My hand slipped from the key in the lock, brushing against her thigh and making her gasp my name.

I felt uneasy. Unsure. Nervous.

But one look at her was enough.

Those big, needy eyes, her pupils so dilated her eyes looked black. Her shaky body, so shaky I thought she could fall over if I nudged her. Her beautiful brown hair that I’d seen her brush so gently in front of her vanity, falling down that perfect tanned back. Her lips were parted in a silent plea, her wide eyes asking the unspoken question…

Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?

One fucking look told me all I needed to know.

She wanted this so fucking badly.

I caged her body beneath mine and watched her shake, my cock so hard I felt precum spilling from my tip. I reached for her, my strong fingers wrapping around her dainty wrist, and I placed her hand on the bulge in my boxers. She tried to resist, but I made her. Forced her hand to cup my balls, stroke my cock, slow, up and down, until she was physically trembling.

And then I let go of her and pressed my body against hers, skin on skin, nothing but our underwear between us.

She cried, not cried out, cried like a little girl, tears slipping down her rosy cheeks and dripping from her chin.

I couldn’t fucking move. I stayed like that, with her body so submissive to mine, for what felt like hours. She was struggling to get away, her cries more and more desperate. My cock throbbed against her tummy. Her nipples were so hard they looked tiny, so tight and so hard they must’ve hurt.

I lowered my face against hers. My beard brushed against her jaw ever so gently, and she finally made a desperate little sound.

“Do you know how to kiss?” I asked her gently, my voice a breath across her lips. “Has anyone taught you, Kendall?”

“I…” she whispered. “Daddy, please, I’m–”

“Kiss me,” I growled against her mouth. “Fucking kiss me so I can decide if you’re good at it.”

She was shaking so much I had to place my hands on her forearms and hold her back against the door.

“Come on,” I said gently. “Come on, baby girl. One little kiss. One lick, one taste. Come on, Kendall. Kiss Daddy right now.”

She leaned forward, her mouth latching onto mine. She sobbed against my lips and started to kiss me, so fucking needy it was all sucking, lapping at me, like she was trying to give me a blowjob. I didn’t let myself move, even though it felt like my cock was going to burst. It stretched my boxers to a dangerous point, precum leaking from my tip like a damn waterfall.

“Kendall,” I muttered against her wet lips, and she whimpered, kissing me harder, braver, more desperate. “Baby girl, look at you.”

She looked up at me as she bit my bottom lip, sucking, pleading with those eyes.

“You’re a fucking mess,” I told her, my hand going up to her cheek and wiping at her tear-stained skin. She mewled as I kept stroking her, my other hand going to the small of her back, soothing her as gently as I could manage. “Such a pretty little mess for Daddy, aren’t you, Kendall? Do you like being messy for me?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, her lips still on mine. So desperate, her kisses getting messy like she had no idea what she was doing. I fucking reveled in it. No experience. Never touched, never spoiled. I was losing it, more and more by the second. She was still a fucking kid. Fuck her eighteen years, she kissed like a little girl.

And I was a sick damn bastard, because it turned me right the fuck on.

“Are you going to let me mess you up?” I whispered against her lips. “Are you going to let Daddy fuck you up, baby girl?”

More tears, so many fucking tears. She nodded with her mouth on mine, jerky little nods while she pushed her tongue inside my mouth. I sucked on her. She tasted like cherry pie and innocence. Jesus fucking Christ.

“Beg me,” I ordered her as she took my mouth, her fingers coming up and scratching at my chest desperately. “Beg, Kendall.”

“Please, p-please,” she whimpered. “Please Daddy, please, please, Daddy please.”

“Please what?” I growled into her mouth. Such a fucking tiny mouth. She was never going to fit my cock in there. Not even if I grabbed the sides of it and held her open like a whore. “Please what, Kendall? Beg properly, beg fucking perfectly, baby girl, because you have to convince me.”

“Please Daddy,” she rushed. “Please, Daddy please, I’ll do anything, kiss me back Daddy, kiss my neck, kiss my tits… Daddy, kiss my… kiss my pussy…”

I groaned and one lone tear ran down her cheek. She kept kissing me between soft pleas and whispered promises.

“Please touch me. Please stroke me, please Daddy, just please touch me, scratch me, pinch me, just touch me, Daddy, do whatever you want… I promise I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise you.”

“I don’t want to touch you,” I growled, and she stilled for a mere second before going back to what she’d been doing, completely ignoring my words. “I don’t, baby girl, I don’t want to touch you like that, it’s not right, it’s not good, we’re not supposed to do that, not here, not now. Beg me, Kendall, beg for me to change my mind.”

“Change your mind,” she hissed. “Change your mind, Daddy, and touch me right now.”

I stared into her eyes and she moved back, her mouth setting in a thin line and she grabbed my hand. This time, she was the one to force me, and she touched my hand to her left breast. Her nipple fit into the hole between my thumb and index finger like it was made for it, and I cursed out loud when I felt the puckered, tight skin.

“See, it’s not so hard,” she said in a husky voice. “It’s not so hard, Daddy… Now slide your hand down…”

She made me do it.

