Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (7 page)

Though really, all pretenses of
this being right or decent went out the window the second he traced
along my breast, exposing my body to him.

So I knew it was going to
happen, and I part my lips a little, a sigh escaping before I pull
away. I can’t believe I just did that. It’s so wrong, so dirty, but
his sweet, beautiful, wonderful words... I’m transfixed by them,
and by the way he’s touching me with such reverence.

One of his strong hands rise up
to my shoulder, guide me back to the bed, rubbing at my flesh as
the other reaches to his chest and begins to undo his shirt, slowly
revealing his hard, muscular pecs beneath, and the peppering of
dark hair upon them.

“You lost your mother, but you
have me. You’ll always have daddy,” he assures me, shedding his
shirt, to show off that magnificent, masculine form of his. More a
man than any I’d ever seen in the flesh before, with rippling
muscles, sculpted from hard work and exercise. “And you’ll never
need to worry about school or work again, I promise.”

I’m watching, transfixed upon
his body as my mouth parts with hunger and desire. I pull away,
though, and my bikini bottoms fall to the side, exposing my shaven
sex.

“We shouldn’t,” I say gently,
and I don’t want him to agree, but I’m so scared. It isn’t at all
what I thought my first time could be, and at the same time, it’s
so much more.

He smiles at me in such a way, I
think he’s going to pull away and end it all, push no further and
comfort me in some other manner. With a cup of hot cocoa maybe.

“Don’t you see, sweetie? We
should though. We should stay together. After all we’ve been
through… you belong here with me,” he says, stroking his hand over
my thigh, up to my hip, where his thumb wanders in towards my
cunny, over the smoothly shaved area of my mons, as his other hand
undoes his belt and I can see his trousers drop an inch, showing
the lines from his hip pointing to his groin, where the neatly
trimmed tuft of pubic hair pokes out.

I’m feeling as though I’m in a
waking dream, and my lashes flutter down.

Would it really be so bad?

He’d never leave me. Never dump
me or discard me. He’d always be there, always has been
there...

I bite down on my lower lip and
am so much more aware of his gaze as it lingers over my stiffened
nipples, the flat of my stomach, and down further. It’s a greedy
stare, but one filled with love as well, not like the boys at
school.

So needful, yet sincere. Daddy’s
lust would never die, I felt it in my heart as well as my loins.
Doubly so when he pushed down his pants and boxer-briefs, letting
that big, thick manhood spring out bare.

I’d never seen it before, of
course, never stumbled upon him with it out — not like this anyhow!
— and seeing it so nude was breathtaking. He was bigger than any
I’d ever seen in the movies, and ribbed with such bulging veins,
throbbing before me from his desire as he took hold of my thighs
with both hands and spread them.

“I’ll love you ‘til the end of
time, sweetie,” he pledges, leaning in and placing another kiss
upon my lips, probing his tongue betwixt them as he leaned in, and
I felt the brush of his purple tip against my folds.

I gasp, and I pull away again,
but my head is spinning with desire and my body is so angry that
I’ve moved from his touch.

His fingers skirt down along my
calves, tickling them there for a moment as he smiles at me as if
this was all under his control. Part of his wondrous plan for
me.

He licks his lips as his hands
roam back up over my smoothly shaven thighs and their soft skin,
before sneaking in towards my inner thighs and stopping, but I hate
him for stopping. I need his touch again. I’m just so scared that
this was so wrong, that I was ruining everything.

“My sweet little angel,” he coos
at me as if the moment were only half lewd and lustful, and half
sweet and wholesome. His long fingers tickling and stroking my skin
as his gaze soaks me in with such pride and need. He steals another
kiss from my lips boldly and gives a deep, throaty moan.

“I want you to forget college,”
he says between smacks of our lips together. “Forget all that
nonsense… and stay with me. I’ll take you to all the parties. All
the soirees. And make you a queen of this house, this city.” And I
could feel another brush of his manhood against my cunny as it
bobbed with need.

I’ve never been so turned on in
my life, and that sends a wave of embarrassment and frustration
through me. He’s so close, I can feel his cock, and I want it so
bad. For my mind to be quiet and just let go of all my
apprehensions and worries and fears.

