Marcus’s tongue claims my thighs and the quivering wetness between it. Every stroke of his warm, velvety tongue against my soft thighs stokes the fire within me, making my pussy even wetter and making me want him more.

I’m begging. Daddy, please. Please touch me. Lick me. Fuck me. Make my first time with you everything I don’t even know I need.

Because this is so fucking wrong but so fucking perfect.

Of course, I can't really get out more sounds than some moans. Despite wanting to beg so much, I can barely breathe because Marcus is touching me.

My stepdaddy is touching me like I've always wanted him to. Marcus is touching me like I've never been touched before. His rough fingers are grazing me and strong tongue is tasting me is making my mind race. My heart races faster. How could my breathing, much less my thoughts, keep up with the pressing point of his tongue teasing me, tantalizing me about what's to come?

After all these years of telling myself not to want the want thing I can never have, it is actually happening. It is terrible to want my stepfather like this. Wrong. Dirty. Bad.

So why is it so good to imagine Marcus as mine? To imagine I’m his?

Wait, I know why it is so good. Still…I’m desperately searching within my soul and begging for it be anything but perfect.

For a few painfully confusing seconds, I let myself be conflicted. Marcus is gliding his tongue down my thighs and closer to my pussy.

There’s nothing about my stepfather running his tongue deeper between my thighs, after my mother’s funeral, that should be perfect.

But Marcus's tongue is gliding over my thighs, torturing out every breath I can manage when he touches me. I've never wanted anything as much as I want him. But now I'm not aching for some abstraction. No vague ideas about him touching me. His tongue's next lick is what I'm aching for. I'm begging for his tongue to lick between my thighs. I know exactly what I want at this moment, and I can't resist how much I need his tongue on my pussy.

My mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ while I give up on wrestling with the moral quandary of what we’re doing. I sigh out, exhausted by this new pleasure. I know that there’s no other word for the intensity of the ecstasy I feel with his touch on my skin, no better word than perfect. When his knuckles stroke over my quivering pussy I whimper. Perfect. When his thumb slides into my slick wetness and his tongue laps over my clit, I yelp. Fuck, this is what perfection means.

And when his thick bare, massive cock spears into me, unprotected and splitting me thunderingly hard, I groan loudly. All of the propriety I normally have?

Any decency?

All of that is lost.

I'm just my stepdaddy's little girl taking his huge cock in my previously virginal pussy. We didn't use a condom, and his massive cock is filling me up so much. I've never felt so full in my life. Not in this way. I can feel body stretching to accommodate him. My inner walls squeezing around him, desperate for every inch Marcus has to offer me. My head falls back, and I'm panting heavily in time with his every thrust. His teeth are scraping over my neck, one of his hands cupping my ass hard to him and the other clutching the curtain of the chocolate waves of my hair bouncing around my back. The possessive hold he has on me makes me feel more alive than I ever have.

But just like he always has, he makes me feel safe.

And that feeling is absolutely perfect to me.

Of course, I couldn't think about how this never should happen, no matter how many reasonable arguments there are for why. So many obvious reasons, and so many stupid ones. I so don't want to think about that.

When Marcus's large, roughly skinned hand closed over mine, it destroyed my ability to resist. Remnants of the sane part of me that would ignore his touch and step away from it were decimated. The appetite I had for him was awakened with new erotic possibilities. His real touch brought new, filthier thoughts. Before I'd thought vaguely about how I'd want my stepfather Marcus to take my virginity. Those thoughts were in me. Ones I had desperately tried not to entertain. Marc had been my stepfather since I was ten, a tender age of learning my way around how I felt about sex and myself. I'd always thought that the attraction I'd felt for him at such a young age…they were things that I should ignore because they were just foolish. But as I got older and he was so much a part of my life as a father figure? My feelings for him only grew. I shoved the thoughts down with the same frequency I shoved my hands into my panties when I went to bed at night and thought about what it would be like to make the sounds my mother made with him in their bedroom above mine. But his hand touching mine? That wasn't about some vague sexual urge I had for him. It inspired very specific thoughts about those hands touching very specific parts of me. I wanted to feel what those rough fingers would feel like on my neck. On my nipples. On my pussy. I was so wet for him, instantly.

Long before cancer started killing my mother, the sounds of her being pleasured by my stepfather had stopped coming from upstairs in their bedroom. I knew their marriage wasn't working, and it wasn't hard to figure out why. My mother had always cared more about her work and had a natural coldness about her. Things, certainly, that Marcus had thought were going to change for him as when they were first together they had that honeymoon phase. She'd stopped caring about what was happening in my life before Marcus, and she'd stopped caring about Marcus in even shorter time.

In some of my naughtiest fantasies, I imagined pulling him into my bedroom and showing him just how much I wanted him to get me to make the kinds of sounds that I knew he could make a woman do. I wanted to call out his name.

Marcus!

He’d corrected me, his fingers near bruising my lips with his rough touch.

Call me my full name; I love the way it sounds rolling off those soft lips.

The way he'd licked my lower lip, sucked on it after he said those words…erotic flashbacks kept playing in my mind.

Then, his rough hand touching me changed everything…