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  “Lacey,” came my low growl, persuasive yet rough. “Come on.”

  But she shook her head furiously, refusing to look me in the eye.

  “No,” the girl ground out under her breath. “This isn’t right. We have to have a plan. We have to do something, Jake,” she turned to me once more, eyes wide and pleading. “Don’t do this.”

  No matter that her words didn’t make sense. I got what she was saying. This thing, whatever it was between us, was off-limits and taboo. More than taboo, it was triple-X forbidden.

  But I couldn’t be controlled. I haven’t met a girl like this in ages, if ever, come to think about it. So my fingers gripped tightly into her arm, pressing so that it hurt.

  “Ouch!” she squealed, looking down, still trying to pull away. “Stop!”

  We were starting to make a scene, even in the crowded club. So I gripped harder and pulled the girl close.

  "Lacey," I ground out in a warning. “We have to talk. But goodbye isn’t now.”

  She shook her head desperately.

  “No Jake, this isn’t right. Now let go ---“

  Her words were cut off because I kissed her then. Yep, right there, in public, with members of the wedding party swirling around, I put my lips on that sweet pout and took what was mine.

  Dangerous? Hell yeah.

  Taboo? You bet.

  But a hundred percent right? On the money, every time.

  And the girl knew it too. She struggled at first, pushing at my massive chest, but it was no use. I’m double her weight and more than a foot taller than the brunette. My arms were like steel bands around that curvy form, pulling her to my hardness.

  "Ummm--!" she protested at first, struggling against my mass. But the squirming stopped after a few seconds, and soon the sweet brunette was melting into my arms. “Mmmm,” was her next moan, that warm, hot breath mixing with mine.

  But still, sanity prevailed. Because abruptly, the girl pushed against my chest again.

  "Stop, stop!" came her desperate pant, eyes wide and begging. "We're in public. Anybody can see."

  Frantically, Lacey pulled away, body twisting as she looked around. But no one noticed. It was dark, and Amanda and her buddies were still going at it, grinding and bumping on a male stripper. Poor guy. He was in hell, a bunch of forty year-old chicks rubbing themselves all over him. Dudes like that deserve hazard pay, I tell you.

  So I ran with it. Grabbing Lacey’s hand, I pulled her close once more.

  “No baby girl,” came my harsh whisper in her ear. “It ends when I say it ends, and not a moment sooner.”

  And with that, she gave in. Those eyes closed, lashes fluttering shut as our lips met once more. It was crazy, completely insane. The two of us in a liplock, sparks flying so high and bright that anyone could see. We were asking for it, for sure.

  And yet strangely, the contact was more meaningful than anything that’s ever happened in my life. This brunette pulled my emotions like no one ever before, making my stomach churn and gut roil unsteadily, everything else around us fading to black.

  And the monster awakened, ravenous as fuck.

  So I grabbed her chin in my hand, looking deep into those caramel depths.

  "You and me, Lacey,” was my rough growl. “You and me.”

  And the way she responded this time made my knees buckle, heart on a rollercoaster. Because the female gazed into my eyes, trusting and willing, putting her soul into her words.

  “Yes, Jake,” came that breathy whisper against my mouth. “Yes, it’s just us.”

  And aw shit, but it was over then. Because I was putty in her hands. Me, Jake Mason, the dude who’s dirty enough to marry a woman for her connections, who’s willing to roll in the gutter to get what he wants, lost it all. Somehow, this teen girl penetrated my defenses, and I was desperate to make her mine once again, to put my stamp on that sweet form.

  So springing into action, I dragged her to the men’s bathroom. Gentlemanly? Fuck no. Nice? Hell no. But like I caveman, I had to have her, putting my imprint on that sweet body.

  And Lacey needed it too. Once we were inside, she headed straight for the handicap restroom, trembling as I slammed the metal door shut behind us.

  And then it was just the two of us once more. The sweet female and me in a small space, the air between us electric. There were no sounds, just our heavy breathing as we stared at one another.

  Shit.

  I’m so screwed.

  I’m a forty-five year old guy, and yet all I can think about is this sweet female.

