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The first time Rey walked in on her stepfather masturbating, it was an accident.
She was supposed to be spending the night at Rose’s house, but then Paige had gotten in a fender bender—nothing major, but enough to leave her shaken. And given the way it hadn’t even been two years since Rey’s mother Bazine wrapped herself around a tree, Rey had politely excused herself from the Tico home. The family probably needed space to process things anyway.
Ben was always in bed by eleven, so Rey snuck in quietly. Her stepfather’s bedroom door was ajar, and even from the other end of the hall, she heard a deep grunt of pain.
No. Her heart was instantly in her throat, her stomach going weightless. Losing her shitty excuse for a mother … well, that had been inevitable. Driving drunk as many times as Bazine did, it was only a matter of time. Rey had known that since she was nine, when she realized what was really going on all those times Mom got all weird.
But losing her stepfather, who was kindly if aloof…
Not Ben, too. He’s all I’ve got left.
Rey’s blood fizzed in her ears as she hurried down the hall, expecting to find him lying on the floor injured, and she flung the door wide. “Ben!”
“Jesus!” her stepfather bellowed in surprise, instinctively spinning in his computer chair, but it was too late. There was no unseeing his hard cock caged in his hand.
Rey bolted to her bedroom and slammed the door shut, pressing her back to the wood as her heart galloped in her chest. Fuck, fuck, FUCK—
Metal tinked from the next room, doubtless him fastening his belt. She could hear Ben cursing, and then heavy footsteps drew nearer. “Rey—”
“I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked!” she blurted out.
Long moments passed, and she could hear him breathing on the other side of the door. “Can we just—” He broke off, then tried again: “Can we pretend that never—”
“Yup!” Rey agreed, practically shouting the word.
Her stepfather’s footsteps retreated to his bedroom, and the wall vibrated as he firmly shut the door.
And that was it. The next morning he’d been a bit more awkward than usual at breakfast, but neither of them mentioned it, and within a few days it was as though the incident never happened.
Except … not.
Rey had always assumed that Ben was disinterested in sex. He hadn’t dated since Bazine died, and though it was certainly possible, she couldn’t picture the gruff I.T. manager swiping any which way. Or even understanding what that phrase meant.
No, she hadn’t ever thought of her stepfather in the sexual sense—but now there was no unringing that particular bell. Worse, the harder she tried to shove the vision of him out of her head, the more she started dreaming about him. About feeling those strong yet gentle hands skimming over her skin, about his plush lips pressing kisses to the curve of her neck.
It didn’t help that his cock was fucking gorgeous. Never would Rey have guessed that her stepfather was hung, but now that she knew, her gaze would stray to the crotch of his trousers way too often.
Maybe that was why she rationalized breaking into his bedroom while he was out getting the tires rotated. Because she had to know what was making quiet, unassuming Ben Solo rock-hard.
The master bedroom had been a realm of chaos when it belonged to Bazine, dirty clothes piled everywhere, the occasional crusty plate balanced precariously on the corner of a table. It had gotten better during the year her mother and stepfather shared the room, but—as much as it felt awful to think it—the house was better without Bazine.
Gone was the slide into entropy; Ben’s bedroom was neat, minimalist. It looked like he’d ripped a page from Town & Country in furnishing it, from the neat black comforter on the bed (which was always made unless he was in it) to the hand towel hanging in the master bath, not a thing was ever out of place.
The orderliness made Rey feel safe. But that day, creeping in to check his hard drive, she felt exposed, perspiration beading her skin as she looked over her shoulder every two seconds.
She was expecting perversion, but the kind that blinked into being threw everything she knew about Ben into question.
What the actual fuck?
Rey’s mouth went dry as she clicked through the video files, skipping ahead to check. The porn was thematically consistent, the same tags manifesting before her eyes again and again.
older man/younger woman
stepfather/stepdaughter incest
stepdaughter gets railed by horny stepfather
There should’ve been some diversity among the “stepdaughters” in question, but they were uniformly petite, with nut-brown hair and dark amber eyes.
They all look like me.
When Rey skidded back into her room after her archaeopornographic dig through Ben’s computer, there was a wet spot in her underwear.
Ben thinks about fucking me.
She watched him carefully at dinner—so much so that he actually noticed. “You feeling okay?” he asked her in that deep, gentle voice, his eyes wide with concern behind his glasses. “You look kinda peaky.”
Rey muttered something about not feeling well, and escaped to the bathroom, the closest place she could go to put a locked door between them.
That was the first time she shoved her hand between her legs and pretended that it was him. That even though he was two decades older and still technically her legal guardian, all of that was forgotten as tall, broad-chested Ben ripped her clothes off and fucked her silly.
Rey had to shove her free hand against her mouth to stifle her groan of pleasure. Clearly it wasn’t enough, because a knock came at the door a few moments later. “Rey?”
