I pushed the lingerie aside and began to suck her clit, licking and lapping up her juices. She’s absolutely dripping wet as she moaned loudly. I felt her shaking against her restraints, but she didn’t seem to mind it one bit as my tongue pressed inside of her.
I licked and sucked her delicious pussy until she was moaning loudly, head thrown back. When she was close and I could practically feel her about to come, I stood up and took her hair, pressing my cock down her throat.
It slid into her mouth easily as she began to suck me. Her arms were above her head, bound to the top of the headboard with the handcuffs, but that didn’t slow her down. She sucked my cock wildly, hair flying all around. I pressed her deep, feeling my cock gag her, but she didn’t pull back. She gobbled me up, clearly loving it. I finally pulled her back and she looked up at me, eyes wide.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please.”
I couldn’t ignore that. I released her handcuffs, spun her around, and re-cuffed her to the bed so that her ass was up in the air. She gripped the top of the headboard as I pressed myself deep inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Carter.”
I began to fuck her wildly, rough and deep, and her moans got louder. Her pussy felt amazing, tight and slick and incredible as I slapped her ass. I wanted to dominate her, destroy her, fuck that pussy like it had never been fucked before. She took every inch of me and begged for more, and I gave it to her.
I could feel my orgasm building as her moans got wilder. She looked back over her shoulder, her gorgeous face flushed with desire, and that pushed me over the edge.
I came hard into some tissues, head tipped back, groaning. The image of Emily in that lingerie was burned into my retinas as slowly my orgasm ended and I cleaned up.
Despite jerking off to a fantasy of fucking her, I found that I still wanted her. I couldn’t believe it, but my blood was still ringing with Emily and her gorgeous body. I wanted more, needed fucking more.
When I got back out into my office, I grabbed my phone and sent her a text.
“I’ll be home late, but I expect you to be wearing that when I get there.”
I leaned back, content to wait, but she responded right away.
“Maybe if you’re good.”
I laughed out loud, shaking my head. I didn’t know where this girl had come from, but she was pushing every single one of my fucking buttons. I wanted to rush back home immediately and take what I needed, but I had more work to finish up. I couldn’t ignore my responsibilities just because I wanted to fuck my gorgeous goddamn stepdaughter.
I put my phone away, taking deep breaths, calming myself. I went back to work, trying not to let myself get too distracted by thoughts of her.
It was around eight by the time I finally left the office. I got into my car and had my driver head right home, instructing him to break some damn laws if he had to, but to get me there as soon as possible.
I stared out the window, trying to decide what I cared about more, feeling Emily’s tight pussy or following through with this plan I hatched with her mother.
The whole stepfather and stepdaughter thing didn’t mean anything to me. We weren’t really related at all and there was no weird father-daughter power dynamic there. Sure, I was older, but I didn’t really feel that much older than her. She wasn’t like any of the women I’d been with before, although she was probably the youngest girl I’d been interested in for some time.
None of that mattered to me. All that mattered was Emily and my insane and intense attraction to her. Maybe it wasn’t rational or smart, but it couldn’t be denied. I wanted to fuck her, take her, dominate her, and leave her dripping wet on the floor begging for more.
When the driver got back to the house, I quickly got out and walked inside. My heart was beating fast in my chest and I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins. That was unusual, since I didn’t normally have this kind of reaction to fucking an attractive woman, but apparently my body was on edge and anticipating everything she had for me.
I walked through the main lobby and headed toward her wing. Once, I was there, I knocked on her door.
There was no response. I got out my phone and checked her location, but apparently she had turned that feature off. Frowning, I knocked again, and sent her a text.
No response to either. After a few minutes, I gave up, disappointed and annoyed. I headed back to my wing and went up to my room, loosening my tie, getting ready to change into workout clothes.
When I got into my room, I stopped short, a smile spreading across my face.
Attached to the headboard were handcuffs, set up just like in my fantasy. On the pillow there was a note. I walked over and picked it up.
Put these on. I’ll be there soon. – E
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as I undressed, carefully laying my suit down over a chair. I climbed into bed and hooked the handcuffs up to my wrists, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs.
I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the door open and shut.
“There you are,” I said, excitement coursing through my veins.