To just give in to pleasure, to
what feels so right.

Daddy’s lips move across my
skin, from my lips on down to my neck again, kissing and suckling
softly as the throb of his manhood teases me so mercilessly without
his even needing to try. He gives a low, rumbling groan of desire
that vibrates my eardrum before his words resonate in my ear.

“Daddy loves you baby… and more
than that, he needs to fuck you,” he says so crassly, unlike
anything I’d ever heard from him except when berating someone over
the phone. “I need to slide my cock in you like I need water and
food,” he says, his voice edged with a bit of a growl.

Those words are my breaking
point, I guess. Or maybe it was because just after saying them, he
found that spot on my neck that just turned me into a puddle of
need because I can’t find the will to protest anymore. To fight
something I want so bad.

“Ohh, there,” I whimper, and I
know that he knows he’s broken my will, shattered my defenses.

Daddy shows no hesitation then,
suckling, licking and kissing upon that spot, working it better
than Jeremy ever did or could! All while those big, strong hands of
his stroked my skin, squeezed my flesh and paid such reverence to
me. I could feel how sincere my daddy’s desire was, it was
something that resonated through his every action, unlike with
Jeremy or other boys.

“You’re mine,” he growls out in
between suckling kisses on my neck, wrapping his arms around me to
squeeze me tight against his hard, muscular chest.

I’m putty.

His arms are all around my warm,
sun-kissed skin, and he feels so good around me that my mind is
going hazy and all that remains is his touch, his kiss on my skin.
It feels amazing.

So amazing.

I’m breathing in as my hand goes
to the back of his head, my manicured nails running through his
hair as I coax him on.

It’s almost as if I can see
daddy’s whole body swelling before me like a great beast awoke from
its slumber, his lust rose in him from its long suppression. His
back ripples with muscle, and he kisses my lips, my neck, on down
my shoulder to my breast, my petite breast. And he pays it
reverences like it was the finest, loveliest of its kind rather
than a pale shadow of Samantha’s big rack.

“You’re such a gorgeous babe,”
he growls at me, licking around my pink areola, teasing my nipple
before suckling upon it, plucking at its sensitive nub.

I whimper at his words, at the
way his teeth graze that sensitive bud to such hardness. I lick my
lips, desperate for more of his touch, of the way he makes me feel
so alive. As his fingers play along my skin, paying respect to each
little part of me. Over the small birthmark on my hip, and circling
it before going back up.

I still feel a little dreamy
from the sun and the wine, and it relaxes me into the comfortable
bed, into the comfort that his body is giving me.

Those big, hard hands of his
grip my hips and he pulls me down the bed a few inches,
repositioning me as if I were but a feathery doll. Daddy’s so
strong and commanding, as always, and he positions me as he will,
taking a moment to look over my body, soak it all in as I see his
thick dick pulse with desire, bobbing before me.

“I’m gonna fuck your little
pussy bareback, baby,” he says to me with a mix of tender love and
gravelly need, his hand tracing down to tease against my puffy
little wet labia.

“Oh,” I moan, and I feel like
I’m floating in heaven, his touch exciting such a personal and
private part of me. Making me feel so alive and loved.

His words don’t scare me at all.
From any other guy, it’d sound like a threat, like something that
I’d be terrified of, but with daddy, it was something else
altogether. A promise, something to link us together for the rest
of our lives, and I want that more than anything in the world. I
want to feel him, with nothing to separate our bodies, nothing to
hinder our desires.

Daddy parts my legs as he kisses
down from my breast, peppering my taut tummy with his affections as
he makes his way towards my cunny. He pauses, inhales deeply of my
scent, and a shudder passes through him of excitement.

“Your cunt smells beyond
delicious, sweetie,” he husks, right before bending down and
kissing my pussy, then licking at my folds to get at my sensitive
clit.

A jolt goes through me, and I
cry out, my back arching and my body feeling so good. Every part of
me feels so alive, and I bring my hands to the bed, wrapping my
fingers into the comforter and holding on as he kisses me so
sweetly. My world stops, and all that remains is him and I.

