Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (10 page)

“Sure. Do you need to borrow a
bathing suit? I think your mom keeps hers in the bottom drawer in
our bedroom.”

She walked around the edge of
the deck until she came into the moonlight and I could see that she
was completely naked. In this light, she looked even hotter than
she had when I fucked her brains out this afternoon.

“Oh, silly Daddy. I don’t need a
bathing suit,” she laughed. She made a point of lifting her
perfectly-shaped long leg way up as she climbed into the hot tub.
As she lowered herself into the steaming water, she reached up and
let her hair fall down around her innocent-looking face. Her tits
floated on the surface.

“Lexie, I thought we agreed at
dinner that we were just gonna let it be the one time,” I
stammered. “I mean, listen, I really love your mother, and she
can’t ever find out that there was something between us.”

“I’m not gonna tell her. Anyway,
she’s out of town for the rest of the week. She’ll never find
out…right, Daddy?”

Something about the way she kept
saying “Daddy” just put me over the edge. I felt my heart race
again, and my cock began to grow. She hadn’t even touched me
yet!

“But, Lexie. You’re my
step-daughter.”

“And you’re my…Daddy.” She put
her hand down my shorts and squeezed me. “Now, let’s get
comfortable and just enjoy ourselves.”

She pulled me up off the hot tub
bench enough so that she could pull my shorts off. She flung them
out over the edge of the deck toward the lake.

“Do you like the way I feel in
the water, Daddy?” She took my hands and placed them on her ass. I
pressed my chest against her tits, the tip of my cock rubbing
against her pussy.

“I do.”

“And do you like the way my hair
looks when it’s wet?” She dipped her head backward and soaked her
hair. When she came back up, the water dripped off of her.

“I do.”

“Well then, Daddy. I just have
one more question for you.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“What are you gonna
do
about it?”

The animal feeling came over me
again, and I put both my hands on her ass and lifted her straight
upward and then down onto my raging-hard cock. She wrapped her legs
around my waist and threw her arms around my neck. I aimed for her
pussy and sank deep inside on the first stroke. I watched as her
eyes rolled back into her head.

“Fuuuuck
me
, Daddy!” was
all she could say.

This time, I didn’t have to ease
her into it as much. I thrust myself in and out of her, as her body
splashed up and down in the hot water. I could feel her legs
tighten and quiver as a wave of pleasure came over her. She buried
her head in my chest, and I kept pumping like a locomotive.

I felt her legs tense up again,
and after she relaxed a bit, I pushed her over to the edge of the
hot tub, so that we were both looking out toward the lake. I needed
to fuck this pussy from behind!

“You want to be a good girl,
don’t you? You want to make Daddy happy?”

“Yes, Daddy. More than
anything.”

I stroked into her harder,
faster. The water splashed off my body and onto her back as I
thrust over and over again.

“You want to use your pussy to
make Daddy cum?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want you to
cum.”

Her legs stiffened up again, and
I pounded her pussy even faster. I could feel my body start to
tense up.

“Beg me for it, you dirty little
girl.”

“I want you cum, Daddy.”

“Beg me to cum inside you. Beg
me to shoot my seed into your pussy again.”

“Daddy, I need it. Please,
please cum inside me. Cum into my pussy. Don’t you
dare
pull
out, Daddy!”

I grabbed her thin waist as
tightly as I could and pumped my hips fast and hard until I felt
myself release another massive load into her tight, young
pussy.

“Oh, my god, Daddy! I can feel
it hitting me. I can feel it in my stomach!”

My body jerked and I felt her
pussy squeeze ever last bit of cum out of me.

Fucking an 18-year-old was
exhausting, especially one as hot as Lexie!

We were both breathing hard, but
after a few moments, we fell into each other arms, and sunk back
down into the warmth of the hot tub.

“You know, Daddy…Frank,” she
said, eventually. “I don’t start college for three whole
months.”

