Page 4 of His Precious Secret

Wow. I did not expect that. My friends always teased me at school, telling me that because my dad divorced my mom when I was nine, that I had “daddy issues.” I always denied it though. Sure, I’d watched some role-play porn scenarios a few times, but who hasn’t? It’s not like I ever had a daddy-kink.

Or at least that’s what I thought…until now.

“Daddy.” The word slides off my tongue with ease, like I was meant to say it. Rick’s eyes flare and he pulls me closer, so close that if I puckered my lips at all they would touch his.

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sp; Is this really going to be my first kiss!?

“I’ll let you and your mom stay here,” he says, as his other hand slides slowly up my thigh. “On two conditions.”

He waits. My chest shakes. The heat between my legs expands like a sun going supernova, threatening to engulf me.

“W—what conditions?”

“The first”—he smiles—“is that you call me Daddy. And the second, gorgeous, is that you let me have that sweet little pussy of yours whenever I want it.”

This is so wrong, but my body doesn’t care. I bloom with heat, desire sweeping through me like a golden wave. Rick’s touch is perfection. He is definitely a man who knows what he’s doing with his hands, and I can’t even begin to imagine what he could do to me with them.

Finally, I admit the truth to myself: I want him. There’s no question about it. But can I really give myself to the man who has also had my mother?

“Rick…I don’t know,” I reply, my throat desperately trying to snatch my words back. “It—isn’t it wrong?”

“It’s so wrong, beautiful.” Daddy’s lips twist into a devilish grin, and I feel my panties dampen. “And that’s why it’s so right.”

“I—”

“You know I could take you right here?” he asks, his lips dangerously close to mine. Does he know how dominant he is? Of course he does. “I could put a hand over those plump lips of yours, bend you over the hood of your car, rip those yoga pants open and slide my cock inside you. You want to be a little slut for me, Taylor, and you will be. Hell, you don’t even have any panties on, do you?”

His eyes blaze at my reaction. He noticed. That means he was checking me out from the moment I stepped out of the car. I only didn’t wear them today because I was traveling, and panty lines look so gross. But now I’m glad I didn’t wear them for another reason.

“No…”

“Beautiful, I could slide my cock in you right now and make you a woman.”

“No.” I shake my head. “You—you wouldn’t like it. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Don’t be silly,” he coos. “I’d show you exactly what to do.”

Tell him no.

It doesn’t matter how undeniably sexy he is, or how badly my body is screaming for him. I have to ignore the buzzing, the heat, the wetness between my thighs and focus on the fact that this man is my stepdad.

His lips…millimeters from mine. His scent, washing over me like a drug.

Tell him no, Taylor. It’s the right thing to do.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, please.”

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Rick

This shouldn’t be happening. But as hard as I try, I’m powerless to stop it.

After what Brandi did to me, I thought I’d closed myself off to women. I was going to live the bachelor life—never get burned again. But now, as I stare at my beautiful stepdaughter, I feel myself losing my grip on myself.

Jesus, what am I fucking doing!?

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