Daddys Dirty Little Angel Fucking the Family Gia Blue

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Fucking the Family: Daddys 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, Ive got a total thing for my stepdad. And its 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 with Mom all the time. 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 Im 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. Fuck, Daddy. Give it to me. He retreats, pulling out the tiniest bit before shoving forward hard, jarring my breasts. I lean my head against his shoulder, taking it all. Such a dirty little slut, getting fucked in the ass by her daddy. Jeremy doesnt 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. Ive never done double penetration, but Im sure Id love it.

I slip a hand between my thighs, fingers finding my clit with ease, and I circle the little nub. Round and round, dragging my pleasure higher. 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. Im so tight back there, gripping him, and I revel in the dirty, the forbidden, feelings clawing through my body. Fuck me, harder Daddy. Your dirty slut wants more. 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 nasty words urging me on. My whore. Daddy fucker. My cum-slut. His voice is a deep growl, washing over me. My pussy clenches hard, shudders of pleasure shimmying through me, telling me my orgasm is close. Those tremors in my cunt bring my nerves to life. I want it, crave it like my next breath. Im bouncing on his prick, his shaft feels as if its growing inside me, more hints of pain making me hotter, needier. 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. Ah! My pussy clenches tight, walls closing in on each other, pleasure 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, its as if my very blood is heated and burning me from inside out. He pumps into me, once, twice and again before he freezes, cock hard and deep, pulsing in my channel. I know hes 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. Goddamn, Angelica. His voice is a low whisper. 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 to hands and knees, moaning at the loss of his cock. I love cock. Love to be filled with it, taste it. My eyes have been closed this whole time, imaging my stepdad behind me, filling me, fucking me until I cant breathe. I open them and now my heart isnt stuttering anymore, no its frozen in my chest, not beating, not doing a damned thing. Ive died. Right here on the bed, tits hanging, well-fucked and shocked beyond belief. Im eighteen. An adult. A grownup as far as the government is concerned. But right now, my gaze is locked on my stepdad. In the flesh. Hes shirtless, as always when hes home, and staring at me. His expression a mixture of shock and something Ive never seen before. A strangled groan comes from behind me and I figure Jeremy must have just caught sight of my stepdad.

The truth is hes not my stepdad anymore. Hes been divorced from my mom for years and Im living in his pool house after my most recent falling-out with her. But shes a hot cougar, which means my stepdad is only, like, thirty-five. A very hot thirtyfive. And I still introduce him to my friends as my dad. Well, because it gets me hot. Mr. Morelli, I... His face darkens, a deep red stealing across his features and the vein in his temple is throbbing. Not a good sign. I snatch my blanket to my chest, covering my naked, sweat-soaked body with the cool fabric. Out. One word, growled between his clenched teeth. Not good. I need to remind myself Im an adult. Right. Sorta. Jeremy doesnt 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. Hes tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum. Of course my fantasies arent really happening right now. Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. Ive really been reading too many romance novels.

Seriously. We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. Im barely breathing, waiting for what hes gonna say. I know hes not my real dad. That guy is long gone. But I dont like disappointing Luca, and Im figuring getting fucked in the pool house and calling the guy Daddy might be the tiniest bit over the top for him. Hes always seemed like a missionary type of guy. Doesnt mean I want him any less. If he gave me a chance, Id just get used to being on my back all the time. Itd be worth it to get my hands on him. 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? Cant help it. Im 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 of Angelica. Im his Angel. Dirty as I am. Daddy? I keep my voice light, small, hoping to tempt him. Angelica, we cant. Weve talked about this. But...

He blows out a breath, harsh and quick. You need to stop picking up random guys, Angel. Youre gonna get yourself in trouble and-- I crawl forward a bit, moving on my knees. It wouldnt happen if I had you. Id only do you. One of his hands twitches, pulling my focus from his face to his hips. Im spellbound, watching while he brings it to his groin, palms his cock. And I can see the bulge there, waiting for me. My mouth. My hands. I lick my lower lip, mouth watering. Luca... Ive done things like this, getting caught, from the time I moved in on my eighteenth birthday. Six months Ive traipsed through the main house in barely nothing, lying out by the pool in even less. Sometimes even going topless, excusing my nakedness by saying I didnt want tan lines on my tits. Cant have tan lines. Only me, Angel. My nipples harden, pussy creaming, growing wetter at the mere idea that hes relenting. Even a little. Until I get his cock in me, Im 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 hasnt strayed from his erection, hand sliding up and down, cloth separating skin from skin.

Any way I want. I nod. Any way. He cant do anything to me that I havent already done with guys Ive picked up from bars. Whatever I want. Yes. Two feet separate us, my gaze locked on his. I dont move. Cant. Im afraid of moving. Dont want to scare him, pounce on him and fuck myself with his dick. Im clean. Ive never fucked without a condom, but Im coming in you, Angel. Youre mine. I come. Right there. Pussy just fucking exploding in pleasure and I cant 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 cant help my reaction. Im a sexual animal. Words, looks, bodies...it all turns me on. Eyes closed, I dont see the slap coming, couldnt imagine that Daddy would react like that. He smacks my pussy, palm connecting with my lower lips, palm colliding with my over-sensitized skin. I open my eyes and scream. Fuck! 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 followed by the tender touches. No. Its mine. Your body is mine. Take what I give you. Youre my dirty little girl, arent you? I whimper. Hes so strong and commanding. Hes like that in everyday life, but hes also pretty uptight. I had figured hed be that way in the bedroom as well. Im more than pleasantly surprised by this. Yes, Daddy. He nudges my thighs wider, my lower lips separating with the movement and Im rewarded with an even harder slap than before, palm colliding with my needy clit. Daddy! I cant help the yell, the scream as my body responds. Please? Can you come this way? Cream all over my hand? I lick my lips. I want to say yes, but... I dont know. Please? Luca strokes my pussy softly, feather-light touches. No one has spanked this pretty cunt? Youre practically screaming for a spanking, arent you? I cant hear anything but the pounding in my ears now, sensations 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 with each passing moment. The sound of skin against skin practically echoes off the walls. Not the hurried sounds of sloppy fucking. No, its tight, sharp and confident smacks against my pussy. Then theres an overwhelming pressure there, the flat of his fingers crowding my clit,

