Another beautiful day spent by the pool.

I lazily check my phone. It’s around noon. Connor is still home, though I’m not sure why. He was still in the living room when I came down this morning. He gave me a nod but didn’t say anything else to me, which is fine.

I keep thinking about last night. I found myself in bed, touching myself thinking about him, which surprised me. I didn’t plan on doing it, but as soon as I started thinking about him, I couldn’t help myself.

And as I came, I could have sworn that I heard him in the hallway, grunting right along with me. I know that’s just my imagination, but it seemed so damn real.

I bite my lip and shade my eyes from the sun. I’m feeling a little warm, but I don’t want to get into the pool. I have an ulterior motive for sitting out here in my bathing suit. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get Connor’s attention, at least a little bit. I see the way he looks at me when I walk around in my bathing suit, and I like it. There’s pure desire in his eyes, like he’s about to rip off my swimsuit and take me, which is frankly what I really want.

It’s so stupid and childish, parading myself around here just for his attention. I haven’t felt like this about someone before. I’ve never really cared what guys thought about me. I’ve had boyfriends, and I’m not a total virgin, but so few guys have really interested me until now.

Connor is different. He’s older, of course, and more mature. But there’s something about him that I can’t deny. It’s this quiet confidence, like he knows who he is. He moves with an intensity and a grace that surprises me. And I believe him when he says that he won’t let anything bad happen to me.

Feeling a little antsy, I get up and walk inside without putting on a towel. I get a bottle of water from the kitchen, making sure to make a little noise. I feel his eyes on me, which makes me smile. I turn toward him, water in my hand, and take a sip. I let a little spill down the front of me before pretending like it was a mistake.

I know he’s watching without comment. I smile at him then head outside again, feeling a thrill in my stomach. I don’t know what I’m doing, teasing him like this, but it’s exciting. He’s not really my stepfather or my mom’s husband, so it shouldn’t be wrong.

And yet it does feel wrong, at least a little bit. He’s still married to Mom, even if it’s not for real, and he is twenty years older than me. But maybe the fact that it’s wrong is part of the excitement.

I get back to my chair and sit down, stretching out. I’m trying to decide what I feel like doing next when the back door opens and Connor steps outside.

He has a strange look on his face. He seems almost angry, or maybe he’s just very intent on something. He comes right up to me and grabs my arms.

“Hey!” I say as he lifts me to my feet. “What are you doing?”

“Come with me,” he grunts.

My heart is hammering in my chest as I follow him. He leads me around the pool and behind the pool house. There’s enough space for the two of us between the house and the large privacy fence that surrounds our yard. There’s a square box where the water filtering equipment is kept and smooth stones cover where the grass normally would be.

We’re totally secluded here. Nobody can see us from the house or from the yard. He pushes me up against the wall of the pool house and looks at me with this hungry look on his face. He’s standing so close to me, still holding my arm in a firm grip. I bite my lip as excitement courses through me.

“I know what you did last night,” he says softly.

My heart skips a beat. “What are you talking about?” I ask.

“I heard you. Are you going to pretend like you weren’t touching that wet little pussy while moaning my name?”

I gape at him, completely shocked. He smirks back at me, in total control.

“W-what?” I say.

“That’s right, pretend like you’re shocked. Pretend like you’re not begging for me to come out here and fuck that tight little cunt. Go ahead and pretend to be innocent.”

I can’t believe he’s talking to me this way. He’s giving me his normal smirk but he’s being so absolutely filthy. He’s totally right in everything he’s saying, but it still drives me completely wild to hear him be so forceful. My heart is hammering and I can feel the thrill growing between my legs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, looking away, blushing.

“Good,” he says, and takes my chin in his head. He forces me to look at him. “Play innocent. I think you’re fucking sexy when you pretend to be a good girl. But we both know the truth.”

“What’s the truth?” I ask.

His lips come close, so close, and I think he’s going to kiss me. Instead, he pulls to the side, mouth against my ear.

