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  Josh knew it was a stupid thing to do.

  No, a fucking ridiculous thing to do.

  This was Erica, for Christ’s sake.

  Sonja’s daughter.

  Maybe all grown up, but still his stepdaughter.

  Of course, he had never actually fucked her mother, which called into question the legality of their whole marriage. Which meant she was really nothing but a gorgeous young woman offering herself to him.

  His best friend’s daughter.

  And as she pushed up against him, moaning the sexiest, kittenish sounds he’d ever heard, Josh could feel the heat of her skin burn through the Santa costume, and it drove him wild.

  Wild enough for one of his hands to slide up her back, fingertips playing along the curve of her spine to tangle in her hair. She gasped at the sudden possessive ferocity and he pressed on, his tongue sliding in deep to feast on her sweetness, licking and swirling around. Drinking her in like a parched man’s first cup of water, needing to savour every drop, her flavour as sweet to him as the rarest wine, his very own fountain of Ambrosia.

  Lost in the taste of her, he didn’t notice they were moving until he felt the base of the bed knock against the back of his legs and send them tumbling to the mattress. He landed on his back and Erica astride him.

  Erica gasped at the sudden switch. Then, giggling playfully, she pulled back to look down at him stretched out across the bed beneath her. It was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. The image of her stepfather in his ruffled shirtsleeves, his usually immaculate sandy hair tousled and that boyishly handsome face glazed with the desire she’d so longed to see burning for her. She’d never seen him look like this before, his expression so raw and primitive, almost bestial as his lust-darkened eyes seemed to burn hot and fierce.

  It got her hot to see him looking so wild and dangerous, and she wanted to sear it into her memory. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, her heart fluttering like a robin redbreast in a cage at the thought of what was to come, she bent down and draped herself across him.

  “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Daddy,” she purred in his ear, her low silky tone sending a fresh shiver down Josh’s spine, making his cock swell and jerk within its prison as she kissed his nose, her hair tickling his cheek and making him groan softly at the tease of her touch.

  The sound gave Erica such a thrill. For all her outward confidence, she hardly dared to believe this was real, that this was Josh, her Stepdad, beneath her, allowing her to touch him this way.

  How long had she wanted it so?

  It wasn’t natural; she knew it. He’d been like a father to her.

  Like, but never was.

  Her father had never wanted her.

  Josh was nothing like her father.

  He was always there for her.

  For no other reason than he loved her.

  She would never meet another who could love her as Josh did. A love that was pure and selfless, totally and completely, and she wanted to make him happy. To give him that one thing he so dearly wanted.

  And now could never have.

  Erica had never understood what was wrong with her mother.

  How could she never have known how Josh felt about her?

  He'd practically had it written all over his face whenever he’d looked at her.

  Why had she never returned them?

  He deserved so much more.

  She wanted to give him that, be the wife he should have had.

  She wanted to be his wife, his lover, the mother of his children, and the woman he deserved.

  But first, she needed to prove she deserved him. She needed to prove she was worthy. And there was only one thing she could give to prove how much she loved him. So, she dropped a kiss on his jaw and swept her tongue along the ridge to tease the spot beneath his ear. Just the taste of him sent her desire into overdrive. Needing more, she kissed and nibbled his neck fervently, not even noticing when his hands came up and buried themselves in her hair.

  “Oh God Erica,” Josh moaned, his head rolling, exposing more flesh for her to attack oh, so sweetly, loving the feel of her luscious lips and her slick tongue on his skin.

  Bolstered by his sounds of pleasure, Erica pressed on before her nerve gave out. Fingering the buttons of his shirt, she spread the cotton open and swept down to explore the planes of his body with her mouth, learning the slope of his shoulder, the chiseled muscles that made up his arms and stomach. Her teeth tugged gently at his flat nipples. Addicted to the taste of him, she quickly lost herself in his rich flavour and the sounds of his soft panting breath and wanton groans.