  But there was no time to think because it was ON. The beauty needed me as much as I needed her, and those little fingers scrabbled at my shirt, pulling the material open. Her lips sucked on a male nipple and I groaned, throwing my head back and seeing stars.

  Shit, if this made me weak, what else was in store?

  But Lacey was on a mission. Because after licking my chest, she popped off a male nipple and immediately turned around, hiking her skirt up, big butt bare while bending over.

  Aw shit, she knows exactly what I want.

  That white shelf beckoned, vibrating with lust, the dark brown crack between her cheeks mysterious, pure and dirty at once.

  Because yeah, I need that ass.

  I’m an old guy who doesn’t want kids.

  If I had children now, they’d break my body and mind. So with a fertile teen like Lacey, it’s best to take precautions. No pussy sex, only anal.

  And she wiggled in front of me, casting me a glance over one sweet shoulder.

  “Now big boy. Now,” were her whispered words.

  But it wasn’t enough. Sure, I was happy to plow her from behind, grabbing those fleshy hips and driving in. But I wanted something deeper this time. I wanted her to ride my dick while looking into her eyes, our contact electric. I wanted her to scream my name into my mouth, kissing everything she had to give even as I drilled her down below.

  So slowly, I touched her asshole lightly, the pleats contracting at my finger.

  “Shh, baby girl,” came my soothing words. “Shhh.”

  But the female mewled again, still bent over.

  “Now big guy,” she begged, two hands creeping around to grab a butt cheek in each fist. “Now.”

  And oh god, but the girl’s dirty. Because she pulled her butt apart, showing me everything. Those sweet, swollen pussy lips, dripping with lust. And oh god, but that brownie appeared, winking and hungry, beckoning to my cock.

  I almost lost it for sure. It took herculean restraint not to dive right in and pound that rusty star. But again, I wanted to look into her eyes as it happened, to catch her screams in my mouth. So I bent, pressing my mouth to her anus, flicking my tongue over that darkness before sitting down on the toilet seat. Gross, yeah, but this way was gonna be even better.

  “Naw, pretty girl,” I grunted, patting my lap. “Get on Daddy this way. You’ll like it, I promise.”

  She whirled around, eyes wide.

  “Are you sure?” she stammered. “I mean … you’re so …”

  I knew what she was talking about. Because my fuckstick is giant, and even now, incredibly intimidating. It stuck up towards the ceiling, ten inches total, shiny with pre-cum.

  And I fisted it, making sure the semen spread all around, glossy and dripping.

  “It’s gonna be fine,” I growled persuasively, our eye contact electric. “Daddy wants you to work yourself down my cockpole. It’ll be tight at first,” I acknowledged, “but you’ll love it, my little cumslut.”

  And with a mewl, Lacey gave in. Slowly, she climbed into my lap, spreading her knees so that they hooked over mine. Aw shit. I could smell her wet cunt, that tangy scent rising like perfume between us. Plus, the view was fantastic. Those plush lips spread as she readied herself, biting her lip, still unsure.

  “Climb on, princess,” I rumbled approvingly. “Don’t be scared. Daddy wants you bad.”

  She licked her mouth and bit down on her bottom lip, a look of confusio
n and lust on her face as she looked down at my growing dick. We’d never fucked face to face before. But the smell of her drenched cunt rose again, heavy and musky in the air.

  “That’s right,” I ground out again, never taking my eyes from her face. She was a filly that needed to be coaxed, a sweet thing doing the unimaginable. “Work that little butt down on my cock. Come on, baby, once you get started it won’t be so bad.”

  And she gave in then. Slowly, those hips lifted so that her boobs were were eye level. I bit her nip slightly, eliciting a soft squeal.

  “That’s right,” I ground out again. “Work yourself down. Come on pretty baby, you can do it.”

  And soon, that ass was poised right above my dicktip.

  “Like this?” came her whisper. “Like this?”

  Oh god, I was gonna spurt without her even touching me. I could sense the heat of her asshole, blasting like a furnace on my fuckpole.

