Your Dad Will Do (A Touch of Taboo)

Shane keeps thrusting as if he’s got nowhere better to be than balls deep inside me. “I like watching my cock disappear into your pussy while that plug teases about how full your ass is. It feels good to be full, doesn’t it, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I moan.

His voice is pure sin. “Almost like being fucked by two cocks.” He spreads my cheeks and then he’s shifting the plug, easing it in and out of me. “But you don’t get two cocks, my little slut. You get mine, and it will be enough because I’m your fucking Daddy.”

I’m writhing on his cock with nowhere to go. “Please fuck my ass. Please.”

And then the plug is gone and he’s easing out of me. He presses something to my hand and I blink at the wand vibrator. “Use this when I tell you.” He urges my hips up. “Relax.”

“You relax when you’re about to have a giant cock in your ass,” I mutter.

He gives my ass a light slap and then he’s spreading lube all over me. I instinctively tense as the feeling of the broad head of his cock. Shane smooths one hand over my hip and up my back. “Relax, baby girl. Trust me.”

I try to obey. I expect pain as the head of his cock eases past my entrance, and it does burn a bit, but it’s nowhere near the level I thought it would be. I shift a little and Shane’s hand tightens on my hip. “Easy.”

“More,” I demand.

He eases in a bit more and gives a slow, short thrust. “We good?”

I didn’t expect to like this. I really didn’t. I should know better by now. It’s completely different than when he’s in my pussy, but it feels weirdly good. “More,” I say again.

“Use the vibrator.”

It takes me a second to get it on and then I position the broad head of it against my clit. “Oh fuck.”

“Mmm.” He has both hands on my ass now, holding me open as he slowly penetrates me. “We’re almost there, baby girl. You feel so fucking good.”

“You do, too.” I have to fight not to writhe. “I’m going to come with your cock in my ass like a little slut, aren’t I?”

Shane’s hips meet my ass and he exhales slowly. “Yes. That’s exactly what you’re going to do.” He bears me down to the mattress, his big body covering mine. He kisses the back of my neck, my shoulder, my spine. “You are so fucking perfect, Lily. I said you were a gift, but that doesn’t begin to cover it.” He starts to fuck my ass. It’s nowhere near as rough as he’s been literally every time we’ve had sex, but it feels like I’m being invaded over and over again. I flick the vibrator onto a stronger setting and moan.

“Make me come, Daddy.”

“Make yourself come,” he snaps.

I can’t help moving, can’t help thrusting back onto his cock as the vibrator presses against my clit. I want to do more than submit. I want to fuck him right back. “Oh god, Shane. You feel so good. Oh, fuck.”

“Say it.” He sounds like the devil himself on my shoulder. “You know you want to, baby girl. Say it again.”

I don’t even hesitate. I’m too out of my mind with pleasure. “I love you!”

He thrusts harder into my ass. “Again.”

“I love you.” And then I’m coming so hard I’m sobbing.

Shane presses me hard down on the vibrator. “Don’t stop.” He eases out of my ass and I whine even as I shift the setting down to a more rumbling vibration, too needy to stop yet. I listen to him walk into the bathroom. I rub myself on the vibrator, feeling absolutely out of control. My entire being boils down to more, more, more.

I don’t even hear him come back. One second I’m working on teasing another orgasm from myself and the next I’m flipped onto my back and the vibrator is ripped from my hands. Shane turns it off and tosses it aside. He looks down at me and strokes my throbbing clit with his thumb. “Say it again, Lily.”

But I’m not on the edge the same way I was before. I bite my bottom lip. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He braces himself over me and rubs the head of his cock over my clit. “We both know it means everything.”

Fear is almost enough to derail me, but that wicked feeling of the head of his cock against my clit makes it impossible to grasp. “Shane, please.”

He pulls me up and fists the fabric of my wadded up dress, using it to guide me to straddle him, facing away. I ease down onto his cock and moan. “This position feels really good.”

“I know it does.” He keeps a tight hold on my dress, the fabric digging into my skin. “Ride me, Lily. Now.”

I move slow, testing out all the angles. And then I look back over my shoulder and find his gaze glued on my ass. “You like what you see.”

“I love what I see.” He urges me up and slams me back down. “Focus. Make yourself come, baby girl. You know you can go again.”

I don’t even question it. I brace my hands on his big thighs and work myself up and down his cock. “You feel so fucking good. I want you to come and fill me up.” I moan. “Fuck, I want you to come all over me.”

Shane shifts behind me, sitting up and dragging us back so he can lean against the headboard. He grips my throat lightly with one hand and presses his other to my clit. Not stroking. Letting me grind against him each time I move on his cock. “Next time you suck my cock,” he growls in my ear. “Next time I’m going to come all over your pretty face. Or maybe I’ll come on your breasts.”

“Yes.” I’m mindlessly working myself onto his cock. More, more, more. I need more. I don’t even care. I feel so fucking dirty, so filthy, so fucking cherished when I’m with him. I don’t understand it, but I can’t stop.

I barely register the squeaky step of the stairs. The sound of footsteps in the hallway.

I lean back hard on Shane. I’m so close. So fucking close, and this feels even bigger than the last few. Like it might actually kill me, but what a way to die. “Your cock is so big, Daddy. I’m going to come all over it.”

And that’s when my ex appears in the doorway. We didn’t bother to shut the door when we came upstairs, so he’s just there. I meet Max’s eyes as I’m impaled on his father’s cock. I don’t know if Shane sees him, but it doesn’t matter.

I don’t stop.