“I’m fine!” she called back—and even though she had no idea why, as her stepfather’s footsteps receded, she found herself dissolving into silent giggles.
Rey was dozing as the front door slammed open, way too hard.
It was softball season, so her pink aluminum bat was right there beside the bed. She snatched it up, instinctively raising it into position as she nudged her bedroom door wider with her bare foot. “Hello?”
“Rey?”
It was Ben, but he sounded … weird. Bazine weird.
There were blundering movements in the darkness, and then the kitchen light snapped on to reveal her stepfather standing there, swaying in place. He squinted at her owlishly. “You’re shtillup? You’ve schooldamara.”
It took Rey’s brain a second to translate, and she laughed in relief, letting the bat rest against her shoulder. “For one thing it’s still Saturday, I don’t have school for another day, and I was actually just heading to bed … you all right?”
“I have been” —Ben heaved a breath— “hdrinking.”
“I can see that,” Rey chuckled.
“I didn wanna scare you, cuz your mom…” He waved one hand vaguely, but she knew what he meant. The crash.
“It’s okay,” she reassured him. Ben wasn’t stupid. “You got a ride home, right?”
“I…” he paused dramatically, then yanked his crappy excuse for a smartphone out of his jacket pocket so hard that he almost dropped it. “…Uber’d.”
“Well done, no heavy machinery,” Rey teased. “So no forklift time before you sober up.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Ben managed, with a touch of his usual dry humor.
Rey set the bat back in her bedroom, and by the time she returned to the doorway into the hall Ben was already moving past her, arm out to keep himself from staggering into the wall. “Need anything?”
“Nnnope.”
Her stepfather must have been really drunk because his bedroom door swung closed, but didn’t actually snick shut.
He disappeared into the darkness of the master bedroom, and Rey shrank back into the shadows of her own room, lying in bed as her heart pounded. Fabric rustled, the bed creaked, and then there was silence.
Rey tried to force herself to sleep, but her blood was racing, fire in her veins.
Surely he wouldn’t remember if she—?
No way. He’d probably just think it was a dream.
She crept into the hallway and listened at the cracked doorway—and though he wasn’t snoring, his breaths were deep and even.
Rey slid past the open door, prowling along on the balls of her feet. Ben’s breathing remained unchanged, even when she padded closer.
She was almost beside the bed when she realized that her stepfather was naked. The curve of his ass peeked out from the tangle of sheets—and his muscular back, jesus— Even in the faint light emanating from her own bedroom, she could see every sharp line of his body, his corded arms, his long legs dusted with dark hair.
Under all the uptight Ben-ness, he was hot.
He was lying on his stomach, his face turned away from her … and the secret, wanton place between her thighs burned with need.
Just for a minute. He’d never even know that Rey was here.
Her nipples hardened to peaks as she wriggled out of her t-shirt and cotton boxers, letting them drop soundlessly to the floor. Nothing graced the top of the night table that had once been her mother’s. Bazine had left only emptiness, and it was altogether too easy for Rey to slide between the sheets beside her stepfather as though she belonged here.
For the first few minutes she just lay there with her panicked heartbeat shaking the bed, feeling the heat from his body so close, but not touching him. If she brushed against him even a little bit he could wake up, and there would be the deepest circle of hell to pay.
Sense started to creep back to Rey as the sheets shifted over her breasts, reminding her of the stark reality of what she’d done.
Naked.
Naked in bed with her stepfather, who was also naked.
Shit.
She was debating sneaking back out of the room when Ben shifted, his arm bumping hers.
“Baz?” He was still slurring as he stirred. “W’time’s it?”
Rey froze, unable to speak as Ben mashed his face through his pillow, turning his head toward her—yet though his lashes fluttered, his eyes didn’t open.
“‘M sorry,” he mumbled. “I dunno if I can get it up—” Her stepfather threw one arm around her waist—and even drunk he was strong, dragging her underneath him like she weighed nothing. “Here ghoes…”
Rey hardly had time to draw breath before his lips crashed against hers. He forced his tongue between her lips, claiming her mouth and probing her with uninhibited hunger.
She’d never been this close to a naked man; giving Poe a beej in the Walmart parking lot didn’t count, he hadn’t even pushed his pants down for that. But Ben’s sweet weight draped over every inch of her body, and she gasped as her stepfather’s pendulous cock dragged against her leg, hardening.
His growl made her lips buzz, and one of his huge, gentle hands caught her breast in a way that was anything but gentle. She yelped into his mouth as he fondled her bare tit, pinching her nipple, tugging in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure through her belly.
Then his hand pushed lower, skidding over her stomach, only stopping when he was palming her sex, his entire hand shoved between her legs. His thick fingers parted the seam of her pussy, drawing wet circles over her clit.
