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Gia Blue
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Fucking the Family: Daddy’s Dirty Little Angel
Daddy caught me in bed with Jeremy Dettling, getting fucked in the ass and
talking dirty. To make matters worse, I was, of course, calling Jeremy “Daddy”.
Because, yeah, I’ve got a total thing for my stepdad. And it’s not as if I even grew up
with him or anything. He was my stepdad for all of a year and he spent that traveling
My pussy creams for him. Hard core. I want him in my ass, my mouth, my
pussy, between my breasts. If any part of my body can get fucked, I want him doing it.
So Jeremy is fucking me deep, on his knees, ass to his heels and I’m mimicking
the position, resting on his lap, prick deep inside me. He pushes in nice and slow,
stretching me, making sure every nook and cranny is stuffed with his cock.
He retreats, pulling out the tiniest bit before shoving forward hard, jarring my
“Such a dirty little slut, getting fucked in the ass by her daddy.” Jeremy doesn’t
mind playing my games. It gets him off. Not as much as me, but he likes fucking me so
he goes along.
My pussy creams, juice just dripping down my thighs, clenching and aching to
be filled by another cock. I’ve never done double penetration, but I’m sure I’d love it.
I slip a hand between my thighs, fingers finding my clit with ease, and I circle the
He pulls out a little more and slams back in once again, one of his hands reaching
around to pinch a nipple. The other grips my shoulder, shoving me down on his dick,
giving it to me harder. I raise a little, giving him more room to fuck my back hole. I’m
so tight back there, gripping him, and I revel in the dirty, the forbidden, feelings
Jeremy takes advantage of the space, tipping and raising his hips, shoving that
fat cock into me over and over again, give and take. His breath is harsh in my ear, those
“My whore. Daddy fucker. My cum-slut.” His voice is a deep growl, washing
over me.
me my orgasm is close. Those tremors in my cunt bring my nerves to life. I want it,
crave it like my next breath. I’m bouncing on his prick, his shaft feels as if it’s growing
“Fuckmefuckmefuckme...”
Jeremy grunts, increases his pace, “Take it.” Brutal thrusts and the sound of
damp, slapping flesh war with the sound of our pants. “Take it all, bitch.”
emanating from my cunt, filling me from heat to head, rocketing through my entire
being, pumping in my veins, stealing my breath in that moment. My heart stutters, beat
tripping and stumbling while the ecstasy seeps into every pore. God, it’s as if my very
He pumps into me, once, twice and again before he freezes, cock hard and deep,
pulsing in my channel. I know he’s coming. I did that. Me. My ass. My hole.
The mere thought sends another shiver through me, aftershocks of my orgasm
boil over me and I shiver, my heart slowing, breathe becoming normal once again.
Jeremy gives my nipple one last pinch and then slips back behind me, nudging
between our bodies. Probably to hold the condom on as he retreats and I ease forward
My eyes have been closed this whole time, imaging my stepdad behind me,
filling me, fucking me until I can’t breathe. I open them and now my heart isn’t
stuttering anymore, no it’s frozen in my chest, not beating, not doing a damned thing.
I’ve died. Right here on the bed, tits hanging, well-fucked and shocked beyond belief.
But right now, my gaze is locked on my stepdad. In the flesh. He’s shirtless, as
always when he’s home, and staring at me. His expression a mixture of shock and
A strangled groan comes from behind me and I figure Jeremy must have just
years and I’m living in his pool house after my most recent falling-out with her. But
she’s a hot cougar, which means my stepdad is only, like, thirty-five. A very hot thirty-
five.
And I still introduce him to my friends as my dad. Well, because it gets me hot.
His face darkens, a deep red stealing across his features and the vein in his
cool fabric.
Not good.
Jeremy doesn’t seem to need to be told twice. He bounds from my bed, snatching
his clothes from the ground before his slips by Luca, their bodies not touching.
Luca Morelli. Even his name is sexy. Mom always had good taste in men. Luca,
my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He’s tall and built. His olive-toned,
tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes.
Yum.
any other man. I’ve really been reading too many romance novels.
Seriously.