  “Just like that,” I ground out reassuringly. “Just like that.”

  And with a sigh, Lacey dropped her hips a bit, catching the tip of my head in her anus. Oh yeah, there ain’t no other way to say it. I was into that back end, glans half an inch up her anal tract.

  “That’s it,” came my agonized growl. “Push yourself down more, baby, unnnnh….”

  Because Lacey was on a roll now. Throwing her head back, she wiggled her hips down further, ass spreading to swallow more dick.

  “Unnnh, Daddy,” came her sweet cry. “Unnnh, you’re so big.”

  But the little girl was doing a-okay, she just needed more coaxing. So I took a nipple in my mouth, sucking deep before popping off once more.

  “That’s it,” I rasped. “Lower, lower, let that big butt stretch.”

  And with an agonized cry, Lacey did it. That’s right, on a deep breath, she pushed down hard, those rectal walls sliding open to accept my full length, and in two seconds, I was balls deep in my stepdaughter. Again.

  “Unnnh,” the grunt escaped me in a whoof. “Unnnh.”

  “Oh Jake!” was her wail. “Oh god, I love it so much …”

  But the rest of her cry was cut off by my kiss. Because this was the most electric contact I’d ever had in my life. An eighteen year-old nymphet, begging for my dick in her butt? Working herself down that stiff pole until I was fully embedded? Oh shit, my cock leapt even as my heart beat like a fucking drum.

  “That’s it,” I rasped, breaking off for a moment. “Be nasty, go for it.”

  Because Lacey was moving now. Oh yeah, the little butt slut’s talented, and she was starting to slide up and down my monster, anal ring gripping my fuckpole tight. Shit, it was so dry and hot, so unbelievably good in her rectum that my balls raised, ready to shoot already.

  But the girl wasn’t having it.

  “Unnh, unnh,” she panted, going faster and faster. “Unnh, ohhh ….”

  And shit, but I was the one who let go. I was the fucking party pooper. Because I couldn’t resist. After fucking thousands of women, literally thirty years of boning females, one little girl had me wrapped around her little finger. And within seconds, I spurted. Yeah, that’s right. Me, Jake Mason, alpha extraordinaire, blasted like a teen boy, unable to contain the excitement.

  “Aww fuck!” was my roar. “Fuck!”

  The walls of the stall practically came crashing down, my climax so electric. I would have torn that place apart with my bare hands, every ounce of my being focused on the girl. Because my semen lashed her butt, blast after blast of hot, goopy white lining her rectum.

  And Lacey gave it up then as well.

  “Jake!” came her scream, anal ring clamping on me, spasming hard. “Jake, Jake, Ja---“

  But her words were cut off because I did what I came to do. I swallowed those sweet cries, inhaling my name even as her ass clenched once more around me, sweet frame shaking and trembling.

  “Jake!” one more cry escaped before being smothered with my lips. “Unnnh …”

  And yeah, that’s how it ended. Because my girl and I are on the same wavelength. No matter how wrong it is, we dance to the same tune, our bodies locked, minds one. Right there, in the dirty bathroom stall of a nasty-ass strip club, we cemented a mind-blowing connection, finding each other in this cesspool of a situation.

  It was wrong, sure. It was fucked up, like some reality show gone crazy, where they send all the contestants home.

  But it was right too. Because as my semen dripped from her ass, we stared at each other again, breathing hard. My dick was still in her butt, the last tremors shaking our forms.

  But our eyes met once again, and oh god, but it was like sunlight in that filthy bathroom, the world settling as a ray burst through the gloom. Because this girl is mine … and for better or worse, I’m hers as well.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Lacey

  I’m having an affair with my stepfather.

  There, I said it.

  Well, not my stepfather yet. Future stepfather.

  But that doesn’t make it any better.

  Because we’ve gone at it again and again, at a bar, my mom’s engagement lunch, the bridal shower, his office, and now, the bachelor party.

  Why? Why, why, why is this happening?

  But a better question might be, why do I like it so much?

  I love it, when I’m being honest.