Pleasure bloomed in Rey’s sex, and she found herself arching her back, pressing her tits into Ben’s chest. She whimpered with pleasure as he pushed his fingers into her cunt, surging into her in shallow waves.
“Don’t worry baby,” her stepfather rasped. He sucked her lower lip, nipping hard as he thumbed her soaking clit. “I remember how you like it.”
His hand withdrew from her sex, and Rey tried to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders—but Ben caught her wrists, pinning her hands to the pillows. Then his arm plunged between their bodies, and Rey moaned into Ben’s mouth as something smooth and broad and unyielding swept through her slick folds.
His cock, oh shit oh shit—
Of course he wasn’t wearing a condom—and Rey gave a silent prayer to the gods of contraception as his larger body trapped hers against the bed, and he sloppily fitted his raw cock to her drenched pussyhole.
Ben grunted and snapped his hips, sheathing his hard cock in her soaking cunt, the movement easy and familiar as he shattered her virginity—and Rey screamed with rapture as he claimed her.
so full so big so fucking hard
His lips stumbled against hers as he murmured, “How’s this, Baz?” His hand swallowed her breast again, kneading her as he withdrew and fucked into her again, hard, leaving her gasping. “’M I raping you hard enough now?”
Rey writhed with pleasure as her stepfather continued to thrust into her, possessing her fully each time, forcing every inch of his length into her pussy. His raw cock felt just as huge as it had looked, making her burn with his overwhelming girth, stretching her open until she was so full that she could only pant.
“Finally hhappy, huh?” Ben rasped. He shoved deep again, straining at her cervix as the root of his cock kneaded her clit. “Finally like what’m giving you?”
“Mm-hmm,” Rey managed, savoring the smooth, burning strokes as her stepfather slammed into her mercilessly.
“Fuck, Baz,” Ben groaned into her skin. His teeth dragged against her neck, and he yanked one of her legs up around his hips. His growls were becoming feral, his intrusions in her cunt finding a harsh rhythm. “You ffeel so fucking good…”
Her stepfather’s stubble scraped her neck as he bent to nuzzle into her, and the hand that wasn’t imprisoning Rey’s wrists splayed over her ass cheek, his nails pricking her tender skin.
All those videos of animals fucking, pinning each other down, violating their female counterparts with cocks and cum … not until tonight did she realize how close humans lay to that savagery. That even inside sweet, quiet Ben Solo was this rutting beast, capable of defiling, ravishing, raping—
“Feel that?” His glans rubbed her G spot, grinding against her in an unrepentant tempo. “Fffuck your rules, Baz.” He laughed breathlessly, stopping only long enough to shove deep, his cockhead straining against her womb. “I’m gonna nut inside you whether you like it or not.”
Just the idea of her stepfather blowing his load inside her was enough to make pleasure coil tighter in Rey’s belly. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, too!
His huge hand tightened around her wrists as the other wrapped around Rey’s neck in a scorching collar. He tilted her head back, his lips so close to her own that they were almost kissing again, his snarling breaths gusting over her lips as he quickened.
He was jackhammering into her now, power fucking her in a punishing rhythm that was going to push her over the brink. Rey whined, desperate to touch him, but he held her down even harder, wrestling with her, trapping her beneath him as he drove deep in her belly.
“Take it, you fucking sllut.” Hearing the coarse words fall from Ben’s pillowy lips made Rey clench tight, and he swore again, ducking his head to bite the curve of her neck.
His cock pistoned into her cunt, unrelenting, reaching a brutal pace that drew wordless, guttural cries from her throat. “Tha’s right, who’s my li’l cum dumpster— fuck—”
Her stepfather’s body trembled violently, his swollen dick throbbing in Rey’s core as his movements became jerky.
“Oh fuck,” he grunted, slamming deep, and the first spurt of heat in her pussy made Rey fall apart with a strangled scream of ecstasy. He kept moving, kept coming inside her, using her body to wring every last drop of molten semen out of himself and into her.
Has he had a vasectomy? The thought floated idly through her mind as Ben finally came to a stop, gasping and shuddering with euphoria.
“Oh fuck…” Ben brushed a sloppy kiss against her cheek, his stubble rasping at her flushed skin. “Tha’ was awesome, babe.”
Rey’s body locked up as he jerked his softening cock out of her aching pussy. He scrubbed at his cock with the sheet and fell back against the pillows on his side of the bed.
Within minutes, he was snoring.
Heat leaked out of Rey’s pussy, trickling down the insides of her thighs. She could only make it to the master bedroom’s attached bath, not even the one down the hall, where she’d have plausible deniability for being awake.
