Storms

Back Door Man

Warning: sexual activities

Stevie, Lindsey and Jenna had lunch in virtual silence, Lindsey's eyes darting to the young blonde repeatedly. Stevie noticed and was almost offended. She was young enough to be his daughter! Then again, so was Kristen. Stevie saw Jenna out and cleared the table.

"I saw you, Buckingham" she says.

"What?"

"Looking at her. Jesus Christ, can't you contain yourself? You have two beautiful women and you're looking for a third. Well, you can't have her!"

He laughed out loud. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me"

"You're getting bent out of shape over nothing, Steph. Why the hell would I want a little girl when I can have a woman?" he said, standing behind her to kiss her neck. Stevie turned around in his arms, failing a little at staying angry with him.

"May I remind you that you've taken that route before?"

"Stevie, that was...God, 20 years ago!"

"She haunts me!"

"You haunt her"

She scoffs, fluffing her hair. "Good, you were mine first."

"Is someone getting a little visit from the green eyed monster?" he asks, smirking at her. "Is someone feeling just a little bit territorial?"

"Don't flatter yourself!"

"Oh, come on...Don't you like me just a little bit?"

"I'm starting to like you a lot less."

"Now I know that's not true, princess"

"Your head is going to be too big to fit through the door when I kick you out"

"Baby girl, what's wrong? Is your daddy making you mad?" he purs, kissing the soft spot beneath her ear, nipping at her throat. His hips push into hers and he's slowly backing her into the counter top.

"You are not my daddy"

"Precious Angel, my sweet, perfect, delectable girl" He turns her around, pressing her back against his chest. His hardening member nearly bursting the zipper of his jeans from the pressure. His words are punctuated with soft wet kisses to her neck and shoulders and he can feel her relaxing in his arms. He dares to run a hand under her top and squeeze a breast, massaging it with light pressure. "I can be anyone you want me to be but I know....deep down inside...I'm your daddy" His other hand falls between her thighs, rubbing at the fabric of her leggings. Her legs feel weak with his touch and she moans softly, her head tossed back toward his chest. "Shake for me girl, I wanna be your back door man" he whispers seductively.

"Baby..." she breathes, the heat between her legs kicking up to a raging fire.

"Now that we're alone..." he begins. He tugs on the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down to expose pure white lace panties. He caresses her bottom, admiring her porcelain skin against the lace. "You look so angelic for being such a naughty, naughty girl. My baby has been so very bad"

"Punish me, daddy" she whispers, receiving a single hard swat on her right butt cheek. She smiles, feeling the skin tingle from his touch. "Mmm" she moans. She hears him unzip his jeans and bring them to rest around his ankles. "Give it to me"

"Shh, don't talk" he tells her sternly.

"We've never played this game before" she mutters.

"Shh" he tells her again and she bites her lip. "Do as I say." She nods. "Good girl" He hooks his thumbs into her panties and slides them down. He takes off the clothing puddled at her feet and tossing them onto the counter. He picks up her panties, sniffing them and inhaling her scent. "Baby girl needs love, needs attention." She nods, remembering he told her not to speak. He teases her with the head of his cock, sliding it up and down the crack of her behind, reaching between her thighs to moisten himself with her juices. She moans softly, new sensations coursing through her body.

"Please" she begs.

"Shh" he says. "Tell me you understand then only speak when I give you permission"

"Yes, daddy"

"Good girl" he says again, leaning forward to kiss her neck. Before he begins, he wants to undress her, make her vulnerable. He takes off her top and unclasps her bra, pushing it to fall down her arms, hitting where her hands lay on the counter in front of her. He lifts each hand delicately, freeing her from the garment and kissing her knuckles. "What a pretty little thing you are. And at home alone where anyone could try and take what's mine...tsk tsk, what a bad little girl you are" he says, putting her hair over the opposite shoulder and whispering in her ear. "Tell me what you'll do to make this up to me"

"Anything"

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you, sweetness"

"Anything you want, daddy" she says, her voice low and throaty. He groans at the sound. She never sounded so sexy as when he was playing with her. He began to tap lightly on her sensitive bud, forcing her head down and pulling her hips to meet his. Once again he teased her, slowly entering through her soft pink petals. Once she has adjusted to him, he pulls out slightly, watching her juices drip from his shaft.

"You want it so bad, don't you baby girl?" She nods, whimpering. His touch becomes feverish as he circles her clit, causing her to moan. He forces her to plant her feet further apart and he slams into her hard, but just one time. He takes his fingers from between her thighs and runs them over her lips. She tastes herself on him and lets him put his fingers in her mouth to lick them clean. "Good girl, such a good girl." The tantric nature of their romp has Stevie's body going absolutely wild. She needs more.

"Please, daddy." she begs in a soft tone.

"What did I tell you?" he replies in a harsh one, withdrawing from her. She simpers, taking his fingers and performing a simulated blow job. She licks down the side of his index finger that connects to the thumb and back up again, swirling her tongue over the tops of his index and middle finger, kissing the tips of each. "You've earned a privilege" he says, feeling his knees go slightly weak as he watched her, her eyes fixed on his. "You're so sweet, my pet. How about a treat?" She nods. He presses her body into the cold marble of the counter and she shivers slightly. He plays with her erect nipples, then trails a hand to fall between her thighs again. She is drenched as he brushes against her bud, plunging his fingers into her flower for extra lubrication. The swift action catches Stevie off guard and he has to hold her up, the pleasure too great. The slightest touch could send her over the edge now but he wasn't done with her yet. He teased her folds, pushing himself into her back entrance. She moaned loudly, kissing his wrist and his forearm as it was all she could reach. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. She looked into his eyes, mouth slightly open and he kissed her hard, her lips so plump and bright pink. "Gorgeous little girl" he muttered, slamming into her. He pushed her back down and rode her hard, taking in her moans and sighs. He felt a release from her, fluid spilling down her thighs but he wouldn't stop. He was so close, sliding in and out of her easily. He massaged her gentle opening, hitting her special spot with his fingers, hooking them upward and rubbing her clit with his thumb. "Speak, angel"

"I love you....mmmm...you're magic" He smiled to himself. He owned her. "You're the king of my soul..." she said, moaning his name repeatedly. Tears of ecstasy fell down her cheeks and he pushed her over the edge again and again. She was aching from his touch now but begging him not to stop.

"Does my baby girl like pain?" he asks, forcing all of his fingers into her roughly. She cried out, signaling his rise to crescendo. It was glorious and magnificent, like nothing he had ever experienced. He withdrew from her back side, turned her around and lifted her leg slightly. He knelt down on her kitchen floor and placed her calf over his shoulder. "Let me look at you. Your precious petals are a work of art. You have such a beautiful face, perfectly soft curves. My baby is a masterpiece" he told her. His head disappeared between her mellow thighs, kissing her lower lips and licking ever so slightly inside of her with the tip of his tongue. She moaned again, feeling herself building up to another climax, he worked on her with such a fervor that she was finished in no time. He loved the effect he had on her. When she had calmed down, he rose up to full height and kissed her lips tenderly. "I love you" he whispered.

"I love you too, daddy"