Chapter 15

Second Day — Anna

I can feel him tense. I want to dig my fingernails into his flesh like cat claws. MINE!!!

My heart's about to jump out of my chest. He wraps his arms around me and he begins respond to my movements grinding his hips against me. Yeah, I can totally feel his cock now. He wants me, too. HE WANTS M-E!

"Oh god!"

Our gazes lock and he must see the unashamed lust because he leans and kisses me. Our lips mash together. It feels better than anything else in my life. I moan and open my mouth, inviting him in. I'm tracing the contour of his lips with the tip of my tongue, ready to shove it all in his mouth if he doesn't do it first. I have my arms wrapped around his neck, and I'm pushing my breasts into his chest, I'm trying to rub all my skin against him. His clothes are getting soaking wet. He has to get out of them very, very soon.

- James

I feel her mouth opening up to me, her soft lips against mine. I push my tongue inside her willing mouth probing deep hearing her moan into my mouth matching my own. I rub my hands down her back feeling the smooth skin under my fingers. My hand reaches her ass and cups it pulling her harder against me. My cock is raging hard aching for release. I open my eyes and watch us in one of the mirrors. Her face upturned to meet me her sweet ass under my hands. Oh how I want her! I bring my right hand up and cup her left tit in my hand feeling the warm flesh under my fingers, toying with her hard little nipple.

I pick her up and carry her to her bedroom my mouth locked in a hard kiss with her every step of the way. I'm wild with lust but thinking well enough to avoid getting my bed wet and arousing my wife's suspicions. I reach the bedroom and throw Anna down on the bed. I am breathing hard still looking down at her. My cock is pushing out against my pants tenting it aching for release. I kick off my shoes. Keeping my eyes glued to her body and face I reach down. My hands go to my belt buckle and I jerk it hard unbuckling it. "Do you want this baby?"

- Anna

I can't believe this is happening. I thought he'd think me a slut, a perverted, lost girl, an unnatural creature. He kisses me with such passion I finally realize he feels the same. Maybe he also feels the guilt and the wrongness of it all, but he needs this like I do. Like the air we breathe. Like the light of day.

Boys are so stupid! My dad is so assertive when he just grabs my ass and pulls me to him. I remember the slap he gave me earlier and my hips buck involuntarily at the memory. The idea of being on his knees, having my bottom spanked turns me on even more. I'll have to find something naughty to do to get punished like that. The thought is lost in a haze of lust. I feel his hard cock in my belly and I want it all the way in me.

He starts playing with my breast, teasing my aching nipple, making me tremble with need. I'm about to crumple to the floor, a quivering mass of flesh, when he picks me up. The way he carries me to my bedroom feels like the uncensored version of the way he carried me yesterday. He was careful not to wake me last night. Now he's kissing me harshly, not letting me breathe, never breaking the kiss until he throws me down on my bed. God, how can he do this? How can he make my desires come true even before I'm able to know that's what I want?!

He's looking down at my body. The raw hunger in his face mirrors my own.

"Do you want this baby?" he asks.

"Yes, daddy, yes! God, I want you so much!" I hurry to exclaim, out of breath from the long kiss and from the lust.

I reach to touch the tent on the front his pants. I only saw one cock in my whole life, but something tells me my dad's impressive. A lot bigger than Mark's, I'm sure. I trace the shape of it through the fabric. So long, so thick, so hard.