I hold Max’s gaze as I let my orgasm take me. I come so hard, I shriek, my hips jerking and shamelessly rubbing against Shane’s hand. Through it all, my ex watches with wide eyes. It’s only when I finally slump back against Shane that he curses. “Get the fuck out of here, Max.”

Max takes a step back. “Yeah. Uh.” His gaze skates over my mostly-naked body like he’s never seen me before. “I’m going to go.”

Shane lets my dress drop to cover my hips and yanks the straps up over my shoulders. As if Max hasn’t seen me naked more times than I can count. “Out!” he thunders.

Max finally manages to move, turning and disappearing out of the doorway.

I have the absurd urge to laugh. “Guess we don’t need the video after all.” I sound strange and tinny to my own ears. This started as a revenge fuck, but actually being caught feels really weird. Not good. Just… I don’t even know.

Shane eases me off his cock and tucks himself away. “I’ll go talk to him.”

That shatters some of my eerie calm. “No, I’ve got it.”

He hesitates. “Lily…”

“I’ve got it,” I repeat. I climb to my feet on shaking legs and head downstairs. I appreciate that Shane wants to take this bullet for me, but I’m the one who initiated this weekend, and I’m an adult. I can handle a conversation with my ex.

Even if it’s a conversation while my pussy is still throbbing from fucking his father for two days straight.

I half-expect Max to be gone, but he’s standing in the kitchen with his hands braced on the counter. He barely looks at me as I walk through the door. “Are you happy now? Are we even?”

“Are we even? How can you even ask me that?” I wrap my arms around my waist. “How many times did you cheat on me, Max? With how many women?”

His face flushes red. “Look, I’m not proud of that, but you just fucked my dad.”

“Yeah. I did.”

He looks away. “How am I supposed to know that this didn’t start before we broke up?”

Hurt lashes me, flaying away what little guilt I feel. “Because, unlike you, I was faithful. I’m not going to apologize. You hurt me when I found you with her, when you just let me walk away and things ended so shitty. I wanted to hurt you back.”

“So you fucked my dad.”

I give a vicious little smile. “You’re not the only one who calls him Daddy now.”

“Jesus, Lily.” He shakes his head, looking like he can’t decide whether to laugh or start screaming at me. He finally straightens. “You know what? I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I’m sorry.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “I am sorry. I didn’t want things to go like this. I don’t know where we got so twisted.”

This isn’t a conversation to have in Shane’s kitchen, but I also want it over. This is the clean break that was denied me for four agonizing days while I waited for Max to call and he never did. Better to have it now and move on with our lives. I lift my chin. “We weren’t working. We never should have gotten engaged.”

“I know,” he says softly, still not quite looking at me. “It just seemed like it was the next logical step. I don’t even know if I realized something was missing until I met Jessica and—” He flinches. “It doesn’t make what I did right.”

“No,” I agree. “It doesn’t.”

His gaze tracks to the ceiling where we can hear Shane’s footsteps. “I can’t believe you fucked my dad.”

I can’t believe I want to do more than fuck him. I don’t say it. It’s barely something I’m allowing myself to comprehend. It’s sure as hell not something for Max to know one way or another. “I’ll box up your stuff and you can pick it up on Friday.” I walk to where my purse sits on the counter and dig out the ring. It’s a pretty piece of jewelry, but looking at it now, it’s just another red flag. I never would have picked out a princess cut on a plain band for myself. “Here.”

He stares at it a long time and finally takes it. “You’re being remarkably chill right now.”

“Max.” I wait for him to look at me. “You just found me fucking your father. I think I can afford to be a little chill.” It won’t last. No matter how clean the break, how necessary, it still hurts. A lot.

He grimaces. “Yeah, well, I’m just not going to think about that too hard.” Max hesitates. “Is it just this weekend, or—”

“That’s really none of your business.”

He opens his mouth, seems to reconsider, and finally nods. “I guess it isn’t my business any more, is it?”

“Bring my stuff with you when you come to get your box of shit.”

“Sure.” He lifts his hands like he wants to hug me and stops. “Fuck, this is weird. I’m sorry. I can’t say it enough.”

Not sorry enough to have broken up with me like a normal person who’s finished with a relationship. Not sorry enough to talk to me about how unhappy he obviously was. Not sorry enough stop himself from fucking another woman while he was still engaged to me.

I draw myself up. “I think you should leave now.”

“Yeah. Right. Okay.” He drags his gaze over me one last time. “See you around, Lily.”

“No, Max. You won’t.” I hold perfectly still as I listen to him walk down the hall and out the front door. I wait a few more moments before I slump against the counter. “Fuck.”

Somehow, I keep moving. I walk into the living room and pick up my phone. It’s still recording, which answers the question I hadn’t quite been able to bring myself to ask. Shane didn’t orchestrate this. It was sheer dumb luck that brought Max here on a morning that started out with us pretending he’d catch us. I give a broken little laugh. “God, I’m so fucked up.”

“Lily.”

I look up to find that Shane’s completely dressed again. He looks down the hallway, and I answer his unspoken question. “He left. I gave him the ring back.”

He crosses to me slowly, as if I’m a deer in danger of being spooked. “Are you okay?”

“I got what I wanted, I guess.” My chest feels too tight. “Revenge. Except he didn’t really care, after his first shock, so it’s pretty shitty revenge. He’s still going back to her. We’re still over. He’s not going to be crying over me while he’s with his new girlfriend.” I hold up a hand before he gets too close. “I know I’m deep in the self-pity stage. Let me have it.”

“I didn’t say anything.” But he has a strange look on his face. “Lily… What if we didn’t stop?”