The Billionaire's Step Desire (Bareback Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance) (2 page)

“A date?” Tina echoed. She looked genuinely surprised. Then she laughed again and took my head. “No, I don’t think so. But I do have a thing for older guys, and you don’t see them coming to yoga very often. I assumed you were here with your girlfriend, but if that’s not the case…”

“Uh, no,” I said, a little confused. If she wasn’t interested in dating me, then what did she want? “That was my stepdaughter, Kayla.”

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Your stepdaughter, huh? Well, that works out just fine, then.” She released my hand, walking over to a door at the end of the room. “Follow me.”

“Why?” I asked her, though I did indeed follow after her. “I mean, you said you didn’t want a date…”

“I don’t,” she replied with another mischievous wink. “Why waste money on pretense when we could both get what we want right here and now?”

I couldn’t argue with that logic, and soon we were both in the supply closet, fumbling in the dark all breathless and sweating.

Tina was a spitfire. Once she’d seen I was already hard, she went to town on my dick, shimmying my track pants off my hips and marveling at its side.

“Wow!” she breathed, mouth open and watering. “It’s huge!”

I shifted anxiously, but once she started stroking it, I didn’t need much more convincing. She was good. Really good. But she still wasn’t my little Kayla, and that only made the itch inside me grow more impatient to be scratched.

I did what I could to bring myself back into the moment. There’s no way to be totally sure that this wasn’t an act, but it was the first time since my ex wife that I felt like someone wanted me for who I was, rather than
what
I was…

“Fuck,” I groaned, leaning my head back against the shelves stuffed with practice mats, weights, and a few exercise balls. “Tina, you’re… you’re maybe half my age, sugar. We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Oh, but Daddy,” she said, and suddenly my hair stood on end, “I wanna be a good girl for you.”

My eyes widened. My dick lurched in her fist. “Wh… what?” I whispered.

She giggled and took a long lick around my tip. “Sorry if that’s weird. I just sort of have this thing for… well, I’m not sure what to call it… But it’s always turned me on to pretend to be some sweet, innocent girl calling an older man ‘Daddy.’ It doesn’t, like… turn you off or anything, right?”

“No!” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “I mean, whatever turns you on…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “…princess.”

The grin she shot me was so wide I thought it’d split her face. But she let my cock do that instead, driving it all the way into the back of her throat and swallowing hard.

The whole while I was fucking her face, I could only see Kayla looking up at me. Thankfully Tina was okay with our little game, so I didn’t have to worry too much about what I said. As long as I kept her name straight, everything would be just fine.

She bent over, ass in the air as she slid her lacy pink panties over the swell of her ass.

“Pick a hole, Daddy,” she tempted me. “Any one you’d like.”

“Really?” I asked her. Kayla’s mom had never let me do that, and Kayla probably never would, either. I figured I’d take what I could get. Hell, there was a first time for everything, wasn’t there?

My fantasy morphed with Tina’s demand, and suddenly I was prying apart her ass cheeks, imagining it was Kayla’s tight rosebud instead. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to fit, but Tina made it easy on me.

“Just spit,” she told me, holding on tight to one of the supply shelves. “Get my hole wet, Daddy, and then you can fuck my ass all you want.”

I shuddered, hearing the words in Kayla’s voice. But I did as I was told, spitting on Tina’s asshole until it was soaked with my saliva. Then I pressed my tip against it and thrust.

My tip popped in a lot easier than I thought, but it was so tight I thought I was going to cum right then and there. I drove into her ass, toes curling as I thought of Kayla whining and squirming below me, hollering my name as I popped her anal cherry.

My balls ached. My shaft swelled. I was going to fill Tina’s ass with my hot load, and there was nothing that could stop me now.

I pummeled into her, grunting wildly, slapping her ass cheeks as I said: “You’ve been a bad girl, baby! Daddy’s gonna have to cum in your asshole to set you straight again!”

“Yes, Daddy!” she cooed, holding her ass wide open for me. “Fill me up! Unload in your little slut!”

I roared as I came, stars bursting in front of my eyes as I filled Tina’s ass with my seed. It dribbled out immediately, dripping down onto her pussy as she rubbed it frantically, panting like a bitch in heat. Soon she was cumming too, bucking against me and splashing my cum everywhere as she found her own bliss.

I pulled out, wiping my dick with my shirt. Maybe Tina wasn’t Kayla, but she sure was a freak, and that was the next best thing.

“Come back anytime,” she told me. When she stood up, rivers of my cum trickled down her thighs. “I mean it, Tom.”

I knew she did. And I just might have, if I hadn’t come home to the scene I did.

I took my time coming home. It wasn’t a long drive from the little upscale gym where we’d had our yoga lesson, but I needed time to reflect on what I’d just done and a little time putting my Ferrari through its paces would help me focus. I was coming to terms with the idea that I didn’t need to fuck Kayla, after all. Tina would do just fine, so long as I never let my stepdaughter’s name slip from my lips. The torture was over. I had won.

I was feeling pretty great about this until I walked in the door and saw Kayla in the opulent living room. She was on all fours, ass high in the air as she attempted to replicate some of the more advanced moves she’d watched Tina do earlier.