“You’re a dirty little slut begging for my cock.”

I feel an explosion of excitement rock through my body. He’s right, he’s absolutely right. I’m dripping wet for him right now and all I want is his hands on my body.

“Do what you did last night for me,” he whispers softly.

“What?” I ask, not sure what he means. I put my hand on his hard chest and feel the muscle beneath his shirt.

“Like this.” He takes my other hand and gently guides it down toward my pussy.

“Connor,” I say, “I can’t.”

“You can.” He takes my chin and makes me look at him. “Touch yourself for me like you did last night.”

My heart is pounding in my chest. How does he know? Maybe that noise I heard outside my door wasn’t actually my imagination after all. He must have heard me getting myself off last night.

And, oh god, I said his name. Like, over and over. He must have heard me saying his name and that’s where this is coming from. I bite my lip, looking back into his handsome face, and I let him slowly move my hand down between my legs.

A thrill runs through my body as I press my bathing suit up against my clit. I gasp and he smirks at me. “See,” he says softly. “This is what you like, isn’t it?”

I nod, mouth hanging open, feeling starving and thirsty. “Yes,” I admit. “It’s what I want.”

He presses my hand harder between my legs and I give a little gasp as he reaches up with his other hand and takes my hair in his fist. He tips my head back and kisses my neck as I touch myself, thrill running through my body, excitement coursing in my veins.

I can’t believe I’m doing this with him. He’s married to my mother, he’s twenty years older than me, and yet I’m touching myself in front of him. He’s guiding my hand, but we both know what I’m doing. I rub my clit as he presses my hand down and it feels good, so fucking good, I can barely hold back.

His lips move up my throat and finally he kisses me, full and deep. I moan into his mouth as I’m tossed over the edge, and I know I can’t resist him any longer, if I even was resisting at all. He presses me back against the pool house harder, crushing me there, kissing me hard and deep. He releases the hand that’s between my legs and I wrap my arms around his neck as we kiss like that, his hard body against mine.

His hands roam up my hips, feeling my skin, and shivers run down my spine. He presses my bathing suit top up over my breasts and teases my nipples as he kisses me, palms and fingers rolling around the sensitive skin. I groan as he softly kneads me, feeling my full breasts with his rough hands.

“Do you even know how fucking gorgeous you are?” he asks me, rough and throaty, his voice filled with passion. He takes my hair with one hand and slides the other down my bottoms, his fingers finding my soaking clit.

I gasp as he pulls my hair back at the same time that he presses two fingers deep inside of my pussy. The slight pain mingles with the intense pleasure, making it that much sweeter. I grab his hips and moan, head tossed back, as his fingers slide inside of me, fucking my pussy, then slide back out to work circles around my clit.

“You have no clue what you’ve been doing to me from the moment I first saw you.” He presses his fingers deep inside of me. “Walking around in this fucking bikini.” He kisses my breasts, teases my nipples. “You’ve been tempting me from the day I first saw you.”

“But I was off limits,” I moan.

“That’s right. Off limits.” His fingers are driving me fucking insane and I don’t know if I can handle any more. “It’s fucking wrong to do this, you know that? I’m married to your mother.”

“I don’t care,” I moan. I know he doesn’t care, either, because he’s not stopping.

He pulls his hand back and cups my ass before moving me toward the box with the pool supplies in it. He lifts me up and sits me down on it, spreading my legs wide.

He kisses me, slow and gentle, before dropping down to his knees in front of me. He takes my bottoms and pulls them off, tossing them aside before spreading my legs wider.

My top is pulled up above my breasts and I’m bottomless with my legs spread wide, and he stares at me, licking his lips. I feel so exposed and so excited, it’s impossible to describe. This is so incredibly wrong, messed up on a bunch of levels, and yet that only makes it more exciting. If someone caught us like this, we’d both be finished, totally destroyed, including my mom. We’re risking so much for this.