We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I’m barely
breathing, waiting for what he’s gonna say. I know he’s not my “real” dad. That guy is
long gone. But I don’t like disappointing Luca, and I’m figuring getting fucked in the
pool house and calling the guy Daddy might be the tiniest bit over the top for him.
He’s always seemed like a missionary type of guy. Doesn’t mean I want him any
less. If he gave me a chance, I’d just get used to being on my back all the time. It’d be
Finally, after what feels like fifteen minutes ticks by, he speaks. “Damn it,
Angel.” He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it, making him look even hotter with
the disheveled strands sticking up. “What am I gonna do with you?” He growls and my
pussy responds, tightening, aching to be filled. I love that growl, that deep timbre of his
voice.
“Fuck me?” Can’t help it. I’m already fucked, in a not nice way, might as well go
for broke.
Luca moans, drops his head against the wall and closes his eyes. “Angel.”
The way he says my name gets to me. The deep rolling voice, the shortened form
“But...”
He blows out a breath, harsh and quick. “You need to stop picking up random
I crawl forward a bit, moving on my knees. “It wouldn’t happen if I had you. I’d
only do you.”
One of his hands twitches, pulling my focus from his face to his hips. I’m
spellbound, watching while he brings it to his groin, palms his cock. And I can see the
I’ve done things like this, getting caught, from the time I moved in on my
eighteenth birthday. Six months I’ve traipsed through the main house in barely nothing,
lying out by the pool in even less. Sometimes even going topless, excusing my
My nipples harden, pussy creaming, growing wetter at the mere idea that he’s
relenting. Even a little. Until I get his cock in me, I’m not assuming anything.
I open my mouth, whisper, not wanting to break the spell. “Only you.”
He steps forward, that normal rolling gate, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
I lower the blanket, expose my body to his gaze. It should be familiar to him by now,
but his eyes widen, tongue slips out to wet his lips. Luca looks hungry, needy. His palm
hasn’t strayed from his erection, hand sliding up and down, cloth separating skin from
skin.
“Any way I want.”
I nod. “Any way.” He can’t do anything to me that I haven’t already done with
“Whatever I want.”
I don’t move. Can’t. I’m afraid of moving. Don’t want to scare him, pounce on
“I’m clean. I’ve never fucked without a condom, but I’m coming in you, Angel.
You’re mine.”
I come. Right there. Pussy just fucking exploding in pleasure and I can’t stop the
shudders, the shivering and the fucking joy that pours through me. I moan and drop
my ass to my knees, hump the air for a moment, pinch my nipple to prolong the
pleasure a bit. “Yours.” I raise my hips, aching. “Only yours. Nothing between us.
Nothing.”
I can’t help my reaction. I’m a sexual animal. Words, looks, bodies...it all turns
me on.
Eyes closed, I don’t see the slap coming, couldn’t imagine that Daddy would
react like that. He smacks my pussy, palm connecting with my lower lips, palm
He pets the pain away and I keep my hips rocking, stealing a bit more pleasure
from his touch, panting as my arousal spikes higher. “Yeah...” I try to push down on his
hand, grind against him, but he just smacks my pussy again, a quick, sharp slap
“No. It’s mine. Your body is mine. Take what I give you. You’re my dirty little
I whimper. He’s so strong and commanding. He’s like that in everyday life, but
he’s also pretty uptight. I had figured he’d be that way in the bedroom as well. I’m
“Yes, Daddy.” He nudges my thighs wider, my lower lips separating with the
movement and I’m rewarded with an even harder slap than before, palm colliding with
my needy clit. “Daddy!” I can’t help the yell, the scream as my body responds.
“Please?”
Luca strokes my pussy softly, feather-light touches. “No one has spanked this
overwhelming me, taking over and crashing all around me. He alternates between
tender touches and sharp slaps, dirty, dirty words washing over me. Getting nastier
The sound of skin against skin practically echoes off the walls. Not the hurried
sounds of sloppy fucking. No, it’s tight, sharp and confident smacks against my pussy.
Then there’s an overwhelming pressure there, the flat of his fingers crowding my clit,
pressing hard and shaking back and forth. Quicker than a hummingbird’s wings he
rubs it, tearing my orgasm from me, flinging me from aroused to exploding in less than
two shakes.
