He Makes Me Bundle (2 page)

I pout, sticking out my lower lip. “Not totally. I know tons of guys who’d probably love it too.”

He just rolls his eyes as if saying “yeah, right,” then leaves the living room.

It takes hitting a handful of buttons and entering the security code before I’m gifted with the opening credits to
Daddy Does Debbie.
Yeah, I know choosing a “daddy” porno for my seduction is a little bizarre, but I want him to get the point pretty quickly.

I ease back against the arm of the couch and turn sideways so one of my legs is resting on the seat, leaving my thighs open for easy access.

In moments, the action begins. 68 Productions is known for their short intros that lead quickly to fucking. All the bullshit is at the end, thank goodness.

Hello!
Peeps wanna get off, not read about who they’re getting off to, no?

The girl on the screen looks kinda like me. Bigger boobs, though. And she’s totally got bleach-blonde hair. Ick.

She’s wearing a super-short, plaid, schoolgirl skirt with an equally small, white top that barely covers her breasts. Knee socks and platform Mary Janes cap off her outfit. She’s the epitome of walking, talking sex.

Fuck yeah.

My pussy’s growing wetter by the second, tingling and aching more and more the closer she gets to the man on the screen.

He’s fit and trim. Not ugly, but he’s not as hot as Justin. He’s just…a man. Everyone knows that the male “actors” get their jobs based on cock size and stamina. Oh, and the ability to come on cue. He doesn’t have to be pretty, he just has to be able to get it up…and know how to fuck.

Already, the man is rock hard in his slacks, dick tenting his pants.

She’s leaning over him while he sits on the couch, breasts in his face, and the camera catches it all. It spies the hint of nipple, the way the guy licks his lips and can’t take his gaze off of her chest.

Right now, they’re “acting” out their parts. She’s going on about needing his assistance with a problem, he’s offering to help, all the while looking like his dick’s ready to burst.

It’s the game. The cat and mouse one they play before moving on to hard core fucking.

Justin comes back in, bowl of popcorn in one hand, a couple of sodas balanced in the other. He comes around the coffee table and drops his stuff on the polished wood before he slumps onto the couch.

He’s ditched his shirt, leaving him in nothing but a pair of slacks. I just want to lick his entire chest, taste all of him.

“
So, what’re we…?” His attention’s frozen on the screen, and I turn mine back to the movie.

Yeah, I can see what’s appealing to him. The woman is topless now, getting her nipples sucked by her “daddy” while he lifts her skirt to expose her naked pussy and ass.

The woman’s shaved, just like me, nice and bare and ready to be licked.

Fuck, the idea gets me even hotter. My juices are soaking the crotch of my shorts and I need to get something inside me. Soon.

Preferably Justin’s dick.

It takes a split second before my stepdad’s surprised gaze is on me. “What the fuck, Amber?”

I can’t figure out if he’s pissed or aroused or both. The bulge between his thighs tells me he’s aroused, but I’m not entirely sure if that’s only because of the movie, or the movie
and
me.

I rise to my knees, hand colliding with his chest as I shove him back. He’s staring at me, wide-eyed, attention shifting between the movie and me and back again.

Okay, he’s not entirely opposed to the situation. I think.

“
I want you, J.” I lean close. I want more than anything to straddle him and rub that thick cock against my slit. But I can’t move too fast. “I want you. Want my daddy to fuck me. Don’t you see how good the daddy in the movie’s being?”

He tears his gaze from the screen to focus on me. “What? Amber, this isn’t right. This…”

I stroke his chest, let my fingers trail over his pecs and sift through the curly hair there, then circle his nipple. “Why not? You’re not my biological father. Besides, I hate to say it, but my mother doesn’t want you anymore, J.” I move as fast as I can, throw my leg over his lap and lower my dripping wet pussy over his groin. Oh, fuck yeah. I hiss at the contact, the pleasure spearing through me like lightning.

He’s huge and hard…and all for me.

