their hit. This pure state of being where not a single negative thought can seep into your consciousness. I can understand how people get addicted. This feels so good, I want to cry because of it. When he adds a second finger, deep all at on

His cock swells on my tongue, filling up my mouth as he goes rock hard, delicious and powerful, I push him down my throat till he is all the way in, Stephane jerks on the chair, trying to gain some kind of control but I wouldn't let him, I keep him deep, my throat closing around his sensitive tip as I work my tongue on him, saliva pooling in my mouth and dripping down my chin. My gag reflex kicks in slowly, I pull him out slowly and he exhales like he has been holding it in. When I look up, I see a confusing look of total admiration and awe on his face, it only buoys me to do more, to take him again. I work both hands around his length, stroking slow and hard, alternating between both as I press my tongue to his tip, sucking enthusiastically. It is all animal instincts as I pleasure him without a care or thought. My clit throbs, the more I suck him off. The more he moans, grunts and growls his pleasure, the wetter I get. I slip a hand down and start rubbing my clit, sucking him harde

Aleen POV::I am on fire. Everywhere. Insatiable. Choked full with lust. White hot and blinding. I stop grinding when I know I am about to tip over the edge. Stephane's breathing gets shallower and shallower, desperate little whimpers escaping him that gives me such an ego boost that my leg muscles refuse to tire out. I adjust again, sinking down into him completely, till I feel the tip of his cock deep inside so that I can't even breath around his thickness stretching me out. With my eyes shut tight, I try to catch my breath. There is a bead of sweat on my forehead despite the fact that the room is air-conditioned. "You feel so good inside me, daddy. I want to be like this all the time." I tell him, knowing it is the truth. He feels too fucking good inside me like this. "My little nymph. You are perfect." He says, leaning forward to take my mouth in a searing kiss that only makes me flood around him and throb for more. I start bouncing, slowly, the angle is sharp and overwhelming,

Stephane Pov:: "I have my ways." I tell her. The smirk on her face only spreads, lighting up her eyes with dangerous mischief. I am afraid I have driven myself into a hole. Here I am, talking about detaching emotions from this thing we have going on, and yet I am doing just that. I can't hide the feelings of jealousy and possessiveness that unfurls in my chest at the idea of Aleen spending time with Benjamin or any other guy. Younger guys her age. Men she can have something more solid with and society will not bat an eye over. The rational side of me knows that it is probably for the best that she has someone else. But the irrational side hates the very idea with an intensity that is so conflicting. "Stephane, are you jealous?" The little nymph asks me, the sly smirk on her face makes me want to do things to her that will have her begging for more. "Answer the question, Aleen." I tell her. "Answer mine too." "I asked you first." I grumble, getting angsty. I can't believe I conv