“Mmmmm hmmmm,” I replied.

“It’s a long time to be out here
in the countryside, away from school—away from college boys.”

With the moonlight and the stars
overhead, she looked into my eyes. “All I’m saying is that I might
need a bit more Daddy time over the summer.”

“Well, Lexie,” I said, putting a
finger gently up into her pussy. “It’s a long summer, and your
mother goes on business trips all the time.”

She bit her lip as she felt me
put another finger inside of her. She chuckled a bit.

“What’s so funny?” I asked
her.

“I was just thinking,” she said.
“I’m not a virgin anymore, but I still haven’t ever had sex on a
bed!”

We both laughed.

“Well,” I said. “We just might
have to do something about that.”

“Oh, is that right, Daddy?!”

“Yeah. Now get your sweet little
pussy upstairs to the bedroom.” I could feel myself getting hard
again. “I’m gonna open your pussy up all summer long, sweetheart.
And you better get on birth control, because I’m never pulling
out!”

She giggled and jumped out of
the water playfully, running naked toward the back door. I wasn’t
far behind as I ran after her perfect, tight little body.

I could tell this was going to
be a great summer!

###

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Don’t You Dare Pull Out: The Complete Collection: Books
1-4
:

Don’t You Dare Pull Out, Book 1

18-year-old Lexie just stepped off a plane after spending her high
school years at a foreign, all girls' school. She makes sure Frank,
the man of the house, knows that she's inexperienced...and that she
wants to feel everything that he can give her.
With Lexie's mother out of town on business, Frank can open up
Lexie to a whole new world. And when things get extremely hot, she
doesn't want him to pull out...ever!

Don’t You Dare Pull Out, Book 2
After ignoring each other for nearly a month, Frank and Lexie are
thrown together by Tess, Lexie’s mother. They don't waste any time
“reuniting,” and Frank makes sure she feels just how much he's
missed her.
But how far does Lexie expect Frank to go? When they find
themselves alone in Frank’s office, they both just might surprise
each other...and themselves!

Don’t You Dare Pull Out, Book 3

After their rendezvous at the hospital, Lexie and Frank take things
up a notch back at the house--and they almost get caught when Tess
hears something out on the balcony.
Just how far do they want to take things? Will they have the
willpower to keep hiding their passion? Or do they actually want
things out in the open? One thing's for sure, when things heat up,
there's no chance Frank's gonna pull out!

Don’t You Dare Pull Out, Book 4

After nearly getting caught on multiple occasions, Lexie and the
man of the house, Frank, end their summer fling when Lexie goes off
to college. It was fun while it lasted, Frank reasons, but all good
things must come to an end, right?
But when Lexie’s mother, Tess, cancels her visit for parents’
weekend, and Frank is forced to visit Lexie alone, will they really
be able to keep their hands off each other? And when Lexie drops
some earthshattering news, what will Frank’s reaction be?!

Seducing Her Seal – Vixen Von Fock

“
I
don’
t want to move again.” I sounded like I was eight, but I
couldn’t help it I couldn’t believe what he was telling me.

“Sorry Myka, you have no
choice.” His deep voice pissed me off. Not just from what he was
saying to me, but also because of the way it affected my body.

Something was seriously screwed
up with my head. For years, his deep baritone had made my tummy
flip with a swarm of butterflies buzzing around, and sent cream
leaking from between my thighs. Since my mom had died the unsavory
obsession I had for my stepfather had increased tenfold. What
I needed
was to move away from him, not
be dragged off to some foreign country while he trained a team of
overgrown boys to be sharp-shooters while lying in the snow.

“
But I do
have choices, I could stay with the Wards. I start—
”

“Enough Myka, we are going, end
of discussion. Now go and pack, we leave in thirty-six hours. So
get a move on.” His voice was commanding like he was talking to one
of his men and not his stepdaughter.

