EroticReverie

Aubrey

"make it hurt, make it hurt daddy" I whine as Darren teases me, smirking down at me, one hands clenched in my hair, pulling it back, the other wrapped along my jaw.

"such a good girl Aubrey...do you know what a good girl you when you're bad for Daddy?" he groans and I moan, because he made me so fucking wet the way he looked at me. He made me so fucking wet with the things he said. Wet with how he indulged in the bad parts of my past with me. Maybe it was wrong, but it was MY past...it was my choice to choose how I felt about it. We both knew what happened to me was fucked up, how many of her boyfriends had decided to help themselves to me. They took that choice from me, so I'd make my own choices now, about what to do with the ones that were taken from me. 

I knew my sex drive was in part due to what happened. Daddy issues ontop of abuse issues. It could go one way or the other. I could shut down completely, or take back my ownership of my body and do whatever the hell I wanted. I'd never tell my mother what happened. Because a part of me was afraid she already knew. That she knew....and did nothing to stop it. I didnt hate my mother....but I blamed her. I blamed her whether she knew or not. Maybe that's why I continue to fuck Darren. Maybe that's why I want what's hers. Because I've always had what was hers, whether I wanted it or not. 

"hurt me" I whimper. "hurt me, please" 

Darren groans and starts to move his hips faster, and my hands push at the counter as I push back against his cock, my ass slapping against his hips. 

"yeah, you gonna fuck me?" he asks and stops moving his hips, my ass moving still, as I fuck his cock and moan as he keeps my head tilted back and I groan. 

"You gonna fuck Daddy's dick Aubrey?" he asks, pushing a kiss to the edge of my hair on my forehead. I close my eyes and nearly cry. 

"Yes Daddy" i answer. 

His mouth moves, kissing my temple.

"you feel so fucking perfect" he mutters under his breath with a groan. 

"god damn, it's so good" he groans and I keep moving, pushing my ass back, my pussy working his cock all on my own. 

"fuck daddy like a big girl, that's it" he mutters, then keeps kissing the side of my head and I whimper. 

I couldnt handle it like this. I couldnt handle him when he tried to be sweet while also being dirty. 

"stop kissing me like that" I whimper and try to move my head, but he holds it back. 

"Dont tell me how to fucking kiss you" he says and kisses my cheek and then turns my head , and kisses my mouth. 

"I'll kiss you however the fuck I want" he groans and then pushes inside of me, and pins me to the side of the counter between him and the side of it. 

"You're Daddy's fuckin girl Aubrey, and he's gonna kiss your pretty face and your sweet mouth while his girl puts that sweet cunt all up and down his cock" he groans and bites my lip and I moan. 

"I cant wait till tomorrow night" he groans. 

I whimper, clenching around his cock. 

"It's been so long since I've gotten to fall asleep inside this pussy" he says and kisses me softly. 

"darren" I plead. I needed him to stop.

"I'm going to make love to you all night baby, Daddys gonna show his girl how much he's missed having her alone all night...fucking her and making love to her wherever he wants in this house....screwing his pretty little girl, in her pretty little pussy as much as he wants....fucking that pussy so good for my little girl" he groans and I moan. 

"darren" I plead again. 

"Tomorrow night, you're gonna be cumming so fucking hard on this dick Aubrey....with the way i make love to this pussy" he groans and I whimper. 

"please" I cry. 

"shhhh" he whispers and then grabs my hair and I groan as his hips starts to move, and he starts to fuck me again. 

We've only a few nights where my mother has been gone, leaving us to our own devices. Fucking all over his house...our house....like it was just him and me...like my mother didnt live here too....fucking and making love all over every fucking surface and kissing each other till our lips hurt. 

It's not that I didnt like those times. It's just that, when he was dirty, when he was rough, it was easier to process. It was what I always knew before him. Even when I'd willing let guys have me, they were always hard and rough. So when Darren would give it to me slow....or take his time....when he'd fuck me so fucking perfectly that it brought tears to my eyes more than once...it was too hard to process the feelings that came with it. 

It was easier to fuck him. It was easier to have him fuck me like all the others did. IT fucked with my head too much to feel him touch me too gently or slip into me and out of me like I was something breakable. 

"hurt me...you said youd make it hurt" I whine, tears starting to fill my eyes. 

I didnt understand Darren. I didnt understand how he could get off to what was done to me and still make sure I knew how much he truly wanted me. It stopped being more than raunchy, depraved sex, months ago. He started to steal kisses more than he stole a quick grab of my ass. He started to steal more hugs around the corner from my mother in the other room, hugs that were more intimate than a step father and step daughter should have.  Holding me like he should hold my mother. Kissing me softly and telling me how pretty I was. There were still the stolen blow jobs with my mother in the other room, the quick fucks whenever she wasnt home, or was home but in another room. The filth was still there, but now there was more. And I wanted it all. But now...with their wedding getting closer...knowing i felt these things, while he was about to marry her.....it was fucking with my head. Id rather just be used. Id rather he just treat me the way the other guys she dated did. Nothing more than a fuck toy to him. It'd be easier for me to swallow that pill than the one he was currently shoving down my fucking throat with each day their wedding got closer.

Darren slids a hand over my sweater, grabbing my breast through it as he pushes his nose against my neck, kissing it as he thrusts into me.

"god, i fucking love you" he exhales.

My eyes shut and I shake as I whimper and he nudges his nose against my ear. 

"hurt me" I cry. 

"isnt that what im doing?" he asks and kisses my neck.

"Hurting you with how much I fucking love you?" he asks and then gently kisses below my ear and I tily my head towards him and try to stop him. 

"stop" 

"no" he says and then grabs hair and pulls my head to the side and kisses on my neck and I beg him to stop.

"stop...please" i cry as his thrusts slow again and he hums against his neck.

"it's so good it fucking hurts, doesnt it baby?" he whispers and wraps his arm around my torso. 

"It hurts so good, doesnt it Aubrey?" he groans and licks my neck and then kisses it. 

"please stop" I beg, tears slipping down my cheeks.

"never" he whispers. 

"I'll never stop....i can't stop" he breathes against my ear. 

"I cant stop" he repeats.