Trailer Park Virgin (4 page)

“
W
hat are you doing
?” I growl, not liking what I’m seeing in front of me.

Gracie turns at my words, her face lighting up, but the smile quickly drops when she sees my expression. Dad and I both switched our shifts a little, not wanting Gracie to be at home alone without us as much as possible. I’d be going in earlier now, but getting home sooner, and Dad would go in later so he could be with her in the mornings.

It seems we had the right idea. We weren’t the only ones who had noticed Gracie wasn’t so little anymore, and dipshits like Cody from two trailers down were going to try and make a move. That wasn’t fucking happening. She’s ours.

“Hey, Ty. Gracie was just letting me borrow some sugar.” He reaches out and runs a finger down her bare arm. “Weren’t you, little Gracie?”

I’m on him instantly, my hand around his throat as I drop him to the floor. His head hits the linoleum so fucking hard I’m sure he has to be seeing stars.

I hear Gracie gasp from behind me, probably shocked by my act of rage. I’ve never had reason to get mad before, but I’m making it fucking clear that only Dad and I can ever touch her. We’ve been waiting years for her to be ours.

I lean in real close next to his ear, not wanting Gracie to hear what I’m going to say as he tries to pry my hand away from his throat. I only dig my fingers in deeper, knowing there’s going to be a nice fucking bruise for everyone around here to see.

“You so much as fucking look at her and I’ll make sure no one ever sees you again. There’re a whole lot of woods around here, and I got no problem digging a fucking hole to drop you in.”

He just keeps choking at my words, trying to get oxygen.

“Nod your head if you get me.”

He jerkily nods his head fast.

“Now I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to get the fuck out of here and spread the word real wide. No. One. Touches. Our. Gracie.” I bellow the last words, wanting Gracie to hear that part.

I release him and he jumps up, high-tailing it out of the house, the front door slamming behind him. I get up off the floor and turn to see Gracie, wide-eyed and backed up into the corner next to the kitchen sink.

I take her in. She’s breathing a little heavily and that half-panicked look is still on her face. I go to her, lifting her up and sitting her ass on the edge of the counter.

“You always let people in our home when we aren’t here?”

“No, I-I.” She stumbles over her words. “I was just trying to be friendly. It was just Cody, and he said he needed some sugar for his coffee.”

“He wanted what was ours,” I tell her, leaning down so I’m in her space. “No one gets in here but us.”

I slide my hand up under her dress.

“Who does this belong to?” I move her panties to the side as I stroke her clit with my finger. Her head falls back and she moans.

I move my mouth to her neck. “Tell me whose pussy this is, Grace,” I push, this time biting into her neck, wanting to leave a mark on her. She jerks against me, pressing herself more into my hand. Trying to get my fingers where she wants them.

“The McCains’. It belongs to the McCains.” I love the way she says it, like she’s begging. God, we got to make her a McCain, too. Fill her with a few McCain babies to keep her planted right here where she belongs.

“Damn right it is. And this cock is yours. All yours, baby. Isn’t it? Only you get to milk release from it. Only you get it hard.”

“Yes. Please,” she begs.

“And you’ll take care of it whenever I tell you to, won’t you? Drop to your knees and suck me off, or bend over and show me that pussy until I get what I want. Until you’re dripping with me.”

She reaches for the fly of my jeans, but I grab her hands to stop her. A pleading look hits her face. I can tell she’s needy for it.

“I’m going to fuck you on this floor, and you’re going to scream my name over and over again until you lose your voice and I finally get rid of this hard-on I’ve had all day thinking about coming home to you. Then everyone in this fucking neighborhood will know that Gracie’s pussy belongs to the McCains and to stay the fuck away from it.”

I don’t wait for a response. I pull her off the kitchen counter and lay her out on the floor. I flip her dress up and rip her panties from her body before undoing my belt and zipper, freeing my cock while I fall on top of her.

Reaching between us, I guide myself inside and thrust home. Using my free hand, I rip at the top of her dress until one of her tits slips free, and I suck it into my mouth as I rut back and forth. I don’t even care that I’m still fully clothed. I need this. After seeing someone else touch her, I want to mark her, remind her who she belongs to.

I can’t tell you how many hours I fucked her on the kitchen floor. It wasn’t until I could barely move that I slipped my cock free of her, a stream of my cum running out with it. The sight had my cock, which had finally gone down, jerking a little in satisfaction.

I pulled her off the floor and carried her to the bathroom.

“I have to make Daddy dinner,” she mumbles, resting her head against my shoulder, making me smile.

“I’ll make him something. I’m going to clean you up, then you’re going to take a nap. Dad’s gonna be pissed when he finds out about Cody, and you’re going to have to make it up to him.”

W
arm lips wrap
around my cock, and I feel the whole thing being swallowed into a mouth. I moan and stretch my legs, feeling the head of my dick bump into something as a wet little tongue comes out to barely flick my balls.

I smile to myself with my eyes closed and reach down to grip Gracie’s hair, holding her down on my cock and making her swallow around me.

After a second I let go of her, and she comes off my cock, crawling up to me.

“You sneaking in my room again, baby?”

She reaches down between us, grabbing my cock and sliding it to her soaked pussy.

“You were supposed to be sleeping with Ty tonight. Why are you sneaking in here, getting me all hard? You horny?”

She slides down my dick, taking all of it easily, and my hand goes up to rub on her big pregnant belly.

“I woke him up, too.” She blushes, and I feel her needy pussy clench around my cock.

She’s so fucking horny lately, being as pregnant as she is. It’s a good thing she’s got two hard cocks always ready to please her.

“Go ahead, baby. Ride Daddy and get it all out of your system.”

My cock is pretty much a toy for her to fuck when she gets like this. She’ll ride me all night if I let her.