Curiously, nothing really felt different—the sky hadn’t fallen from their taboo act. Rey was sore, but not unpleasantly so considering it was her first fuck; Ben’s roughness had taken her by surprise, but she’d loved every bit of it. And clearly, so had he.
Rey stared at her naked reflection in the bathroom mirror. She expected revulsion, shame … but instead she was flush with a curious sort of victory.
The young woman in the mirror bared her teeth in a savage grin. Maybe I am my mother’s daughter after all.
Ben slept on. And by the time Rey had cleaned herself up, she was so exhausted that she couldn’t even make it back to her own room, and crept back into bed with him for a quick nap. Her stepfather slept late on weekends; the sun would rouse Rey long before he awoke.
She was dreaming, and then there was her stepfather’s panicked voice, and then she was wide awake.
Fuck, I overslept!
“What the fuck?” Ben bellowed as he leapt out of bed, dragging on his navy-blue bathrobe and fastening the sash in a single fluid movement. He gaped at Rey, trying to make sense of the situation. “Did we—” He broke off, his handsome, crooked features contorted with an anguish that made her stomach lurch. “Did I…oh god…”
Ben sank onto the side of the bed, dumbstruck.
“Oh god, I fucking raped you.” His voice was hoarse with horror, his dark eyes wide and scared.
Rey’s tongue was slower than taffy. “Not…exactly.”
“Not exactly?” Ben’s glower sharpened as he snatched up his glasses and he peered at her. “You are seventeen years old and—”
“—and going to college in a few months, where I’m not going to be a prude just because I skipped a grade in middle school,” Rey snapped. She returned his glare full force. “Found your porn, by the way.”
“You broke into my stuff?” Her stepfather’s face went crimson. “Because I know for a fact that I don’t leave those files lying around.”
“Of course not, Daddy wouldn’t want his stepdaughter to find out about his stepdaughter kink,” Rey snarled.
Ben looked like he’d aspirated an egg. He just sank onto the side of the bed and swallowed hard, staring at her. His gaze dipped to her mouth—just once, quickly, but it sent a flush of heat through Rey’s sex.
“Ben…”
She reached out to take his hand, but he flinched away.
“Rey.” He watched her steadily, those deep, dark eyes of his drawing her into his thrall. “I— We—” He twitches his head. “…We can’t.”
“We already did,” Rey reminded him sharply. “Though I took advantage of you. I wasn’t the one who was drunk.”
“But I’m pretty sure I was the one who initiated things. God, I…” He drags his hands through his dark hair, almost frantic. “This is so fucked up.”
Rey rolled her eyes—something he didn’t miss.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Ben demanded sourly.
“Only because you’re being a wet hen over nothing.”
“Nothing?” her stepfather half-shouted.
Rey gave him her flattest stare. “Are we actually related—by blood, I mean?”
A tendon popped in the hollow of his temple. “That isn’t the point!”
“Of course that’s the point!” she seethed.
Rey had been instinctively holding the sheet over her breasts, but she slid across the bed and dropped it, lurching forward to grab Ben’s hand and slam it against her tit.
“JESUS, Rey!”
Her stepfather tried to jerk away, but her grip was too tight, her weight planted squarely in her hips. “Ben, look at me.”
“Rey, you—”
“Look at me,” she commanded.
After a few reluctant moments he stopped flailing, and his gaze locked with hers.
“I took advantage of you,” Rey told him slowly and deliberately. “I got naked and climbed into bed with you when you were drunk. Intentionally. Because you were drunk.”
He stared at her, baffled. “Why?”
“Because I wanted you to fuck me, I guess.”
“You guess?” Ben bellowed, finally yanking his hand away from her tit.
“No, I know,” Rey blurted out, incensed, “but saying I guess just makes it easier to say out loud.”
He stared at her again, his big dumb brain doing gymnastics.
“This is deeply … deeply fucked up,” Ben said, when he finally spoke again.
“Mm-hmm,” Rey agreed cheerfully.
His stare dropped to her breasts, and then he pointedly looked away. Rey clamped her lips together to keep from laughing. Rude. “Can you, uh … cover up?”
Rey leaned back on her hands, cracking a giddy grin. “Make me.”
That got his attention—and her stepfather’s onyx glare snapped to meet hers. “Can you not take this seriously?”
“No!” she snorts. “I got fucked really well last night, I’m not going to be sorry about it.”
Ben hesitated, scowling in confusion.
“You…” He licked his lips. “You…liked…that?”
Rey shrugged coyly. “Still here, aren’t I?” Her stepfather rumbled quietly, and she poked at him again: “That was a best-case scenario for losing it.”
“Fuuuck,” he groaned. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, raking his hands through his hair. His curls were starting to be shot through with sterling; he was going to be a hot silver fox. “Oh fuck, Rey…”
“I definitely like you using my name instead of hers,” she admitted, not unkindly.