Dragging my hand down, between those small tits, over her tight stomach, over her panties. My fingers were getting wet. She made me cup her cunt, over the panties. She held me in place for what felt like ages, moaning for me while my breaths got more and more ragged. And then I felt her wetness leak onto the palm of my hand.

“Fuck,” I breathed against her ear, and she looked up at me, those eyes so innocent, so needy. “Take them off, Kendall.”

She grabbed me by the wrists and forced her own panties off with my hands. She made me cup her ass when she wiggled out of them, my fingers digging into her skin. Her tight little bubble butt bounced in my hands as her panties ended up on the floor. I didn’t risk looking down, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her any longer if I looked at her juicy snatch.

“Won’t you look, Daddy?” she asked sweetly, and I exhaled slowly. “Look at me…”

I closed my eyes tightly as she pushed me back, off of her. I looked at her again, staggering back, trying to regain my balance.

She was naked, completely fucking naked, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful. That impossibly tight, young little body. Perky, tiny tits with nipples the color of soft pink roses, just like her sweet, innocent mouth. I looked down. I had to look down. I couldn’t help myself.

Her pussy was shaved.

Bare.

She reached between her legs, her other hand going up, a finger hooking in her mouth, licking, the other hand opening her pussy for me. She showed me her fucking virgin cunt, like she was playing with the petals of a flower.

“Look,” she mewled. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

Her fingers spread that pussy wider. I saw her clit, glistening with so much need my mind stopped working. Alarms went off inside my head, blaring, trying to wake me up from the fucking haze. I didn’t give a shit, about any of it. I was fucking thankful in the back of my mind, fucking painfully thankful she’d done this now that she was eighteen, because if she hadn’t waited, I wouldn’t have been able to resist.

“Do you like my body?” she asked needily, sucking on her finger between the words. She turned around, bent over. Fingertips to her toes, her ass up, her legs straight, her perfect snatch peeking at me, wetness dripping down those thighs. “Do you like my pussy, Daddy? I started shaving a few months ago… I like it better bare. I like seeing it get wet that way…”

I took a step back. Fucking delirious. Losing my goddamn mind. The little slut. The little fucking bitch.

“Don’t you want to feel?” she whined, turning back to me, dropping to her knees, crawling while I stumbled back, dropping to the bed. “Don’t you want to touch my pretty little pussy, Daddy, don’t you want to feel how tight I am for you?”

She put her hands on my knees and raised herself up, her mouth gasping for mine.

“You sound like a fucking porn star, you little slut,” I growled at her. “Who fucking taught you to talk like that?”

“Amanda,” she smiled softly.

I should have known it. That sister of hers was leagues ahead of Kendall.

“But you like it,” she went on. “You like my dirty mouth…”

She licked my lips, her tiny pink tongue darting between her lips and tasting me. Every time she got a taste she fucking giggled.

“Kendall,” I grunted, trying to make sense of the situation. I should never have walked in there. I should’ve torn that damn letter up. A fucking trap is what it was. “Kendall, baby girl, put your clothes back on.”

“No,” she hissed. “No, I won’t.”

“Kendall,” I repeated with a firmer voice. “I’ll make you.”

She reached for my hand. Wrapped it around her own throat. Her eyes blazed as she stared at me.

“Make me,” she begged. “Make me do anything you want, Daddy. You know I will.”

My fingers tightened around her swan neck. My mind was whirring, my head throbbing, and so was my cock. It had gone too far already. Too fucking far. She was naked on her knees, I was practically tearing a hole through my damn boxers I was so hard.

My stepdaughter, I told myself.

My fucking stepdaughter, my girl…

I looked down at her. Her eyes were still red from crying, her mouth open, staring up at me, waiting…

“Please,” she whispered. “Make me…”

“Open your fucking mouth,” I growled at her. I felt like an animal. A caged bull.

She opened up. Wide. So beautifully wide.

Her eyes were on mine. Pretty green eyes. Pretty young girl. Untouched, tiny tits. Pretty, fresh little pussy.

She was right.

I couldn’t help myself.

I spat into her mouth. Fast. As much as I could.

Her body jerked in my arms, her eyes widening, her mouth swallowing on instinct.

“Daddy,” she choked on the word, her voice full of surprise. “Daddy…”

I raised her up by her throat, and she started fighting me. Fighting to get back control, because I was edging her, and she wanted more. I wouldn’t let her. I watched her body flailing as I lifted her on the bed, laid her down like a precious doll, looked at her body and imagined using her like a cheap slut.

“You deserve better than me,” I said to her. “You deserve a better man, Kendall…”

Her body raged, she was so desperate. I forced my boxers off with one hand and she cried out again, needy and desperate as my cock sprang free.

“Daddy!”

I positioned my cock over her stomach. I stroked it, fast motions meant to get me off, to come to my senses.

All I managed to do was spill precum on her flat tummy. She fought me again. Fought to get closer to my cock.

“Inside me,” she whispered. “Daddy, inside me, right now! Put it inside me!”

I gripped her throat tighter, looking at her exposed pussy. She’d pulled her knees up again, such a perfect fucking toy. I placed my tip on her clit and she started shaking uncontrollably, rubbing herself all over my dick.

“Oh, Daddy!” she whined. “Please, Daddy, no more! Now, Daddy, now.”

I did the unthinkable.