Page 26 of Stranded
I chuckled. “That’s right. Do you want me to do more?”
I was a strict bottom, but for him I would try topping him if it made him happy.
“No. I think I only want to top.”
“Good. Then we’re on the same page. But for this?—”
I closed my eyes and pressed my face between his cheeks. His stifled moan grew when I swirled my tongue around his hole, then licked vertically.
“Fuck!” He braced an arm against the wall.
“Hmm.” I hummed a response but didn’t stop. His stance widened, and I fished a hand between his legs to wrap my fingers around his erection. He bucked then, seemingly unsure of which end he wanted more of the attention.
“Fuck, Aiden.” He reached back, cupping the back of my head and shoving my face deeper. “That feels good.”
So, of course, the slut that I was became even more turned on. I needed my hands to spread his cheeks wide open, but he caught on really fast, the hand not on the back of my head jacking himself off. I stabbed my tongue against his hole a few times, wriggling it around, then pressed my lips around him and sucked.
“Hnngh.” His arm jerked back and forth harder. “That’s it, Deni, baby. Don’t stop. You’re just a filthy little whore who likes eating his stepdad’s ass. Aren’t you?”
Clocked it.
I moaned to let him know how turned on I was by that kind of talk. My cock jutted out neglectfully between my thighs, leaking against the tiles.
“That’s it, baby girl. Show me how you like that ass. Close—so fucking?—”
He jerked my head back away from him and turned around, still holding me steady. “Open for me.”
I opened my mouth and dropped my hand between my legs, mimicking the movement of his fist slicking fast and hard down his cock. My climax pulsed at the base of my cock, desperate to be let out. I whimpered in the back of my throat, sticking my tongue out to catch the first squirt of his cum into my mouth. The rest was off aim—or maybe was just perfect—as he came all over my face, grunting, and panting like the animal he claimed he wasn’t earlier.
“Fuck.” Still holding his cock, Jackson stared down at me as if in awe. “Fuck, Aiden. You blow my mind every single time.”
So fucking close. I just need?—
“Slap me,” I rasped, still slicking my palm over up and down my cock.
“What?” His brows shot upward before knitting together, and for a second, he just stared at me through the steam like he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right. “Aiden?—”
“Do it!” I begged, a sob tearing from my throat. “Please, I need it. Slap my face. Hard. And tell me I’m your dirty little whore. Tell me all the filthy things I love when you say to me.”
Jackson’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and so did his head, but the slap that glanced across my cheek barely hurt.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Make it hurt, Daddy. Please. I want to hurt so?—”
His palm collided with my face, and my cheek smarted from the sting of it.
“So you’re a pain slut, too,” he murmured, smoothing a hand over the area where he’d hit me. “Can’t say I’m surprised. The harder I fucked you, you only begged for more.”Slap!“And that beer bottle, stretching out your fuckhole—that was all your idea.”Slap! Slap!“My only regret is that I didn’t put my cock inside you at the same time as that beer bottle, you sleazy little slut. Would have loved to watch my cum dripping out of your ruined pussy. Forget that dress, Deni, and whether it fits you better. The only thing that matters is that your little cunt fits me better than your mom’s ever did.”
I exploded, the pride his words evoked in my chest tipping me over the edge, because those words that sounded like an insult were nothing but praises to me. Most people grew up with lofty ambitions to be doctors, lawyers, and engineers. But was it so wrong that all I wanted to be was wasted on my stepdad’s cock? Was it so problematic to want to be better to him than my mom ever was? Was it so terrible to want to sink to hell with him and never return?
I was shaking so hard from my climax that I couldn’t even stand if my life depended on it. Luckily, Jackson seemed to realize and lifted me to my feet. I slumped into his body, tremorsracing through my body still. My breath came out ragged and rough, and tears pricked my eyes then trickled down my cheeks.
“Aiden?” Jackson’s hold tightened on me. “Oh, fuck Aiden. I’m so sorry. I went too far. Didn’t I?”
I shook my head and smiled lazily at him, but didn’t bother to open my eyes. “No, it was perfect. It’s everything I wanted, Jackson. Will you be my forever Daddy?”
He stiffened against me, and silence hummed between us for a second. “Is that what you want?”
“Mm-hmm. I want to stay at home and take care of you.”