My heart thudded in my chest. My mouth went dry. And just like that, my dick was hard again, throbbing, aching for my little girl.

Goddammit.
I hadn’t won anything at all.

“Oh,” she said, looking at me from between her legs. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Hi,” I said, slowly shutting the door. “What’re you doing?”

“I just wanted to see if I could do some of the harder stuff,” she answered, grinning at me, her face all red. “Watch this!”

Then she moved a little too fast, a little too hard, and the back of her yoga pants split right down the middle.

Her ass was suddenly right there for me to see. It looked so much better without the fabric covering it, so smooth and tender with flesh like fresh cream. Since her legs were spread, I could see the bright pink of her pussy peeking out from between her shaved lips. Beads of moisture clung to them and I could see her juices smeared onto her inner thighs. It wasn’t just sweat, I realized. My little girl was soaking wet.

I dropped the yoga mat to the ground just as she squealed: “Oh, shit!”

She dropped to her knees, looking over her shoulder at the big hole extending from the small of her back down to her pussy. She gaped at it in horror, her cheeks turning the color of raw beets. Then her eyes flicked to meet mine and she whimpered.

“S-Sorry, Daddy…”

“No, uh… that’s okay,” I told her, feeling my dick throb with yet another plea for release. Without thinking I stepped forward, grasping her waist band in both my big, strong hands. “Here, let’s get you all the way out of those…”

I tore them the rest of the way, reveling in the sensation of literally ripping Kayla’s clothes off. She gasped, but didn’t move away as I parted the material, exposing more and more of her naked body with every inch I tore.

“D-Daddy!” Kayla cried, biting so hard into her lip I thought she might draw blood. “What’re you doing?”

“Well, they’re ruined now, aren’t they?” I asked her, though I couldn’t meet her stare. All my attention was focused on her perfect ass and trembling thighs. “I figured I’d just… throw them away.”

I shifted, remembering Tina’s ass and how it had felt to violate it. Would Kayla’s feel as good?

Better,
my mind hissed, beckoning my cock to full, swollen attention. Kayla must have noticed, because her eyes grew wide at the sight of it.

“Daddy,” she breathed, “you’re hard!”

I looked down. It was obvious. There was no way I could pass off the massive bulge in my pants as anything else. I might as well cop to it instead of trying to fool her. Kayla wasn’t dumb by any stretch of the imagination.

“Yeah, baby. Daddy’s just a little… excited. That yoga instructor was very nice,” I told her, my voice very nearly a whisper. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the truth, either. I hoped she would believe me.

When I looked at her face, I didn’t see skepticism. What I saw there was much more intriguing: a green flash of jealousy.

“Oh,” she said. “So you stayed behind to talk to her, huh? Did you fuck her, Daddy? Did you put your big dick in her?”

I recoiled, taken aback by my stepdaughter’s words. But I couldn’t deny they turned me on, either, especially since she’d referred to my cock as
big.

“Yes,” I said, watching her scowl. “I did. In fact, I put my big dick right in her tight ass. Damn near ripped her in half, too.”

Part of me felt sick at talking to my stepdaughter this way, but another, stronger part was urging me on. I was getting a real thrill out of the look of anger on her face, especially since her perfect ass was still in full view.

“Why?” I asked, bravely taking a handful of one of her cheeks. “You want Daddy to take yours?”

For a moment Kayla looked shocked, and I thought for sure she was going to run off, slam her door, and declare that she never wanted to see me again.

But she didn’t. Instead she cooed and pressed into my palm, driving my fingers toward her slit. My jaw slackened. This couldn’t possibly be on purpose.

…Could it?

But the more I tried to rationalize it, the more it became clear that my little Kayla was trying to get her daddy’s fingers into her pussy.

“I’m tighter than she is,” she said, dripping her juices onto my hand. “So much tighter. And I’m right here, living in the same house. You don’t need another woman who will hurt you… You could’ve just told me what you needed, Daddy. I would’ve taken care of you…”

I grimaced. With talk like that, it was going to be hard not to give in. But if this was what she really wanted, why should I hold back anymore? She was an adult. She could make her own decisions.

It felt so wrong. But it felt so right, too.

I realized there was no turning back as I delved into her slit, working her smooth, velvety inner lips with two fingers and parting them to find her clit. Kayla whimpered when I struck home and lowered her head to the mat, gripping it as I worked her, exploring my stepdaughter’s cunt the way I’d been dreaming of for what seemed like forever.

She threw her head back, letting her long blonde hair spill over her back. She rocked with my motions, licking her full, supple lips as my fingers slid easily through her silken desire.

“Yes!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, Daddy! That’s it! Finger your little girl!”

“Princess,” I groaned, kneeling down behind her to cop a better feel. “Ohh, you should’ve told Daddy how horny you were. I would’ve done something sooner…”

“Mm, I was afraid, Daddy,” she whispered, grinding hard onto my hand. “I thought I wasn’t doing a good job at replacing Mommy. But now I know you just needed a little… encouragement.” She looked up at me just as one of her side-swept bangs fell seductively into her angelic face. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Please. I’m so horny…”

Now I understood that my stepdaughter
had
been making passes at me. All this time I’d ignored her, thinking my feelings were unwanted, when the reality was she was just as hard up for a good family fuck as I was.