And yet when he kisses up my inner thigh, I know I can’t turn away. I know I can’t stop it, even if I wanted to.

His mouth finds my pussy and he sucks my clit like he can’t get enough. My fingers wrap through his hair as pleasure explodes through my body. He’s good at his work, very fucking good at it, as his tongue and teeth tease and suck my clit.

“Shit,” I gasp, my whole body tense. “Connor, we can’t be doing this.”

“I know,” he says, muffled. “But I’m not stopping.” He presses his tongue inside of me, lapping me up, working.

“No, god no, don’t stop,” I groan. “Please don’t.”

He smirks up at me and presses two fingers deep inside of my pussy. He licks my clit as he slides his fingers in and out, fucking my little pussy, and I can barely control myself. I start to move my hips, working them to his rhythm.

He grabs my hip with his other hand as he fucks my pussy faster with his fingers. “You taste so fucking good,” he says. “I don’t know how I waited this long to get a taste.”

“Keep going,” I say, husky and low. I can feel it, the orgasm building so close. It’s intense and powerful, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“You want to fucking come?” he asks, smirking at me. “You think you deserve it?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, I’ve been good.”

“No. You’ve been a bad little slut, tempting me, teasing me. You think you deserve this?”

“Please,” I beg him. “Connor. I need it.”

“Call me daddy.”

“What?” I ask.

He grins at me. “Do it. Say the words. I’m your fucking daddy now.”

“Please,” I say softly.

“Call me daddy.” He presses his fingers deep inside of me.

“Daddy, fuck, please get me off, daddy,” I beg.

He goes back to work, tongue on my clit, fingers fucking my pussy, and I know I’m going to come. I’m going to come in his mouth and I can’t stop it even if I wanted to.

The orgasm washes through me, ravishing my body, tensing every muscle in my back. I can’t think a single thing as the blinding white pleasure overtakes me like a tsunami. He doesn’t stop or hold back, but keeps going faster, fucking my pussy, sucking my clit. I come in his mouth and he doesn’t care, he just laps me up, driving my orgasm further.

Slowly, I come down from it. I feel shocked and incredible as he finishes and then releases me. He stands back, smirking at me, looking at me as I pant.

“You’re delicious,” he says, tipping my chin up toward him. I feel like I’m practically a drooling zombie, so out of it from the pleasure. “That’s just a little bit of what I can do to you, girl.” He kisses me softly on the lips and then turns and walks away.

I sit there for a second, totally overwhelmed and shocked about what just happened.

One second I was thinking about how it would be so dangerous to do this with him, and suddenly I’m sitting here pretty much naked, my pussy dripping wet, an orgasm fresh in my mind. I can barely move, I feel so good, and it’s all because of him.

And he did that with just his hands and his mouth. I can’t even imagine what he might do to me if he fucks me.

Slowly I get myself together. I pull my top back down and slip my bikini bottoms back on. But I have to sit back down and gather myself for a second, trying to understand what the heck just happened.

He made me call him daddy. That should freak me out, but it doesn’t. In fact, it just makes me that much more excited. It’s so dirty, so absolutely filthy and wrong, and that’s part of the appeal of whatever’s happening between us.

I understand why he didn’t stay out here after getting me off, but there’s so much I want to ask him. I know we can’t risk getting caught together, but I don’t know what he’s thinking with all of this. He’s twenty years older than me. What can possibly happen?

I don’t know what I want or how I feel, but I do know that I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that before. I head back out toward the pool and sit back down in my chair, straightening myself out, getting myself together. Connor is back inside, doing who knows what, although I feel like I can still feel his eyes on my body.

And I like it. I really, really like it. I want him to look at me. I want him to do that to me again. I want more, even though I shouldn’t. I don’t know where any of this is leading, and if we get caught, we’re screwed.

But I don’t care. I want more. He’s my daddy now, and I can’t deny it.