TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 12

ANATOMY LESSONS WITH STEPDAUGHTER:

She leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulders.

Angel leaned forward, her long hair brushing against my thighs like silk. She looked at the tip of my cock as if she were inspecting a rare gem. I could hear her heart beating against her ribs. I reached out, my fingers tangling into her hair, guiding her closer. I was done being the “good” stepfather.

“Go on, Angel,” I whispered, with a voice that was clouded with my own pleasure and mischief. “You said you wanted to know the difference. You wanted to see the end of the lesson. This is how it ends.”

She hesitated for only a second. Then, she opened her mouth. I watched, my vision blurring with heat, as her pink tongue darted out. She just touched the very tip of me at first, a light, testing lick.

“It’s salty,” she whispered, sounding surprised. “And it’s so smooth. It’s not like skin anywhere else.”

“That’s because it’s sensitive,” I groaned, my hips giving a small, hungry jerk. “It feels everything, Angel. Every time your tongue touches it, it’s like a shock to my whole system. Do you want to see how much I

can feel?”

She didn’t answer with words. She leaned in and took the head into her mouth. She was clumsy, her teeth glancing off me for a second, but she adjusted quickly. She started to suck, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to understand the shape of me.

“Mmmpphh!”

The sound she made was muffled, but the vibration sent a wave of pure fire through my gut. I gripped her hair tighter, not to pull her away, but to hold her there. Ahhh, fuck. This girl will be the end of me.

I started to move, pushing myself into her mouth in a slow and steady rhythm.

“Yes… oh God, Angel… just like that,” I panted. I looked down, watching her. The sight was the most forbidden thing I had ever seen. My nineteen–year–old stepdaughter, kneeling between my naked legs in the living room, my cock buried deep in her mouth while a cartoon animal sang a happy song on the TV behind her.

“Ahhhh, yes… ohhh, fuck… mnnnn, yes, Angel… ohhh…”

She got bolder. She started to use her hands again, wrapping them around the base while her mouth worked the top. She was trying to fit more of me in, her eyes watering as she pushed her limits. She was so focused on being a “good student,” so intent on finishing the job I had assigned her.

“Ahhh… yes… you’re doing so well,” I praised. “You’re a natural at this, Angel. So much… ah… better than those girls in the locker rooms.”

She pulled her mouth off briefly. “Daddy, is the pain going away?” she asked.

“It’s almost gone,” I lied, my breath hitching as she went back down on me. “But there’s still so much tension left. You have to keep going. You have to make me let go.”

She worked me for several minutes, the only sound in the room being the wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth and my heavy, jagged breathing. I was right on the edge. I could feel the pressure in my spine turning into an explosion.

Damn… fuck… yes… ahhhh… ohhhhhh, fuck…

“Angel… wait… I’m going to…”

I tried to pull back, but she wouldn’t let me. She gripped my thighs with her small hands, pinning me to the sofa. She looked up at me, her eyes locked on mine, challenging me. 1

much more relaxed now.”

“Yes, I do. I told you. It was a reward.”

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