Having a boyfriend that’d go
down on you was so rare, they were all so full of themselves. And
the few that did, were never any good. But daddy… oh god, daddy
licked and swirled his tongue about my clit, worked my little pussy
so masterfully, I was lost in bliss. He is an Adonis to look at,
and a god of sex it seems. He has me quivering and moaning as he
works my little snatch, unrelenting in how he tongued my sensitive
mound.

My entire body feels flush and
warm as the scent of sex starts permeating the air. I’ve never been
so wet before, I know that much, and I’m practically losing my mind
as I take in these little breaths and exhale moans of pleasure.

I cry out louder, and one of my
hands releases the bed, instead going to his shoulder, and I want
to push him away but it feels so good I can’t bring myself to do
it. I guess he gets the idea that he’s pushing me to the brink,
because he wraps his muscled arms around my thighs, tugging me in
closer and not allowing me to run from him.

With daddy’s face buried in my
pussy, he eats me out with such intense devotion to the act. His
tongue moving, lashing at my clit as he stays locked in place,
working my body so masterfully, never fumbling or missing, keeping
me rising up that peak towards my climax, leaving me only his
rippling, strong back to watch as he devours my slick
womanhood.

I’m crying out and I barely
realize it, my entire body just vibrating with the intense pleasure
as it strikes me again and again. I scream, my vocal cords taut as
my body begins to jerk and spasm as that rising tide consumes me,
and I’m lost to the sea of bliss.

It’s such a blur, I’m not even
aware of when it ended, and daddy rose his face up from between my
thighs. But when I see him, he’s licking the last of my honey from
around his lips, looking at me with a hunger of his own that now
demanded to be sated.

“It’s only right my little girl
gets to cum her brains out for her first time. And besides… your
pussy tastes so damn good, baby. The best I’ve ever tasted,” he
says, hooking one leg up, pushing it back as he gets over me, his
rock-hard abs stretching as he rests his big cock over my pussy and
mound, rubbing its underside there and giving me a perfect view of
how obscenely big he was compared to my little flower.

I stare at it, all sense of
decency and morality lost, swept out with the tide. Now there’s
just me and him, his body and mine. And I’ve never wanted something
so bad as I want him, right now. I can smell his arousal in the
air, along with the sweet scent of my body, and my nostrils
flare.

I want him, and I want to
remember this. To remember what he looks like, before he takes my
virginity. Before he fucks me, raw.

My eyes move up over his fit
body, over his broad shoulders, his strong jaw, and finally I find
his eyes and I smile.

Daddy smiles right back at me,
his handsome, rugged face looking so good when he gazes at me with
all that love and adoration in his eyes. I get so lost in it, I
nearly miss the show below, as he takes his big dick in hand and
presses the purple tip to my petals. But I look, and I see those
glistening labia blossom around his crown, and then… he sinks on in
and takes away my innocence, claiming it for himself.

“Ohhh fuck baby doll,” he groans
out so crassly, becoming a whole other man now that his lusts are
unleashed upon me.

I’m expecting it to hurt, but I
guess because he got my so wet, my body so relaxed, it’s more of a
pinch than real pain. It still causes me to inhale sharply, or
maybe that’s just the sight of his huge tool spreading my body for
him. Taking me, the afternoon sun illuminating our bodies in its
golden glow.

“Oh daddy,” I moan, and I can’t
help it, feeling him fill me up so completely, bottoming out at my
utmost depths as he holds me there beneath him. The whole of his
glorious, male physique on display as he slowly begins to tug back,
and my glistening cunny lips cling to his thick cock before he
thrusts back in again.

“Oh fuck baby, your lil’ cunt…
there’s nothing that feels so good,” he growls at me, forcing his
head down to press his lips to mine again as he starts to set my
body to shaking with his pumping hips and cock.

He’s huge, and I have to spread
my legs wider, one of them still captured behind his shoulder as he
pushes into me a few inches at a time, and then impales me fully
once more. I can feel him throbbing within me, so much desire
written on his face, in the way his cock responds to my body.