Page 10 of His Precious Secret

“I wasn’t sexting, mom!” Taylor groans. “And even if I was, I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m eighteen. I can do that!”

I chuckle as they argue. Her mom is right; she is glowing, and it is because of last night. The only thing she got wrong was thinking she snuck a boy over. But what other alternative would there be? In what world would she expect her daughter to be sleeping with her stepdad?

“All right, why don’t we all relax,” I finally say. “Taylor was saying she’d like some art in her room, so I thought I’d take her to the stores. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Da—”

I wince as she almost lets the cat out of the bag.

“We’re not done here,” Brandi protests.

“Give it a rest, would you?” I say as I take Taylor by the hand and pull her toward the door, trying to look like a stepdad eager to leave the house and not like her new lover. “We’ll be back later, and you can yell at her some more then.”

“I’m sorry my mom’s a bitch,” she whispers as I close the door.

“Don’t say that. She is still your mom.”

Taylor shakes her head as we go to the garage. “I didn’t realize this would be so complicated.”

“I did.” I grin. “But, beautiful, I was powerless to resist you.”

As we climb into the Ferrari, I realize I’m already half-mast beneath my pants. Taylor’s wearing yoga pants again that I almost want to tell her to change out of because of how revealing they are. Just the thought of other men seeing her gorgeous body fills me with a jealous rage.

“I’ve never been in a car like this before,” she whispers as we pull away from the house. “Kind of feel like a baller.”

“A baller!?” I laugh. “Did you really just say that?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she giggles, leaning her head on my shoulder. And then she sees my bulge. “Mmm, what’s that?”

“That? That’s for you, beautiful.”

“What are you saying, Daddy? What do you want me to do?”

Her eyes are filled with lustful obedience. Popping her cherry really did make a whole new woman out of her. “I want you to suck it, beautiful.”

I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, which is now full-

mast and aching. She bites her lip in hesitation, then wraps her small hands around the shaft.

“Two hands,” I tell her. When she hears that, her eyes light up. She takes it, opens her mouth, and goes down on it.

Fuck, she’s a natural. How is that possible? No teeth, not rough. Perfect.

“Christ, beautiful. You give amazing head. You sure you haven’t done this before?”

Her eyes twinkling, Taylor pulls my cock from her mouth and smiles. “I like to study. So I studied online. Did it pay off, Daddy?”

One hand on the wheel, the other on the back of her neck, I grin and growl. “You’re damn right it did. Now don’t stop. We only have a few minutes before we get to the stores.”

I wish I could just sit there and admire the back of her head as she goes to work on me, but I have to focus on the road. Her mouth is warm and wet, and she strokes my shaft with both hands, jerking me off, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm.

My balls go taut. I may have pumped a monster load into her last night, but I’ve got another one ready for her now.

“I’m going to come, beautiful. And when I do, you’re going to swallow everything I give you.”

With my thickness in her mouth, she can’t reply, but she moans back, and I know what she would be saying if she could. “Yes, Daddy.”

When I go off, my teeth clench, and I fight to keep my eyes open. Christ, this is dangerous—getting head while driving. But then again, this whole situation is dangerous. Taylor isn’t just some random girl; she’s my stepdaughter.

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