“
But I want you. I want my daddy to fuck me hard. To take me and fill me everywhere.” I rock my hips, relish the moan I’m able to coax from his chest. I lean forward, bring our lips just shy of touching. “Don’t you want to, Daddy?”

He’s breathing heavy, panting, attention bouncing between me and the screen, back and forth and back and forth. I turn my head to watch with him, see that the woman’s getting fucked from behind, tits swinging with every thrust, begging her daddy to do it harder.

I bring my mouth to his ear, lick the outer shell. “Don’t you want to pound your dick into my cunt, Daddy? Take my ass?” I roll my hips, grind against his length while I bite down on his earlobe. I wanna tease and tempt him, make him give in. “I want you, Daddy.”

When his hands land on my hips, grip them, and push me down even harder, I know I’ve got him.

“
Fuck that feels good,” I moan into his ear, bite his neck, release him, then lick the spot.

His hands guide my movement, back and forth, up and down his length, ratcheting up my arousal more and more with each passing second.

“
You’re a bad little girl, Amber.” I feel his voice vibrating through me, tickling me from inside out.

“
I am, Daddy. So bad.” I lay my head on his shoulder for a moment, breathing against his neck.

“
What should I do with you?” He’s talking between gasps, me writhing all over him, cunt leaking cream, and I know I’m soaking the outside of his pants.

I moan, push down until it nearly hurts. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

He drops his head back against the couch, holds my hips still. “Amber…” He says my name like it’s a curse and a prayer at the same time.

I bring my hands up to wrap around his neck, fingers sinking into his hair. I tighten my hold until I’m sure he’s feeling a bit of a sting. Seduction has only gotten me so far. “I want you, Justin. I know you want me too. Now, what’re you gonna do about it? Are you gonna go into your room and rub one out, or are you gonna use the pussy I’m offering you? Choose.”

“
I—“

I form a fist, hair knotted between my fingers. “Which one?”

He takes a deep breath, air huffing out. And then another, before he finally answers, “I choose you.” I rotate my hips and grind. “Ooh. Fuck yes.”

Gee, I feel like purring like a fucking cat, rubbing all over him and bathing in him. I close the small distance between us and take his lower lip between my teeth, tug and bite. I lick the damaged flesh before I whisper, “Your little girl is very happy, Daddy.”

Justin doesn’t give me an answer. At least, not a verbal one. He captures my lips in a searing kiss. I don’t get a moment to protest or prepare. He just dominates me, tongue forcing its way past my lips, demanding that I open and submit to him. He tastes every bit of my mouth, flicking and toying with me, stroking and pretending to fuck me.

I can’t keep still, can’t
not
move. I roll my hips, press my cunt down on him while I delve into his mouth, savor the flavors of beer, pizza and him. He overwhelms me, takes over, and I follow his lead, let him sweep me away.

His hands travel over my back, up and down my spine, and then he’s tugging at the hem of my shirt, bringing it higher and higher until I break our kiss long enough for him to whip it over my head.

“
Fuck your tits are gorgeous.” His voice is deep. Deeper than normal and laced with pure sex. He cups my breasts, squeezing and kneading, thumbs stroking my nipples back and forth.

I arch my back, push my chest out, shove against his palms—silently beg for more pressure.

In answer, Justin leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucks and teases the sensitive bud with his tongue. The rapid flick, flick, flick heads straight to my pussy, forcing me to shift and rock my hips along the ridge of his dick.

I crave the pleasure, the sensation, of being touched. Need it like my next breath.

He moans, increases the suction and pinches the nipple on my other breast, sending slivers of pain to mingle with the ecstasy he’s giving me. “Fuck yes, Daddy. Harder. More. Suck me.”

Justin bites my breast and the ache in my pussy increases in response. It’s spasming, tightening and releasing, practically begging to get fucked. “Oh, god. I need…”

He releases my flesh with a pop, hand taking the place of his mouth. “What do you need, baby girl?”

