Page 14 of Husband to Go
“Then you can have me.” Three of my digits have wormed their way into her asshole, stretching her out. She grunts as I softly finger her hole.
When she’s sufficiently ready, I remove my hand and go for my belt. Our eyes catch each other in the mirror. She watches me as I remove my pants, pulling them down along with my briefs. I guess this is her first time getting a good look at me too, given that the club was dark. Not a moment too soon because my cock springs out and smacks her in the ass. Her eyes go wide at the sight of me.
“Oh my god, you’rehuge,” she gasps, eyes wide.
“I know, sweetheart, but you’ve already done this once before. You can take me again.”
She moans and nods, and as I hold my shaft and position it, Kylie doesn’t avert her gaze. She watches with avid eyes as I push myself into her.
“Oh!” Now, her lids flutter close. My head probes her entrance, doing its best to get inside of her. She’s still tight as sin.
“Kylie, remember you need to relax. It’ll go in easier this way.” To help things along, I lick my palm and lube my rod with sticky saliva. Meanwhile, she nods and takes a deep breath before pushing back against me. This time, she catches my head with her little brown hole, and I sink in just an inch.
“Mmm,” is her delighted moan as she throws her head back with pleasure. “More, Tanner.”
Oh god. She’s eating away at my control. I shouldn’t even be here, much less doing this to my would-be stepdaughter during my own engagement party.
Like that ever mattered.
I slowly bury myself deep inside of her, feelings the walls of her anus massage my shaft. Jesus, I’m not getting out of this unscathed because it feels too damn good. Slowly, I pull back out and find a rhythm that works for both of us. The sounds of slick sex fill up the tiny bathroom, punctuated by my grunts and her breathy moans.
“Tanner, don’t stop!” My name stounds so sweet on her lips. I want her screaming it as she comes, even if it raises the roof. I wrap my arm around her waist, lifting her a bit so I can finger her clit. Her back arches as I draw sensuous circles around her swollen bud.
I grind my pelvis into her enormous ass, feeling every glorious inch moving in and out of her.
“I’m going to…” Kylie trails off as her body contorts against mine. She squeals and then jerks, her asshole dissolving into a series of hard convulsions. I come right after her, spilling violently into that sweet body. We both moan loudly as I hold her close, not an inch separating us.
Slowly, we recover. Oh shit. Her chest moves up and down as she catches her breath. Her hair is sticking to the sweat on her forehead, so I push it out of the way. Her eyes open up, and too my surprise, she smiles lazily at me.
I feel myself growing uncomfortable because I should be the one in charge. And yet, Kylie looks confident and at ease, while I’m a trembling mess. Slowly, I disentangle our bodies, and to my satisfaction, a huge glob of cum runs out of her ass before trailing down one thick thigh.
“Here sweetheart,” I say, handing her a paper towel.
She smiles again before taking it, and patting herself dry between her legs. Then, she pulls her panties back up and readjusts her dress.
Her big brown eyes look at me with questions and curiosity. Meanwhile, I’m still a mess.
“So, are we going to…?” She holds her breath expectantly. It’s not hard to see where she’s going. It’s not a conversation I want to have now or ever.
“I’m going to head back out to the lunch. You should wait a few minutes before following me.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll see you out there then.” The casual tone of her her voice unsettles me. Does she know something that I don’t? But I keep my expression blank. I can’t have Kylie getting any expectations because that’s when things start to getreallycomplicated. Especially since she’s young and my future stepdaughter.
With a swift twist of the doorknob, I leave the bathroom and find my way back to the party. It’s still full of mindless chatter. I’m exhausted, and it’s not just from the adventure I just had. All these people are pretending to fawn over my upcoming marriage to Veronica, and their fakeness gets to me. Everyone knows this is her fourth marriage.
I take my seat next to Veronica. She’s giggling while sipping champagne, enjoying every second at the center of attention.
“Tanner, darling. You were gone forsooolong. Is everything okay?” Her hand rubs up and down my arm.
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” I say in a smooth voice. Her touching me is extra annoying right now. I can’t help but think about how soft and welcome Kylie’s arms were. I keep seeing her face right after she came, full of ecstasy and delight.
This isn’t good. My fiancée’s daughter shouldn’t be burned in my thoughts like this. I’m in deep trouble.
Then, Veronica takes her hand off me and goes back to her friends. As usual, she was barely interested in my answer. Even asking was probably all for show, letting people know she “cares” about her fiancé.
A few minutes later, Kylie walks back in. Her hair is still a little disheveled, tendrils floating in front of her face. Her eyes connect with mine for a second before darting away, but then she smiles at her Aunt Jane and sits down like everything’s normal.
Shit. What do I do now? It seems my future stepdaughter has the upper hand here. She’s confident and perfectly at ease, whereas I’m hot under the collar and dying to talk to her again. I still want to sleep with her, but that’s damn-near impossible, not to mention unethical and probably criminal too. Watching her eat, I wonder if she cleaned herself up after I left.