“Come on my hand, little girl. Now.” His mouth is next to my ear, hot breath
fanning over my skin, and I can’t help but listen, break against his hand and sob his
name.
“Luca!”
I’m waiting for him to slow, let the pleasure ebb a little like most men I’ve been
Not Luca.
“Again.”
Smack.
He fists my hair, yanks my head back and rubs his face against my neck, five
o’clock shadow scratching my skin. One last slap and I’m coming again, gushing over
the sheets, cunt spasming, and I’m beyond words, just screams and sobbing and I don’t
know which way is up. I simply know white hot, pure pleasure and how it overwhelms
Then I’m leaning back, tender hands petting me, soothing me, cuddling me close
and laying me on the bed, sweet words filling my ears and easing me back to the
present.
“So beautiful, my Angel. Daddy’s little angel.”
The shift from nasty ecstasy to tender touches leaves me reeling, unable to find
“Luca?”
I’m looking into his eyes, his hand cupping my cheek, a small smile toying with
An aftershock slithers through me, eyes drifting half-closed. “You have no idea.”
He brushes his lips across mine, the tiniest hint of connection and the first we’ve
ever shared. Again he nuzzles me, mouth near my ear. “This is what it’ll be like
sometimes, Angel. I can be sweet and I can be rough. You need to decide now if you can
handle that.”
I whimper, his hand drawing circles around my nipple. “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.”
Luca rains gentle kisses down my neck, stroking me with his hand, traveling
along my body, exploring me as if I were a new land. Gentle and sensuous, he inspects
every inch of my body from collarbone to hips. It’s then that I gasp, his moist breath
separating them even more. I watch, transfixed, as he pops the button on his jeans,
lowers the zipper ever so slowly, exposing more and more skin to my gaze. The dark
hair that leads from his belly button, his treasure trail, extends into the depths beneath
his pants. I want to trace that line with my tongue. I wet my lower lip and he watches
the movement.
Luca’s cock rises between the open zippered flaps of his jeans, tempting me, a
tiny drop of pre-cum sticking to the tip. He reaches in and tugs his cock and balls free,
brings them into the open air and lets me get the first good look of his prick.
Fuck, but he’s long, fat and thick, hot and stiff for me. As if it knows it’s about to
be welcomed into paradise. My pussy’s ready for him, wet and wanting. I want to be
He strokes his dick from root to tip. I stare, drinking up every move he makes,
learning how he likes to be touched. His grip is sure and strong, rising and falling along
“Want it?”
I nod, desperate.
“Beg.”
One word. It takes one word and I crumble. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I’ll be such
a good little girl. So good.” I spread my legs wider, let my knees fall open and expose
all of my secrets to him. “I hurt so bad. Make it feel better. Please?” I rock my hips,
down and up, pretending I’m fucking him, hands on my breasts, fingers pinching and
bare lips, the delicate friction sending shards of pleasure through me. He braces his
hands on either side of my head, gaze boring into mine while he flexes his hips, slides
that slick cock along my slit achingly slow. An inch up, an inch down, shift and slither.
Head of his prick catching on my engorged, over-sensitized clit. The pressure bordering
He smirks, passion growing. I lift my legs so I can dig my heels into his jean-clad
The thrust is so sudden, so unexpected, I scream when he fills me, arch my back
and claw at his shoulders. I can’t figure out if I want closer or to crawl away. He
stretches and fills me, pain slicing through my cunt, the burn almost unbearable. One
hand grips the juncture of my shoulder and neck, holding me captive, not letting me
“Mine. Take it.” He pushes forward even more and I can’t believe all of him isn’t
“That’s it.” He grips my shoulder and gives me the rest, his pubs against my lips,
“Fuck, Daddy.” I pull him down, capture his lips with mine, pour all of my
passion into the kiss. I lick and taste and bite, moan into our connection. He pulls his
cock out a bit and pushes home again, the burn subsiding and quickly turning into
pure, unadulterated pleasure. I open my mouth, tongue still, just sharing my breath
Luca releases me and sits back on his heels, tugs me up until my ass rests on the
top of his thighs, cock still in my cunt. Strong hands grip my legs and yank me farther
He pulls back and slams home hard, making my whole body shake, tits
His hands tighten and then he’s fucking me in earnest. Pistoning his cock in and
out of my pussy like a jackhammer, the whole bed shaking, breasts jiggling with every
thrust. It’s a hard, dirty fuck, pussy clenching and creaming all over his dick, balls
Luca shifts his grip, one hand going to my hip, fingers digging into my flesh.
