“Not yet.”  I told him.

I rolled over, pushing him down onto the bed on his back.  His cock stood at attention as he stared up at me wondering what I was up to.

“Mmmm…  What are you up to you?”  He asked, his eyes drunk with lust.

His skin glistened with a faint trace of sweat.  I drank the sight of him momentarily.  He was absolutely gorgeous, and now, I knew, he was mine.  His ruffled brown hair complimented his deep blue green eyes.  I’d seen those eyes a million times, but never like this.  It was like I was looking at someone entirely different than the boy I’d lived with for over four years.  He was a man now, and I was looking into his soul, into his heart even, and here he was looking back.

Crawling to my knees I straddled him.  I felt his hardness against me as I let my hips softly press into him.  His hand ran up into my hair and our mouths met.  The taste of salt met with my tongue as we kissed.  Not letting our lips part I arched my back and reached for his stiffness.  I wanted his bare shaft inside of me again. I’d been fantasizing about this moment for months now, and I wasn’t going to stop until I’d satisfied my cravings.  His hips gave a little thrust as his lips curled into a smile.

A smile that I knew would be looking back at me, forever.

I rocked slowly down on him as I sat up.  I could feel every inch of his thick cock as it slowly spread me open.  Letting out a soft gasp I closed my eyes.  This was better than I’d ever fantasized, this was real, flesh and lust, passion.

“Please… Don’t stop. Ever.”  I softly pleaded as his hips rocked me hard from below.

I could feel him growing tense as my own body began to vibrate.

“I’m not wearing a condom Katya, are you sure you want this?”  Conner asked as he sweated with the effort of not cumming.

“Cum for me baby.”  I cried, not wanting him to stop, and not worried about the consequences.

As the words left my mouth my body began to shake, images of a dark haired baby boy flashing through my brain.  His baby, our baby.

“Make a baby inside of me Conner, cum for me.”

Conner's strong hips picked up the steam and in three rough thrusts our bodies were suddenly wracked with convulsions.  Electricity exploded from the cock deep within me and down to my toes.

“Oh god,” I gasped as I felt him filling me with the last drops of his love.  We were one now, and forever.

Punishing The Brat

At what point does a girl become a woman?  I had always thought it was when the law called you an adult.  But eighteen had come and went and I had remained the same.  I was the typical, helpless, needy, selfish, and naïve girl I had been my entire life.  It wasn’t until today, three years later that I was about to truly become a woman.

I stared silently at his muscular chest as he approached me.  He’d warned me about my behavior, and he told me that I would be punished if I didn’t shape up.  I always knew how to push his buttons, and when I reminded him that he wasn’t my real dad, it set him off.  He’d lifted me up, right there in his office and put me over his knee.  And he didn’t quit spanking me until I was begging him to stop.  I told him I would do anything that he wanted, and suddenly his spanking stopped.

He flipped me with ease and placed me on his large mahogany desk.  His eyes burned as he told me that I wasn’t to move, nor make a sound.  When he left me in his office I thought about running out the door, but daddy had his limits, and I knew that I had already crossed the line.  My body wasn’t willing to disobey him again, and as he came back into view, bare chested, my heart began to pound.

“What I want you to do, Brittany, is show daddy just how well you can take orders.  Open your mouth.”

I took a deep breath, trembling as I slowly did as he said.  I knew it was bad, but my entire body came to life with electricity and desire.  I wanted him to take me any way he pleased, even if it meant giving up the virginity that I’d been guarding for oh so long.

“Yes daddy,” I whispered softly as my body obeyed.

It didn’t matter that the blouse cut perfectly down my chest and exposed just the right amount of cleavage.  Nor did it matter that the red pencil skirt was exactly fitted to my curvy hips.  I felt mortified by my reflection because he’d planned it all.  I should have been impressed by the fact that everything was so perfect, right down to the exact fit on the tall black pumps.  But instead, I was only annoyed.

I grabbed my purse, making my way to the door as my heels clacked loudly against the hardwood floor.  Perhaps daddy was right. He’d spoiled me too much for my own good, but then, it had never been a problem before, and I didn’t understand why he’d been so upset when he’d seen the credit card bills.

My mother had remarried when I was just fifteen.  We had always lived comfortably, my mother was a nurse and she did her best to give us all that we’d ever wanted or needed.  But when she met Blake, it was different.  He owned one of the biggest financial investment firms in all of Arizona, and he’d come to enjoy the finer things in life.

It wasn’t hard getting used to fancy cars and luxury, what was hard to get used to however, was his dictatorial style.  He’d made it clear that I was to go to college from the moment that we’d moved in and he’d started to play the daddy role.  I’d found it irritating; and reminded him as frequently as possible that he wasn’t my father and that he’d really no business trying to pretend to be.

When I’d started my last semester of high school he hounded me day in and day out, practically taking control of every free moment I had.  He expected me to fill out at least one college application every week, as well as research and apply for every possible scholarship that each school had to offer.  I hated him for it, but he’d been sure to remind me of the cute little corvette that I’d wanted so badly.

When he’d given me a credit card to help pay for school expenses, I’d used it for just that.  I had rented a cute condo, furnished it with the most expensive furniture I could find, and basically lived like a queen.  My grades had suffered, with the majority of my free time being spent in the gym or partying, but I never expected him to come down on my so hard.  When he saw my 2.5 G.P.A. and that I was on academic probation, things changed.

He hadn’t said a word, but it wasn’t hard for me to get the picture when I’d tried to buy a five-dollar mocha and my card was declined.  I’d tried the backup card he’d given me, but it too had been canceled.  When I called him to let him know something was wrong, he just laughed and told me I’d better get used to it.

A month later I was back home, begging for a second chance, they couldn’t just cut me off.  Daddy said he was happy to give me a second chance—as a secretary at his firm.  He wouldn’t reinstate my credit cards.  I would actually have to pretend to work for him.

As I stepped off the elevator and into the office I was impressed.  Either daddy had good taste, or he’d had a wonderful decorator.  Everything was deep mahogany, and the windows let in a soft light that made the room inviting.  I could see the desk where I would be stationed.  There was a tiny name placard there—Brittany Moss.  I lifted it and traced the letters with my fingers.  Perhaps it wasn’t going to be so bad working for daddy.

I sat down and felt my phone buzz in my pocket.  It was Avery, a guy I had met three weeks ago.  We’d been teasing one another on and off and things were starting to get hot between us.  We hadn’t actually gone past first base, but maybe that was why it seemed so erotic when he would text me all the naughty things he wanted to do to me.  He’d had to leave town not long after we’d met, and I’d come to see my mom the day after he got back.  I hoped that he’d come down and see me, and I had sent him a photo of me in my work attire this morning.