  “Mmm... you like that, Daddy?” she purred, dipping her tongue into and around his belly button. Josh’s hips jerked up at the contact, his erection brushing her breast as he arched and groaned, pressing his head into the pillow. Feeling the heat of his desire, Erica looked down and contemplated the impressive bulge straining against his trousers, growing more and more evident as she edged her way down between his legs.

  “Mmm... so hard already?” With a trembling finger, she traced the outline of his cock through the fabric, marvelling at how big and hard it felt, even through his clothes.

  “Minx...” Josh hissed through gritted teeth, fisting and twisting the sheets against the feeling that he was about to cum in his shorts on his first date. Fuck, what was she doing to him?

  Though she delighted in the desperate, tightwire edge to his voice, Ericka took pity on him. Coyly licking her lips, she popped the button of his trousers before swallowing down the big knot of nerves in her throat as she tugged on his fly.

  Only for it to jump beneath her fingers as her stepfather’s fully engorged cock burst free of its prison to stand rampant before her eyes. Unbeknownst to her, whenever he had to get done up, Josh always went commando. The trousers were just way too confining. Not that she minded of course. Quite the contrary.

  Erica could only stare wide-eyed at Josh’s cock. Of course, she’d already seen her fair share of the male anatomy. She was a Manchester University student after all and as many of the male student body were as equally keen to show off their ‘equipment’ as the girls were to see it. However, she’d be willing to bet barely a fraction of all those young bucks would pack anything as big as the example standing before her.

  At the very least, he was a good ten inches and as thick as her fucking wrist! Captivated, needing to touch, to feel him, this new part of him, she reached out and ran her fingers up his cock, from a base buried in a light nest of dark hair to the tip, hot and slick. Feeling his heated skin pulse under her touch, she wrapped her fingers around him, amazed at the incredible heat and the silken texture stretched over something so hard. She squeezed and watched in fascination as Josh’s hips bucked, pearly drops flowing down his length. Leaning down, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue to the head of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum like a sex kitten in its saucer of milk. It tasted bitter sweet, but all her brain could register was that this was Josh’s, and for her that made it as divine as Devonshire cream.

  “Wa-wait, Erica you-you don’t have to... oh fuck...” Josh groaned, his head rolling back onto his shoulders as her hand started to jerk his cock.

  “Mmm... that’s it Daddy, just relax and enjoy your present.” Erica purred, blowing a soft breath across his sensitive flesh before swooping down to take his crown into her mouth.

  “Oh, fuck...” Josh hissed at the feeling, his back curving at the sensation of being enveloped in the lush heat. When her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, it was all he could do to keep his hands off her. “Er-Erica... yeah, yeah, just like that, just... like... oh fuck!”

  Erica couldn’t get enough of listening to her stepfather’s pleasure drunk groans and moans as she sucked him. It gave her such a thrill, such a sense of triumph, to know she had done this to him. It got her so fucking hot. She needed more and began bobbing her head, her mouth gliding up and down, each downstroke letting a little more of his length pass through
her lips.

  Helpless to do anything but lie there, Josh could only groan an indistinct sound somewhere between and a moan and a hiss. His flesh was so sensitive at that moment, he could feel every minimal movement of her tongue against his crest, and each time she inhaled, his cock swelled and pulsed until it felt ready to burst. That in turn only excited his stepdaughter further and by relaxing her throat, she took as much of his dick in as she could.

  “Oh God, Erica... fuck!”At the feeling of her taking him into her throat, Josh’s eyes rolled and this time he couldn’t stop himself from burying his hand into her bounty of dark tresses. When she moaned from his forcefulness, the vibrations traveled along his aching cock and almost pushed him to the point of no return.

  Erica sensed her stepfather’s orgasm drawing near. In her mind, she imagined him releasing his seed all over her, painting her face and body with his essence to mark and brand her as his. However, for now she wanted to taste him and, keeping her lips wrapped around his length, she sucked hard.

  “Oh fuck, Erica... w-wait... don’t suck so ha-ohh!” The long groan was the only warning before his hips bucked beneath her and a rush of hot cum flooded forth and down her throat as she worked to swallow as much as she could.