Her stepfather looked back at her, his expression crumpling. “Rey…”
Guilt lanced through her, and she crawled forward into his lap, keeping the sheet wrapped around her body. Ben was too shattered to push her away, and she splayed herself over his thighs, holding him close and gently running her hand over his hair. It was so soft—yet another surprise about Ben Solo.
“Fuck,” Ben whispered into her clavicle. The corner of his glasses was scratching her neck, but she didn’t care. She was too exultant at being this close to him. “What is wrong with me?”
“Whatever it is, same thing’s wrong with me,” Rey whispered into his hair as her heart squeezed insistently.
A soft moan escaped her as her stepfather wrapped his hands around her waist—but he gently moved her away, guiding her down so that her ass was flush with his thighs.
“Rey…” Ben’s voice still held that anguished note, but she would never get tired of his honeyed voice saying her name. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“So take care of me,” she murmured. He drew breath to say something, but she was faster: “Look, isn’t it better to be learning about this sort of thing from someone who cares about me rather than some rando?”
His gaze hardened. “You, miss, are turning into one hell of a manipulator.”
She beamed at him as her stomach fizzed with delight. “Hence the pre-law track.”
“Just… I don’t have a thing for kids, okay?” her stepfather blurted out. “I didn’t start thinking of you like this until the night you changed the tire for me—”
Rey arched an eyebrow, enjoying his discomfort way too much. “Roadside mechanics do it for you?”
At last his lips curved in the ghost of a smile. “Can you just—” He broke off, shaking his head, and resettled her in his lap—still nowhere as close as she’d like to be, but it was something. “Seeing you handle that whole situation, all capable and independent… Something clicked, and I realized you weren’t who I thought you were anymore. That you’re…”
Intentionally or not, his eyes dropped to her chest again, and he sucked in a breath as she let the sheet fall aside, baring her breasts. “You were saying?”
“Not helping,” Ben growled, his eyes dark with lust.
“Wasn’t trying to.”
She touched his neck, but he caught her wrists, holding her away…though not far. “Rey—”
“Ben,” she replied in the same tone, gently mocking him. She batted her eyes. “Please?”
Now it was her stepfather’s turn to roll his eyes. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” Rey murmured.
Ben hissed quietly, and he didn’t try to stop Rey as she gently pulled free of him. Nor did he try to stop her when she slid down to the floor in front of him and nudged his knees open.
His cock was already half-hard, and when she looked up at him, he was gazing down at her with such intense longing that desire zinged down her spine.
Ben stiffened as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. He was so thick that her thumb and fingers were nowhere near touching, and he was hardening fast, throbbing in the ring of her curved fingers. Her stepfather was a tall, broad-shouldered man, so the fact that his rousing length was proportionately huge shouldn’t have surprised her—but it was impossible not to appreciate now that his sex was right in front of her face.
Rey licked the underside of him, base to tip, and he gave a deep groan of satisfaction. The weight of his hand slid down the side of her head in a caress, and his fingers gently knotted in her hair.
“Goddamn, honey,” Ben breathed, murmuring again as she took his cockhead into her mouth. She leaned forward slowly, feeding more of his length past her lips until his hand tightened in her hair. “Easy, take it slow.”
She savored him, exploring his whole length with her fingers and tongue, alternating between the wet expanse of her throat and licking the length of his shaft. Clear, sour precum trickled from the slit on his cockhead, and she lapped at it eagerly until her scalp barked with pain as Ben dragged her away.
Rey’s stomach flipped. I thought he was liking it! “What’d I do?”
“Nothing, sweetheart,” Ben told her, his voice bright with the same hunger that burned in his eyes. “I’m just not going to come in your mouth.”
He struck like a panther, scooping her up and tossing her onto the bed—but he took his time unhooking his glasses and tossing them aside on his nightstand, like he was preening. His cock poked through the gap in his bathrobe, stiff with need and still wet from her tongue, but he let the garment fall as he wriggled back into the bed next to Rey’s knees.
“Pleasepleaseplease fuck me, Ben,” she chanted.
His grin was pure evil—and Rey squeaked as he wrapped his hands around her calves, dragging her down in the bed so sharply that her shoulders slapped against the sheets.
“So I’m guessing that Poe never ate you out,” her stepfather purred from where he knelt. She shivered with delight, her skin pebbling as he ran his palms up the outside of her thighs. “That’s bad manners.”
Rey’s tongue had turned traitor again.
“Mature enough to sneak into my bed, but not mature enough to talk about sitting on your ex-boyfriend’s face?” Ben chided her with another cruel smirk. He settled lower in the bed, wedging his shoulders between her knees. “Now am I the first man who’s gonna taste your pussy, or has someone beaten me to that pleasure?”