I reach between my legs, fingertips finding my clit with ease, but he shoves my
hand away, his thumb taking my place, digging and pressing hard.
I grip the sheets, back bowed, taking whatever he gives me. I throw my head
back, body tense like a bow, unable to think past the pleasure coursing through my
I’ve never been fucked like this. Never. High school guys have the stamina to
play football for hours, but never fuck past a few minutes. Older guys think they know
what the fuck they’re doing, but it’s just the fact that their stamina from old has caught
No.
Luca fucks me like an animal and knows what the fuck he’s doing. “You’re my
Talk? I can’t breathe. “Yours. Your whore, your slut. All yours, Daddy.”
He pinches my clit and I’m coming, every muscle tightening until I feel as if I’ll
snap in half. I can’t figure out if it’s pleasure or pain, or a mixture of both, but I can’t
keep my mouth shut, can’t stop the scream building in my chest, or the sob that slips
from my throat.
The tremors don’t stop, don’t ebb. Just keep pouring through me like lava, hot
and thick.
Luca pulls free of my cunt and I cry out, but within a moment, he flips me onto
my hands and knees, moving me like a rag doll, and plunges back into my pussy, the
One of his hands grips my shoulder, the other knots in my hair, pulling my head
back. His hold lets him pull me into each of his thrusts and I feel as if he’s trying to
completion. It won’t take me much longer, his vicious thrusts and the bite of pain in my
scalp are mixing to turn into a rough wave of bliss, crashing and slamming against my
skin.
“You’re fucking cunt is mine, Angel.” His hips are slapping against my ass,
His breath is coming in short gasps, pace increasing, faster and faster he moves.
I’m full and pinned, unable to do anything but take what he gives me, relish in being
He slams into me again and again, short, shallow thrusts and it feels as if he
swells inside my pussy, a hint of stretch before he finally roars, seals his hips to mine,
our bodies moving as one. He doesn’t slip free of my heat, rocking with me, exhaling in
Luca slips his hand free of my hair and releases my shoulder, palms skimming
my back as he moves from leaning over me. He pets my hips, both of us rocking back
and forth as we catch our breath, ease down from our high.
His cum is slithering a wet path down my thighs, reminding me of the fact that
there’s nothing between us. This is the first time I’ve done it without a condom. Ever.
release him, want him to stay connected to me. But he eases free of me and flops onto
the bed. His arm slips around my waist and he pulls me close, tucking my head against
his shoulder, tugging my leg across his hips and petting my outer thigh. I snuggle up to
his, rub my pussy along his still jean-clad leg. God, he didn’t even get naked.
He kisses my temple, lips lingering. “We’ll go slow next time. Nice and sweet.”
I hum against his chest, brush my cheek along the coarse hair peppering his pecs.
His touch strays to my ass, squeezing the globe, kneading my flesh. “You’re my
I nod and rock my hips against his thigh, enjoying the rough scratch of the jeans
against my pussy. Already I’m ready to go again, ready for whatever he wants to throw
my way.
Luca tightens his grip, spreads my cheeks and his fingertips brush my back hole.
“At least, until I can get your Uncle Domani to join us.”
“Oh, Daddy...please.” Because, yeah, I’m not just Angel...I’m his dirty little
Angel.
About the Author:
Gia Blue writes smut because she's been cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. Every
erotic thought has her putting pen to paper and then releasing the stories to all of the
naughty people in the world. A self-proclaimed whore, nympho and ex-stripper now
that she's traded her pole for a Mac. She's embarked on an important mission to convert
everyone who reads her books into jolly, one-handed readers. She'd shake your hand,
but it looks like you're busy. http://giablue.com