  Only when her mouth was almost overflowing did the flow finally slow to a few soft spurts of cream. Panting hard and skin shiny with perspiration, Josh slumped back onto the bed, black dots dancing before his eyes. Fuck, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come that hard.

  Watching him with a self-satisfied smile tugging at her lips, Erica quickly swallowed the last of his release before pulling away. Despite having just had an orgasm, his cock remained tall and proud as she rose to her feet. “So Daddy, are you ready for the rest of your present now?”

  Barely hearing her through the haze settling over his muddled brain, Josh forced his attention back down, just in time to watch her grab the fluffy hem of her Santa suit. Erica pulled it up to her midriff to reveal her long silky smooth legs, tight flat belly, and flared hips dressed with a white thong threaded with crimson silk.

  “This is all yours tonight, Daddy...”

  The sight made his mouth water. Then their eyes met, and she ever so slowly licked her lips as she hooked a finger beneath the front of her panties and tugged the garment to the side.

  “Mmm... you’ve always been so good to me, well now I’m here to return the favour...” she purred, her hand sliding down between her legs. Erica’s tongue snaked out to moisten her lips as her fingers made long, slow strokes through her folds to tease the needy pearl that stood swollen and erect, begging for attention. "Make love to me like your wife, or punish me as your little Christmas fuck toy. You can do whatever you want with me. I’m all yours, Daddy-"

  “Erica!” Josh moved like a tiger, tearing away his shirt and pushing off his trousers in a single bound. Erica made a sound that was half a scream, half a laugh as he seized her and threw to the bed. Then he was on her, caging her with his hard body and dragging the Santa suit up and over her head before back beneath him. Taking hold of her suit, he quickly pulled it over her head, leaving her in nothing but the soaked panties.

  God... she’s gorgeous!

  He gazed, drinking in the sight of her as if for the very first time. The tightness between his legs suggested his fully revived cock agreed.

  He’d always known she was beautiful, but until this moment, he had never seen her for what she was. Never seen her for the woman she was.

  Well, watching her suck him off then play with herself right there on his bed in front of him had certainly taken care of that. This wasn’t just Sonja’s daughter. This was a beautiful, wanton creature that wanted him.

  And damn it, he wanted her too.

  Erica stared up at him, her eyes wide and a little uncertain. This clearly wasn’t part of her plan. “D-daddy?”

  A growl rumbled in Josh’s throat. That blasted name again. Well, it was time to put a stop to that. Bending down, he looked her dead in the eye. “My name is Josh.”

  She swallowed hard and nodded. “Josh.”

  “Good girl,” he praised, his mouth brushing over hers in the merest ghost of a kiss before sweeping down to her neck.

  "Josh..." she gasped, curling beneath him, crushing herself against his hard torso as he nipped and sucked a lightning trail all the way down to the hollow of her throat. "Josh," she moaned again when one hand cupped her right breast, his thumb brushing and teasing her pebbled nipple until she couldn’t take any more. "Take me... please."

  “No, not yet...” Josh growled, his tone low and hungry with desire, brokering no argument. Then he was sliding down the length of her young, nubile body, dragging his tongue down the valley of her breasts to her abdomen and scattering butterfly kisses around her belly button, before rearing back up to her breasts, stinging and soothing one then the other with quick nips and licks.

  Erica was helpless against the sensual assault.

  “Oh God, please, Josh, stop teasing me,” she pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut against the storm he was stirring up inside her, but it did no good. The sensuous electricity that went zipping through her skin every time he tongued her nipple, making her tremble and writhe, was just too delicious. She couldn’t keep still.

  Which was just how Josh wanted her, and delighting how responsive she was, he abandoned his prize to bend down, trap the hem of her sodden panties between his teeth, and dragged them down and off her legs.

  The display sent a violent rush of desire through her before a sensuous moan flowed from her lips as she felt his tongue part her folds. “Josh... oh fuck!”