Rey couldn’t even bear to look down as her stepfather’s eager breaths warmed her thighs. “No, no one’s ever…uh, gone down on me,” she mumbled awkwardly, staring up at the ceiling.
“You were so brazen a minute ago but now…” he drawled, and Rey could feel each taunting word against her slick folds. He was so close, but still not touching her—and her spine arched off the bed as his strong arms coiled around her thighs, holding her open. “Just lying here, waiting for Daddy to give you a kiss…”
Rey’s hips twitched instinctively as he pressed his mouth to the seam of her pussy, and a strangled groan ripped out of her as his tongue moved against her, scrawling a wet line along the length of her slit. His fingers went bruise-tight on her skin, and he wrenched her open, dragging the flat of her tongue over her clit as another choked cry forced its way past her lips.
oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
Ben rumbled with satisfaction, and the sound rippled through her sex, making every muscle in her body clench to iron. Her stepfather lapped at her hungrily, lazily, a predator feasting on her as she trembled with unsought pleasure. He was forcing her to feel this, forcing his tongue along her, dipping into her pussyhole like a pot of sweet nectar.
He sucked the nexus of nerves between her legs, laughing into her again as he writhed with pleasure. Like it or not, she was riding his face, ecstasy drawing together low in her belly, and he nudged her closer, higher, nearing a plunge from an infinite cliff.
“I need your cock,” she whined, trying to pry his fingers from her thighs.
Fast as a whipcrack he grabbed her wrists, trapping them down against the bed outside her hips. Much as she wriggled, there was no escaping him now—and she sobbed with frustration as Ben’s stubble abraded her inner thighs, pain and pleasure twisting together in an aching knot.
“Mm-mm-mm,” he burred into her crease, scolding her wordlessly—and the combination of the buzzing against her clit and his fierce grip on her wrists, yanking her whole body down against his ravenous mouth, made Rey spiral into undoing.
Her stepfather’s broad tongue found its way along her crease, again, again, again, until she was boneless with bliss. She heard as well as felt the wet click as he pressed a final kiss to her cunt, but she could only stare up at the ceiling, lost to the aftermath of the shattering orgasm.
Fabric rustled, and the mattress sagged around Rey as Ben crawled up the bed and collapsed beside her. He slipped one muscular arm beneath her, gathering her against him.
Rey’s heart pounded harder as her stepfather cupped her jaw, his thumb skating over her cheek as he lifted her face. He was studying her, his eyes still hectic with desire but outweighed by his usual frowning concern. “And?”
“And…” She giggled breathlessly. “That was…good.”
Ben narrowed his eyes. “Just good?”
“I mean yes, amazing, wow,” Rey blurted out, shivering against him as he caressed her from the nape of her neck to her ass. “That was fucking mind-blowing.” She nodded down at where his hard cock was pressed into her belly, precum drooling against her skin. “But what about you?”
His expression changed to one of nonchalance—and she knew he was going to tell her that she didn’t have to, that he’d just get himself off.
No.
Rey’s sore muscles protested her sudden movement as she surged upward, straddling Ben where he reclined against the pillows. He blinked at her, slightly less owlish without his glasses but no less handsome.
She grinned. “So.”
“So,” her stepfather echoed, his plush lips twitching in a barely restrained smile. His huge hands wrapped around her hips, steadying her. “You really want this, huh?”
Rey nodded eagerly—and even though her pussy was still shuddering from her orgasm, it clenched tighter, achingly empty.
She engaged her thighs, trying to rise up in his lap, but he held her firmly in place. “Hang on, sweetheart. I want to look at you first.”
He cupped one of her breasts, and even though her tit looked ridiculously small in his mittlike hand, he explored the swell with his fingers. His lips parted, and he stared at her body with such intensity that goosebumps raced over her skin.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
The hand he’d left at her waist slid around her, hitching her closer, and he brought his mouth to her nipple. Rey flung her arms around him, caressing his hair feverishly. Euphoric sparks jolted low in her belly as he nipped her. The base of his cock was flush with her vulva, and she trembled from the way he throbbed against her wet center.
“God, you’re just ready to jump right on my cock without a condom or anything,” Ben murmured into her collarbone, and she moaned with lust as he moved himself against her, languidly, a bow sliding over a violin. He held her still when his cockhead found his glans, his teeth grazing the curve of her neck, then pushed upward with a soft grunt. “Maybe I should let you.”
“Yes, please,” Rey begged. She tried to rear up again but once more he thwarted her, thrusting up along her dripping folds, refusing to let her have even the tip of him. “Ben…”
She ran her hand over his stubbled jaw, nuzzling into him and pressing her mouth to his. She could taste herself on his lips, bright and sticky, and a growl shook Ben’s chest as he buried his hand in her hair.