With an attitude I knew would
piss him off, I tapped my heels together and saluted him. “Yes
Senior Chief, right away Senior Chief. And you are an asshole,
Senior Chief.
”

“Do not push me little girl, I
am not in the mood. Now go and pack.”

His jaw ticked when he was
annoyed. With the way it was twitching, there was no denying that
he was well and truly pissed. Not wanting to push him too far, I
stormed my plush ass down the hallway of our base home to pack up
my belongings. Slamming my bedroom door before walking over to the
sound system I hit play on my favorite CD, the FSOG soundtrack. As
far as I was concerned, the best thing to come from those books was
the album. Cranking the volume to high I ignored the
Chief
’
s bellows for me to turn it
down.

Slumping down on the bed I let
the beat wash over me, waiting for it to calm my frayed nerves.
Instead of the music unruffling my feathers over having to move,
though, it ignited the naughty thoughts I seemed to constantly
have, about my stepdad doing nasty things to me. My over
imaginative brain re-wrote the book to include a much more dominant
senior chief to replace a rather passive billionaire. Brown hair
became dusty blond, trimmed military short, his large hands rough
from years of holding weapons. Arms roped in muscles from carrying
heavy loads, replaced those of a pencil-pushing businessman.

A shiver coursed down my spine
as the image of the chief wielding a soft leather flogger filled my
depraved mind. Rolling over, I studied the immaculate ceiling of my
perfectly white room. But the image of my dad wouldn
’t leave me
. Knowing I shouldn
’
t but unable to stop myself I shimmied the tight
denim of my jeans over my hips enough to push my fingers past my
panties.

My kitty was already wet; the
bastard did this to me constantly with nothing more than being in
the same room. Even when frustrated with him for making me move,
for making me stay with him, I couldn
’
t
help but want him to be the man to touch and caress me. Wanting it
to be his fingers and not my own rubbing at the small bundle of
nerves.

Lightly at first, I petted my
kitty, wanting to prolong the experience. To draw out the fantasy
that was flowing through my mind. One that had the chief storming
into my room to find me masturbating, his large rough hands taking
over and teaching me exactly how it should be done. As the daydream
built, I increased the speed of my fingers, until I was biting at
my lips to stop my moans from echoing through the room. I hated
him, but god I couldn
’
t stop myself from
dreaming about him, from wishing it was his fingers playing with my
clit, and bringing me to orgasm.

My stomach tightened, my toes
curled as the orgasm floated through me. It wasn
’
t earth shattering like I had read about, but I
think that kind of bliss is only obtainable when someone else is
involved and not something you can really give yourself. Pulling a
tissue from the box I wiped the cream from my fingers and with a
resigned sigh I went about packing up my room.

*****

I was bored and I was freezing.
Alaska sucked in the winter. I had done nothing but read and eat
for the last two months. So much for going to school. The school
was an online teacher. The only people I had a chance to interact
with were the Senior Chief and his men. I
’
d had my eighteen birthday and wanted to get out of
there, but couldn
’
t because of all the
freaking snow. With every day that passed I hated my stepfather,
and with each night that rolled by I wanted him to come into my
room and do wicked things to me. That need to be touched by him was
stronger than the hate I felt for him, and had me disliking not
only him but also myself for being a little sick in the head.

Depressed, I had taken to
eating, my hips now fit a little too snuggly into my pants, and my
breasts which had already been ample, were spilling over the top of
most of my bras. Living in the middle of nowhere meant shopping for
new ones wasn
’
t going to happen anytime
soon. When I was finally free from my prison, I never wanted to see
snow again.

Flinging back the blanket I
climbed off the lounge and looked out the window. The storm that
had started brewing was picking up in speed. The cabin creaked and
groaned with the force of the wind. I couldn
’
t help but worry that my dad was somewhere out
there. As a Navy Seal he was trained for this weather; he was
training others to handle it. But a surge of panic filled me,
chilling me to the bone.