pressing hard and shaking back and forth. Quicker than a hummingbirds 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 cant help but listen, break against his hand and sob his name. Luca! Im waiting for him to slow, let the pleasure ebb a little like most men Ive been with. They let me come down before we start over. Not Luca. Still riding the wave, he slaps my pussy. Again. Smack. Come you dirty slut. He fists my hair, yanks my head back and rubs his face against my neck, five oclock shadow scratching my skin. One last slap and Im coming again, gushing over the sheets, cunt spasming, and Im beyond words, just screams and sobbing and I dont know which way is up. I simply know white hot, pure pleasure and how it overwhelms me, takes over my body. Then Im 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. Daddys little angel. The shift from nasty ecstasy to tender touches leaves me reeling, unable to find the ground beneath my feet. Such a good girl. Luca? Im looking into his eyes, his hand cupping my cheek, a small smile toying with the edges of his lips. Liked that, did you? 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 weve ever shared. Again he nuzzles me, mouth near my ear. This is what itll 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. Its then that I gasp, his moist breath fanning over the heated flesh of my bare lower lips. He nudges my legs apart, insinuating himself between my thighs, his knees 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. Soon, baby. Just not yet. I whimper, wanting just a small taste. Lucas 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 hes long, fat and thick, hot and stiff for me. As if it knows its about to be welcomed into paradise. My pussys ready for him, wet and wanting. I want to be stretched and filled by him, fucked long and hard. 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 his length, using the drops of pre-cum as lubricant. I want to taste him so bad my mouth is watering. Want it? I nod, desperate. Beg. One word. It takes one word and I crumble. Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Ill 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 Im fucking him, hands on my breasts, fingers pinching and pulling on my nipples. Need it so bad.

Luca leans over me, cock length rubs against my exposed cunt, sliding over my 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 on pain, but its a pain I crave. Fuck your little whore, Daddy. He smirks, passion growing. I lift my legs so I can dig my heels into his jean-clad ass. You are a little slut, arent you? Your slut, Luca. Only yours. The thrust is so sudden, so unexpected, I scream when he fills me, arch my back and claw at his shoulders. I cant 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 wiggle from his taking. Mine. Take it. He pushes forward even more and I cant believe all of him isnt in me yet. Take. Slam. It. I cant breathe. Its too much and not enough. More. Thats it. He grips my shoulder and gives me the rest, his pubs against my lips, balls on my ass. Ive got him. 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 with him, panting. More. I whisper against his lips, breathe into him. 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 up, spearing me with his fat cock. He pulls back and slams home hard, making my whole body shake, tits bouncing. Like that, my little girl? Harder, Daddy. More. Fuck my cunt. His hands tighten and then hes 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. Its a hard, dirty fuck, pussy clenching and creaming all over his dick, balls slapping against my ass. Luca shifts his grip, one hand going to my hip, fingers digging into my flesh. Im fucking. Pump. My fucking. Slam. Cunt. Shove. 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 veins, taking over every inch of me.

His thumb circles my clit, faster and faster with each pump, pushing and stroking my bundle of nerves, playing me like an instrument. Ive 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 theyre doing, but its just the fact that their stamina from old has caught up to the bedroom performances. No. Luca fucks me like an animal and knows what the fuck hes doing. Youre my cum-whore, arent you. No one elses but mine. Say it. Talk? I cant breathe. Yours. Your whore, your slut. All yours, Daddy. He pinches my clit and Im coming, every muscle tightening until I feel as if Ill snap in half. I cant figure out if its pleasure or pain, or a mixture of both, but I cant keep my mouth shut, cant stop the scream building in my chest, or the sob that slips from my throat. The tremors dont stop, dont 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 quick pace returning. 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 hes trying to crawl into me.

We move together, bodies connected, both of us reaching and crawling toward completion. It wont 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. Youre fucking cunt is mine, Angel. His hips are slapping against my ass, pummeling me. Mine. His breath is coming in short gasps, pace increasing, faster and faster he moves. Im full and pinned, unable to do anything but take what he gives me, relish in being stuffed full of his fat cock. I fucking love it. Come in my pussy. Please, Luca. Come for me. 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 doesnt slip free of my heat, rocking with me, exhaling in quick bursts as he slows our movement. 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 theres nothing between us. This is the first time Ive done it without a condom. Ever. And I want it again. Every day. Twice a day.

Hes softening in my pussy, relaxing after our furious fucking. I dont want to 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 didnt even get naked. He kisses my temple, lips lingering. Well go slow next time. Nice and sweet. I hum against his chest, brush my cheek along the coarse hair peppering his pecs. I dont think I can talk just yet. His touch strays to my ass, squeezing the globe, kneading my flesh. Youre my dirty little Angel, arent you? I nod and rock my hips against his thigh, enjoying the rough scratch of the jeans against my pussy. Already Im 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, Im not just Angel...Im 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