They ground against each other for what seemed like an eternity, the sweet torture both too little and too much. Their breaths mingled, their bodies sparking each other like live wires.
Finally his touch became rough with need, and his lips brushed against hers. “We need a rubber.”
She scowled in confusion, trying to tame her racing breaths. “Do we?”
“I’m not coming inside you, sweetheart.”
“You did last night,” Rey said before she could stop herself—and her stomach dropped into a nauseous pit as Ben froze.
His cheeks were blotched with a rising blush, and his eyes slid out of focus as he searched his memories. “Oh fuck I did,” her stepfather muttered after a few long moments. “Oh shit, Rey—”
“I’m on birth control,” she said quickly. “Have been for a year.”
“Right,” Ben mumbled, reddening even more. “But still…”
He had to know as much, she wasn’t exactly discreet with her meds—and she bit back a giggle. “Didn’t think you might be the one at risk of knocking me up, huh, Daddy?”
“Don’t do that,” he groaned, his voice strangled and strange. “Don’t call me Daddy.”
Heat flared in her cheeks. But what about all those vids? “I’m sorry, I thought you liked that—”
“I do.” He slid against her harder, his fingers squeezing the sensitive mound of her tit. “Too much.”
“Meaning?”
His stubble rasped against her neck as he nuzzled into her. “Meaning it makes me want to hold you down and do horrible things to you.”
“Like take my virginity?” Rey cheekily suggested.
It took him a moment to work it out, and his dark brow knit again. He spoke slowly, his voice hollow. “So your first fuck ever was your legal guardian drunkenly raping you without protection. Awesome.”
She catches his face in both hands, forcing him to look at her. “Ben, I didn’t actually sneak into bed with you because I like it in the dark under the covers.” He stiffened, hardly responding as she kissed him. “I want it hard, Daddy. I like being wrecked.”
“You’re too young to know what you like,” he snaps.
“I know what made me come, and it was your cock, okay?” Rey demands fiercely. “I wouldn’t want to use a condom even if we had them, because it wouldn’t be the same. You might as well be fingering me at that point.”
That prompted a shallow laugh. “What’ve you got against fingering?”
“Nothing. I just like coming on your cock.” Rey leaned into him again, and when she crushed her lips to his he responded, if hesitantly. “Your raw cock, Daddy,” she murmured. “I like taking your cum.”
“Rey,” he began.
“I solemnly swear that you won’t knock me up,” she interrupted, “and I will never tell anyone that I seduced you.”
“You seduced me, huh?” he scoffed, eyeing her dubiously. He was still rock-hard, and Rey was more drenched between her legs than ever, so it was easy enough to drag her vulva along the underside of his phallus, his immense length trapped between their bodies. “Hmm.”
Rey grinned. He’s close to breaking. “What’s hmm?”
“So you fucked me for your first time, but I was absolutely obliterated,” Ben drawled. His thumb spiraled around her areola, drawing hypnotic patterns on her skin. “And you’re right…that is a crime.”
“You going to report me?” Rey teased as his hands gripped her hips again.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “I’d rather blackmail you.”
“Blackmail me into what?”
His fingers tightened, and he guided her against him as she rubbed her pussy along his cock. “Maybe I’ll blackmail you into sleeping in this bed beside me from now on.”
Rey gasped with very real surprise. Ben didn’t seem bothered in the slightest; he didn’t even need her help to move as he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her, forcing her against him.
“Maybe I’ll blackmail you into fucking me every night.” He caught her lower lip between his teeth, nipping sharply before he released her. “Maybe I’ll blackmail you into being my wife now, in every way that matters.”
A thrill went through her gut. His dark eyes were serious. “And when I go to college and fuck other people?”
“Good,” her stepfather breathed—and the arrogant tilt to his head made her drag her fingernails over his skin. But he didn’t flinch. “Do it. Fuck everyone you want. You’ll always come back to Daddy.”
She didn’t hate it. Not even a little.
“So much big talk,” she tsked with mock seriousness, shoving her hips forward on the word big.
Ben hardly seemed troubled by her weight as he hitched her up the front of his body. “Fine.”
Rey gave a guh of surprise as her stepfather’s broad, wet cockhead found her entrance, and then he was burning into her, inch after inch breaking her open. Every twitch gave him deeper access—and he watched her, hands framing her hips, dragging her down onto him.
There was still space between them as his tip found her cervix, and she shivered as he throbbed inside her, the tight ring of muscles straining open around his shaft.
“Oh no,” Ben murmured with patronizing glee. “Do I have to help you, honey?”
Rey was so overcome with the fullness of him that she could only nod, mewling as he moved one hand to her mound, thumbing her clit. He stroked her in slow circles, fucking up into her.
“You’re still fighting me,” her stepfather rasped. He rose up sharply underneath her, and she clung to his neck as he slid to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor as he swept her legs around his waist.