  Because I love being with Jake. There’s something about the big man that calls to my soul. A look in those blue eyes. The way he’s alternately charming, and then dangerous as all get-out. He scares me even while sending delicious chills down my spine.

  Maybe it’s just the situation.

  Maybe I love playing with fire. Maybe I love thumbing my nose at my mom.

  I don’t know, but what I do know is this. This situation is beyond my control and I don’t care anymore.

  I can’t get enough of him. I need him now, with a certainty like the Ten Commandments, etched in stone.

  I’m a part of the alpha male now, and he’s a part of me.

  So what’s going to happen?

  Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stared at the full length mirror. Did I look different? Was this girl wearing a college sweatshirt and pajama pants the same person who’d climbed onto Jake’s dick and begged him for it?

  I blinked and the girl in the mirror blinked too.

  Yep, that’s me.

  But no way were she and I the same. Before, I was obedient. I went to the library. I hung out with my friends at boring places. I never went out. Well, hardly ever, and it was more to the ice cream parlor, and not strip clubs and bars.

  But none of that mattered now since I was the one with the secrets.

  I was the one doing incredibly nasty and wrong things, all behind closed doors.

  Or not so closed, come to think of it. More like out in the open, if we’re completely honest.

  A sob choked in my throat.

  The Lacey from before would never be like this.

  She would never be leading a double life, filled with lies.

  And at that, a cry of helplessness escaped my throat, loud and anguished. Sometimes I missed that girl so much and all the simple times from before. Life used to be so easy and uncomplicated.

  My head bowed with defeat, tears running down my cheeks

  Because now, all I can think of is Jake.

  Kissing him. Taking his monster cock into my behind, all the while begging for more.

  Grinding myself onto him, clutching those massive shoulders.

  Breathing his name as I come, pouring my soul into our kisses until the world explodes.

  No.

  It’s wrong.

  So taboo and forbidden.

  I jumped to my feet, and the tears nearly blinded me. I had to find that old Lacey again. I had to become her and save myself from this hell.

  But the problem is, hell is so good.

  The burn so sweet.

  And even now, both my holes clenched at the thought of having him again.

  Stop
it! I told myself roughly. This was not the time to think about him like that.

  Whirling madly, I grabbed my backpack and shoved my feet into my battered sneakers. The library had always been the place that the old Lacey found her peace of mind. I could become that girl again. I could, dammit!

  Still choking back sobs, I ran from the dorm and headed across campus to the library. My footsteps were lonely and hollow on the darkened sidewalk, the giant stone building coming into view, looming and ominous.

  On a Saturday night, I was just about the only person walking that way. Cars full of other students heading out into town blazed past me with the music blaring loud and fast, laughter ringing loudly from open windows.

  Head down, I shoved my backpack over my shoulder and kept going.

  Have fun, were my unbidden thoughts towards cars full of naive girls. I hope you don't meet a man who'll turn your world upside down and make you think you're crazy.

  But I had to be honest.

  You want him, my heart whispered. He’s the best thing that ever happened to you.

  My mind rebelled then.

  No! it screamed. He’s not! He’s your stepfather! You’re not in love.

  And right then, my feet skidded to a halt. In the twilight, with cars zooming past, alone and confused, the realization came crashing down.

  I was in love with Jake Mason. Totally, completely, head over heels in love with the alpha.

  And the realization lifted my spirits. Because how bad can love be? Love is a blessing, the most wonderful thing in the world.

  The clarity was a relief, my heart lifting.

  I love him.

  It’s wrong, but I love him anyways.

  And I can’t stop.

  More and more cars kept going past me, but I couldn’t feel jealous anymore. The thing I wanted wasn't in any car in town. It wasn’t anywhere, not really.

  It was in my dreams.

  A happy life with Jake, out in the open.

  A relationship with my stepfather for all to see.

  Yeah, right. My head dropped once more, an agonized cry bursting from my chest. Because it would never happen. The big man enjoyed being with me physically for sure, but not once had he offered to break up with my mom. Not once, in fact, had he offered any kind of way out, any kind of solution. In fact, the opposite.