  Through the fog of sensation that was descending over her, Erica’s mind somehow registered that she could actually see him watching her from between her legs as he did such unspeakable things to her pussy, his eyes dark with carnal hunger burning in them as his mouth feasted on her, the very idea amplifying each stroke of his tongue as it swivelled through her creamy folds. Captivated by the sight, she couldn’t look away, but the intensity was all too much for her body, and her legs wrapped around his head and back, at once trying to block the site from view while refusing to let him end his assault.

  No sooner had she done so, however, his arms snaked their way around her thighs and wrenched them apart, away from his head, forcing her to watch him eat her pussy.

  The idea of it alone was beyond erotic and instinctively her hands buried themselves in his hair, fisting and tugging as he feasted on her, tonguing her cunt with long deep licks, before switching targets and suckling at her clit with a low rumbling hum.

  And just like that, her universe seemed to combust as the knot in her centre came undone in what she could only describe as the orgasm of the fucking century. Her sex clenched, her body arched, and squeezing her eyes shut against the storm as La petite mort swept her away.

  With the musky scent of her cream pervading his senses and turning his cock to iron, Josh had never been more ready to fuck in his life. Yet, as small and tight as she was, he knew he needed to be patient. He needed her to be ready, or else he would hurt her. He’d never hurt her.

  He’d waited for this for so long, he wouldn’t ruin it now. Not now, not when she was finally his. And she was his. If only for this one night. She was his, his wife, his Sonja.

  So it was only when he felt her come undone that he acted. Pulling free of her death grip and rising over her, took himself in hand and prepared to slide home.

  Blurry eyed and still trembling from the force of her climax, the first thing Erica noticed was the blur of Josh’s body looming over her. Then, piece by piece, he slid back into focus, and she realised he was smirking, obviously pleased with himself. Rightly so, in her opinion, the smug bastard had certainly paid her back, and she had to admit, the look suited him.

  Then she felt something hot brush over her clit, sending tingles sizzling outward, and her eyes shifted downward to see him aimed for penetration. Despite herself, she couldn’t help wondering if that
thing was actually going to fit inside her.

  He must have been able to sense her hesitation, however, because he paused, and that cocky grin faltered. "Erica, if you want to sto-"

  “No!” she gasped, fisting the bedspread, desperate and beyond caring about anything but feeling him sinking balls deep. “Do it! I need your cock... please... I’m ready... I’ve never been more ready... stick it in and fuck me with your big, perfect co-oh!”

  One quick push was all it took for his broad crest to part her folds and press home. Erica’s back curled at the feeling, her eyes going wide and her hips bucked up to meet his.

  “Fuck... Erica...” Josh panted, trying to push down the urge to cum right then and there. Somewhere, deep down in the forgotten halls of his head, he knew he should wait, give her time to adjust before pressing on, but he wasn’t sure he would last that long. He couldn’t help himself. She was just so fucking slick and snug. He needed to feel her cunt wrapped around him.

  And Erica was right there with him. She loved the feeling of him filling her, of being stretched and stuffed, of having him inside her. It was everything she’d imagined, and so much more. She wanted more. More of these feelings, this ecstasy. It was like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. She was sharing a level of intimacy with someone she never thought possible to reach. And she loved every fucking second of it.

  “Oh God... Josh... yes... that’s it... Mmm... feels so good...” she panted, her head rolling back as her body opened up and took everything he had to give. Yet just when she felt ready to burst, his hands were seizing the back of her knees and hiking them up onto his shoulders as he leaned over her. Then he started circling his hips, pulling out, then driving back home hard, setting off supernovas in her core. “Oh, fuck... Oh my God... So big... Oh fuck... Fuck... Fuck me... Fuck me...”

  Josh loved hearing her say such dirty words. For him, there was nothing sexier than a posh bird talking dirty. And his little Erica was the poshest bird there was. A proper little London socialite, the cream of an expensive English education. Yet here she was. Spread out beneath him, naked and begging for it like a greedy little sex kitten.