Rey hadn’t realized how much she’d still been in control until she wasn’t kneeling over him but sitting squarely in his lap—and she cried out as her body clamped around his.
“Oh,” Ben purred. “Baby, you’ve got the wettest little cunt.” He ebbed and thrust into her again, hard and slow, breaking her open until she whimpered. “So ready for me.”
“Just you,” Rey whispers.
It was awful, the way he could study her face as he was straining into her. “You never got this wet for Poe?”
Rey shook her head. “Mm-mm.”
“You sick little pervert.” A grin ghosted over her stepfather’s lips, and he gave her another long, languid stroke, with enough of a push at the end that Rey felt the delicious pinch that was equal parts joy and agony. “The number of times I’ve gotten off in the last week to the idea of accidently catching you naked…not even touching you, just seeing you…”
Rey yanked his face down to hers, kissing him so ravenously that their teeth clashed. All her weight was focused on the place their bodies met; Ben surged into her, finding a harsh rhythm that left her gasping.
She kissed his stubbled cheek, his jaw, sucking his earlobe until he groaned and slammed into her harder.
“Rape me, Daddy,” she gasped into his ear.
“Fuck,” Ben snarled. Gravity went weird, and then his sheets were against her back again, his huge, hot body pressing her down into his bed. “Try to fight me, baby.”
Rey tried. Disingenuously at first, and then with real effort—and though she was strong, she wasn’t strong enough shove him away.
“I never really liked this before,” Ben growled into her ear. “But now…” He slipped his arms underneath hers, cradling her head and forcing her to look at him. “Pretty little stepdaughter, I’ll screw you into the mattress every fucking night…if you want a baby someday I’ll give you one, in the meantime we can just practice…”
Rey inhaled sharply. “You want to breed me?”
“Maybe when you’re old enough.” He bit her jaw. “Right now I’m just going to make you come.”
“Again,” Rey corrected breathlessly.
Ben snapped his hips, burying himself deep in her belly, and she sobbed with rapture. His smile was feral. “At least once more.”
Then all the talking was forgotten. Her stepfather’s lips crashed against hers, claiming her mouth, and he thrust his tongue into her even as his cock devastated her cunt. He pumped into her in a brutal assault, his panting breaths sliding over her skin—and all too soon the skein of gilded light was knotting together in her belly.
“Oh, fuck, Ben,” Rey choked out, raking his chest with her fingernails as he ravaged her. “I’m close—”
“You ready for me, kitten?” her stepfather panted, and even though she couldn’t see his mouth, she could hear the smile in his voice.
His voice was deep, rich, reasonably composed for being dick-deep in his legal daughter—but his body shook like a hurricane, juddering on top of her like a washing machine on spin cycle. He trembled more violently with each passing moment, and she clung to him, tilting her hips so that his cockhead hammered against her cervix.
He’s relentless…I want him, I need him to come inside me again…
“Daddy, please,” Rey begged.
“Oh, baby,” her stepfather gasped. “Oh fuck—”
Ben roared as he came, his seed flooding her womb. Rey screamed her release, too, ecstasy exploding through her body, euphoric spasms that made her vision go white.
They were mortar and pestle, flint and steel.
Her stepfather strained into Rey in a few final thrusts, each one demanding more pleasure from her until she was obliterated. Then they slowed, stilled, woven together in a tangle of limbs as they collapsed against the pillows.
“Rey,” Ben managed, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed at her. He gently swept a stray lock of hair from her cheek and kissed her, lingering tenderly. “My Rey.”
The words made her clamp tighter around him, urging another spurt of heat from his cock—and he huffed a breathless curse, grinning. Her stepfather nudged deeper, and they trembled together, Rey biting her lower lip as more pleasure unspooled through her sex.
Ben coaxed her lip from her teeth with his thumb and his hand slid to the nape of her neck, holding her still as he kissed her.
Something plummeted in Rey’s stomach, until all she felt was a yawning chasm of uncertainty. “What happens now?” she murmured as their kiss broke, hating the tremor in her voice.
Ben’s brow knit. “Well…what do you want?”
“What do you want?” she volleyed instinctively.
If Rey was expecting her stepfather to call out her evasion, she was surprised; he simply thought for a few moments, stroking her cheek, her jaw, her neck.
“Pancakes,” he finally said.
Rey scowled at him, utterly baffled. “You want pancakes?”
“I want to make you pancakes,” Ben corrected, his mouth curving in a crooked smile. He cupped her face affectionately. “And then I want to fuck you again. And again. And again.” His smile broadened at Rey’s giggle. “But that’s just me.”
He dipped his head to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head at the last moment, meeting his lips with her own.
“Pancakes sound good,” she agreed between kisses.
It was as good a place as any to start.