Page 36 of Her Stepbrother Master
LuAnn had lied.
A sharp spike of regret stung him. He would have taken more time, or been more gentle. Certainly, he wouldn’t have tied her up.
The tension in her body eased as she caught her breath. He slid his cock deeper and she responded by tilting her hips to take him into the hilt. Her head tilted back, hair spilled across the pillow. She looked too beautiful, too alluring not to go on and give her pleasure. He’d scold her later.
He slid his hand behind her nape and kissed her, sliding his tongue between her lips as his hips gently rocked into hers.
She moaned into his mouth, her legs circling his back and pulling him in closer.
He sucked her tongue, nibbled and teased her lips, then moved to her ear and down her neck as he established a slow rhythm, burying his cock deep inside her on each glorious inward stroke. Her tight pussy hugged his manhood, intensifying his pleasure with every movement he made.
He closed his eyes and began to pick up speed, fucking her harder, until she used her bound hands to brace herself against the headboard. Sliding out, he picked up her feet and tossed them over his shoulders, entering her from the same diaper changing position he’d used to take her ass.
Her eyes rolled around in her head as she moaned. “Oh, Daddy, please...yes. Please give it to me. Harder.”
Had she really just said harder?
He slammed into her, his flesh slapping against hers, his cock plunging so deeply into her tight channel. He lost control before he meant to, his balls contracting. “Oh, Lulu, baby girl, you’re so good,” he groaned, cum shooting down his shaft and filling the condom as he buried himself deep inside her.
She bucked, her body understanding the timing perfectly, her muscles gripping his cock and milking it as her own release ripped through her. He caught the look on her face—the glassy-eyed abandon, her mouth opening into an “O” and her fingers fisting around the stockings. It caused a second surge of cum to shoot down his cock and the desire to see that expression on LuAnn’s face every night—heck, even every morning, noon and night—and to be the man who helped her reach her every pleasure.
He reached up to free her hands and rolled their connected bodies onto the side. Kissing her hair, he murmured endearments as he unwound the stocking from her wrists and rubbed the chafing away. “I love you, mouse,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I love you, Daddy.” She snuggled into his chest.
Contentment washed through him. He waited to get up and dispose of the condom until she had fallen asleep, her breath coming in soft sighs.
LuAnn woke still cradled in Brad’s arms, the place she wanted to be for the rest of her life. She found him looking down at her with a warm affection, stroking the hair from her face.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she murmured.
He smiled and brushed a kiss across her lips. “Good morning, little girl.” His face grew sober. “We have something to talk about, you and I.”
She felt her heart pick up speed. “What is it?”
He studied her, as if considering his words. “You lied to me again.”
“Oh.” She almost giggled, but when she caught his expression, she was glad she held it back.
“I don’t really care about you being a virgin on our wedding night,” he said and she bit her lip, realizing she’d taken something away from him. She’d just been thinking about her own wants and needs. “What I do mind is you thinking you can manipulate me through lies every time you want to get your way.”
Her face flushed with heat, her throat closing.
“Who is the man of this house?”
“You are,” she whispered. She thought about adding, “Daddy,” but the timing didn’t seem right. He seemed too serious.
“Who makes the decisions?”
“You do.”
His expression softened slightly and he touched her cheek. “That doesn’t mean you don’t influence my decisions, mouse. Probably if you’d sat on my lap with those puppy dog eyes and begged sweetly, I would’ve given you anything you desired. But instead you lied. It tells me you don’t respect me, my decisions or my authority.”
Her lips trembled. She would have rather he tossed her over his lap for a hard spanking than be scolded like this. She didn’t like earning his displeasure—not at all. “I do respect you, Brad. I’m really sorry. It was selfish of me. I didn’t think you would mind so much—” She broke off at his frown. “I was wrong,” she hurried on. Tears began to swim in her eyes. “I won’t lie again, I promise.”
He nodded. “I’m actually not sure I believe you, Lu.”
“I want you to think about what it means to be my baby girl. Do you know what I expect of you?”