“
Please…”

“
Please what?” He’s grinning now, that teasing smile I haven’t seen in a while.

“
I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me.
Please.
”

He grabs me around the waist and positions me so my back’s on the couch, hovers above me. “I’m not sure if bad girls get what they want. What about what I want?” His voice is a deep growl.

I lick my lips, watch him watching me. “Use me, Daddy. However you want.”

That earns me a smile. A wicked, evil, I’m-going-to-regret-this smile.

Oh, god. In a totally, hopefully, good way.

His weight leaves me as he levers himself from the couch, and I frown at him. Damn it, I didn’t think “no sex for Amber” was going to be an option. But my frown melts away in a split second when I watch as his hands go to the button on his pants. He snaps ‘em open, and just like that, they’re sliding down his legs, pooling at his feet.

Oh, shit.

His cock really is huge.

He went commando, and his thick, long dick is hard and ready, a pearly drop of pre-cum on the very tip. The head is an angry purple, as if screaming for attention, and I want to worship him with my mouth. For, like, ever.

“
Oh, Daddy.” I push myself up, but he nudges me back.

“
My turn, Amber. Be a good girl.”

I nod and lay back, watch as he kneels on the couch between my knees. He reaches for the waistband of my shorts and I lift my hips so he can slide them off. I know what he’s seeing now, know why his eyes are widening for a brief moment before they appear to darken even further.

I’m bare as a baby’s bottom. I shaved off everything until I felt smooth from every freaking angle. I’m soaking wet and completely revealed to him.

With a single finger, he traces my slit, and I shudder at the contact, arch my back and try to follow his movements. I want the touch to last forever. But it ends, and he brings the digit to his lips. I’m focused on him and don’t miss the look of bliss that passes over his face as he tastes me, my cream.

“
Fucking delicious. I could live on that forever.”

I open my legs, prop one on the back of the couch and let the other fall wide. “Are you hungry?”

“
Starved.” He shifts, moving back until he’s nearly at the other end.

And then, he bends down. Face right over my needy pussy. “Mind if I have a snack?”

I roll my eyes. “Eat me already.”

He tsks. “That’s earned you a spanking, little girl.”

I raise a single brow. “But later, right? Cause I seriously need you to fuck me. Soon.”

Instead of answering, he lowers his head, tongue out, and he laps at the very top of my slit. Just a tiny flick and my nerves sing in response. I immediately grab my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples and back arching at the stab of pleasure.

Shit. He’s barely touched me and I’m ready to come.

He moans and comes back, this time licking more of me. From the top down, he travels along the seam of my lower lips. Fuck, but he’s a tease.

He’s not getting where I want him. Damn it. I slide my hands down my body, enjoy the feel of skin against skin and reach for my pussy, intent on spreading my nether lips for him.

“
Please, Daddy.” I moan.

But he brushes my hands away. “No touching. Let me play with my pretty, little cunt.”

The tone of his voice, the fierce, possessive look in his eyes, causes a shudder to zip through my body, pussy clenching on air and positively demanding to be fucked.

He sounds on edge. Good. He should be as needy as I am, damn it.

He skims the inside of my legs, starting at my knees and ending at my upper thighs, squeezing and kneading my flesh for a moment before he takes his fingers and separates my lips to reveal my damp heat to the cool air.

“
Such a pretty, pink pussy. All ready for me.”

“
God, yes.” I arch, rock my hips and search out his touch. “Lick me, Daddy.”

He hums and the sound reaches me the scantest moment before his tongue connects with my aroused pussy, lapping me from hole to clit, flicking the tiny nub of nerves at the end of his licks.

“
Yes, yes, yes…”

Justin keeps going, bottom to top, again and again, moaning all the while. He pulls away and blows on my soaking flesh, the chill causing goose bumps to rise along my skin. Then he dives back in, butterfly-quick movements of his tongue over my clit sending my arousal flying higher than a kite. His lips form a seal around my sensitive nub, sucking while flicking and licking, circling the ball of nerve round and round.