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BURNING FOR DADDY

One touch, and I was lost."' His voice was a whisper against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "He cannot touch you the way I do, Bella. He does not know your body like I do. You are mine. Every inch of you, every hidden place, every moan you make. And nothing, not even your mother, will keep me from owning this pussy." His words burn against my skin, like a promise and a threat at the same time. "You're mine. And I don't share." ******* Isabella Moretti made one mistake. One night that should have stayed buried. One moment with the man she was never supposed to want; her stepfather, Damian Blackwell. She runs to New York. A fresh start. A shot at her journalism career and a life where she can forget the way his hands felt on her body. But Damian doesn't believe in letting go. Not when it's what he wants. When her mother announces Isabella's engagement to her friend's son and asks her to come home to meet her new husband, she thinks maybe she's finally escaped. Until she sees her stepfather-to-be's face. It's him. Damian Blackwell Damian isn't just the man whose body she wants; he's hiding something dark enough that could actually launch her career into the world. Or destroy everything she's ever loved. Now Isabella's trapped between impossible choices: Her mother's approval, love and a "perfect" future The man who owns every forbidden part of her soul But some fires don't just burn.They consume everything. A dark stepfather romance where the lines between ambition and desire blur beyond recognition.
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Chapter 2

Isabella's POV

I don't remember how but somehow we'd manage to get to his room and we grabbed on to each other as soon as we walked in through the door.

His hands cupped my left breast as he carried me up the stairs, while kissing me passionately. Lewd sounds left my mouth, as we explored each other's bodies.

He gently threw me on the bed, his eyes full of lust and passion, "I've waited for this day to come since the first day I saw you."

He ripped my clothes off, throwing them across the room. His tongue met my nipple in a slow and passionate lick. I felt a wet pool in my panties until I couldn't take it anymore. My fingers rushed to my clit, hoping to free it of some of the tension I was feeling.

He stopped me by holding my hands. "What do you think you're doing?"

Too hazy from pleasure, I couldn't give him a coherent answer.

"Don't touch yourself without my permission. This body belongs to me."

His words turned me on even more. I drew him closer, kissing him harder. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck, kissing gently He sucked on my boobs, fiddling and teasing.

When he went down on me, I moaned loudly in ecstasy. He shifted my panties to the side and gave my pussy a long lick, sucking and biting.

"Oh heavens. Fuck!" I exclaimed, holding his head tighter.

He lapped on my juices, until I thought he'd lick me dry, but instead, more wetness pooled out of my pussy.

When he added two of his fingers, I felt my head fill and explode. He gave me a moment to breath, before he thrusted his fingers in and out of my swollen pussy whispering erotic nothings.

"You like that don't you?" He asked.

"Hmmm," I cried out, squeezing my nipples to intensify my pleasure.

"You're such a nasty girl. You like Daddy worshipping your tight pussy. Would you like my dick too? Can you take all of my dick."

I almost screamed, "Yes," as his fingers and tongue brought me to my second orgasm for the night.

I was still in bliss when he got down from the bed to take off his pants. I got up slowly, my mind still hazy with desire and went on my knees.

"Such a naughty little girl." He smirked, as he patted my head.

His dick pointed straight at me almost poking my face. I was startled by the size of it. I knew instinctively he'd have a big dick, but I never knew it would be this massive.

I looked up at him, having second thoughts on whether it would fit inside me.

As if sensing my hesitation, he laughed. "Don't worry doll, I'll make it fit just right. Now, show me some magic with that tiny mouth of yours."

I licked it, tasting the precum oozing out of his manhood. He shivered, and his reaction encouraged me to do more.

I let my tongue linger, then slowly curled it on the tip of his dick. I made out with his tip for a few seconds, before taking the whole of him into my mouth, and sucking it like it is the sweetest lollipop I have ever tasted in my life.

"Fuck, doll! You're doing so well." He groaned.

He gripped my head gently, thrusting his dick into my mouth, while I took him. Lewd sounds filled the room, together with the sound of me gagging on his dick.

I felt so good. Way too good.

When he was about to orgasm, he drew his dick out of my mouth, and released it on my tits, and face.

He cleaned off his release from my body, before carrying me and placing me back on the bed. His eyes held mine as he spread my legs wide, lining up his dick at my entrance. I held his gaze as he slowly eased his big dick into my pussy. I felt my walls stretching to accommodate him as he pushed into me. I felt a flicker of pain, before a wave of pleasure hit me. My hands grazed his back, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed further, igniting a fire I never thought I'd experience again.

He stopped when he was all the way in, looking down at me. "Are you alright? Does it hurt? You're so tight, you feel so good."

I nodded, shifting a little, so that he could thrust inside me more freely. "You can move now."

"Good girl. So tight and wet for me." He thrusted, going slow at first, before increasing the pace.

I held onto him, gripping the sheets as he roughly thrusted into me. I felt him in places I never knew existed in my body.

"Don't hide your moans from me. Let me hear you scream."

Obediently, I allowed the sound of my pleasure to mix with the sounds of skin slapping in the room.

I couldn't comprehend anything going on around me again, he was fucking me so good. It was pure ecstacy.

He pulled out and took a nipple in his mouth while rubbing my clit with his fingers.

"You like that, don't you?" You like me fucking you to oblivion? Maybe I should just put my seed inside you, so that everyone would know you are mine and mine alone."

That should have scared me off, but I couldn't think straight. "Yes, fuck me harder. Don't stop, please." I cried out in pleasure.

He picks up his pace with his fingers , squeezing and sucking my boobs, until I hit cloud nine.

We collapsed on his bed, breathing hard. Pulling me closer, he whispered into my ear. "Next time, you'll be on top. I want you to ride me senseless"

I immediately thought of my mother and scrambled to my feet, trying to gather what I could salvage from my clothes and slip into them. I never stayed after a good hot sex.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry but I have to go. Thank you for the sex. Keep the money".

And I was out the door and racing down the staircase.

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