Normally she sleeps with Ty, but she’ll sneak in here with me sometimes, saying she wants Daddy. Ever since she got pregnant we’ve been having to fuck her twice as much as we did before, and it’s been heaven.

Her tight cunt drips as it moves up and down my cock, and I look down to see where we’re connected. It’s still dark out, but I can see my cock glistening with her need, and the thick veins in my dick strain from fucking her so much.

I keep my big hand on her belly as she bobs up and down, cumming on me over and over. It takes barely a touch to get her to go off now, and I just lie there, letting her get off.

“Poor needy cunt,” I say, smiling up at her. “Get off again and then suck me off, Gracie. You started with your mouth and that’s how you're going to finish it.”

She clenches around me and cums again, this time seating herself fully on my cock and pulsing around it. “Daddy,” she moans and rubs her pussy juices all over me.

After a second she lifts up and moves down to my cock. I put my arms behind my head, and I watch her lick up the mess she made as she jacks me off.

“I said suck it, baby.”

She smiles up at me as she opens her mouth, taking all of me to the back of her throat. It takes only a few seconds before I’m fucking into her mouth and cumming. She drinks me down quickly, not spilling a drop, and it feels so fucking good getting drained by her sweet little mouth.

When she’s finished, she climbs up my body and lies on top of me as best as she can with her belly. I rub my hands up and down her side, over her baby bump, and then to her breasts.

“You wanna sleep with me tonight, or you going back to Ty?”

She moves her hips to where my cock is pressed to her opening again.

“Gracie.” It’s a warning. I know what she’s trying to do. She’s trying to sneak in another fuck.

“Daddy,” she whispers, and my cock jerks in response. I won’t deny her what she needs, and this is one of those nights when she just needs dick inside her the whole time.

“Alright. But one more and then you’re going to sleep. You need your rest. For the baby, too,”

She sits up and smiles at me, straddling my cock once again. I hear the bedroom door open and Ty is standing there, sleepily rubbing his eyes. He’s as hard as I am, and I know she’ll be happy he’s “up.”

Gracie doesn't break stride as she keeps fucking me, her wet pussy making sucking sounds as she presses down on the base of my cock and then pops back up.

“I’m ready, sis, when you’re done.”

Her cunt grips onto me at his words.

“Greedy little pussy is wanting all the cock tonight. Aren’t you, baby girl?”

She tilts her head back, her big swollen titties bouncing as she rides me. I see a couple drops of milk drip down from them, and I can’t help leaning up and sucking her fat nipple in my mouth. The sweet taste of milk hits my tongue and I cum hard inside her. Fuck, it’s fast and fierce, but I can’t hold back. Her hands grip me closer to her as she pulses around me and cums on my dick.

I take my mouth away from her nipple and fall back on the bed. “Jesus Christ, that milk is so fucking sweet.” Reaching up, I swipe up another drop off with my thumb and stick it in my mouth. “Go ahead and take care of Ty, baby. You’re a good girl.”

She smiles as she slides off my cock and turns to go follow her brother into the other room. But before she exits, she comes back and leans over me, giving me a kiss with tongue. Just as she pulls away, she leans down and whispers in my ear. “I’ll be back, Daddy.”

I laugh and spank her bottom as she runs out giggling and jumps into Ty’s arms.

I reach down and rub my cock, and wait.

I
shouldn't want him
, but I do.

I've got one week to get through until my eighteenth birthday, and then I'll be free to go. All I've got to do is keep my hands off my new step-dad, Bruce. But that's easier said than done.

I
shouldn't want her
, but I do.

I can't remember the last time I touched a woman. Hell, I can't remember the last time I touched myself. But ever since little Sophie showed up, I can't think of anything but claiming her.

Forbidden love and secret obsessions will have you begging for the climax.

W
arning
: You can beg all you want...Bruce won't be forced.

“
W
hat am
I supposed to do with a seventeen-year-old girl?” I asked, leaning forward, placing my elbows on the desk. “I’ve never even met the girl.” It’s been a long fucking week and now this. I can feel the tension snaking up my spine, which I’m sure will lead to a massive headache that will fuck up my whole day.

“You’re now her legal guardian, so you better figure out what you’re going to do with her,” Jim, a junior associate at the firm informs me. I have the urge to throw him out of my office or just fire his ass, but this isn’t his fault. This was my own doing. I knew Debra, my ex-wife, had a daughter, but I’d never met her in the two years that we were married. Hell, I barely knew Debra outside of a working environment. Sure, we were married, but it wasn’t your typical marriage.

I was racking my brain, trying to remember everyone who attended. The funeral actually looked like a work meeting more than anything. The small group in attendance was made up of people she worked with and a few clients. I don’t know why I didn’t notice that before. No friends or family showed up, only other lawyers from the firm, but it made sense, neither she nor I had lives outside of this office.

Debra’s father, Steven, had passed last year, and he was the only family member I’d ever met of hers. Steven used to be a senior partner at the firm before I took his place. The thought of Debra’s daughter not being at her mother’s funeral never crossed my mind. Debra only talked about her daughter a handful of times in the five years I knew her. I can’t even recall a time when she went to visit her, and I know her daughter never came to our penthouse.

“When will she be arriving?” I ask while pulling up today’s itinerary on my computer. My schedule, as usual, is a mess and completely full.

Ever since making senior partner and taking over Steven’s caseload, I work fifteen-hour days. He’s the reason I’m in this situation now and having to become a guardian. It should’ve been him taking in a seventeen-year-old girl. She’s was his granddaughter, after all. But now that he’s gone, I’m the only one who’s left.

It hasn’t helped that we haven't picked a new lawyer to take Debra’s place at the firm since she died. She’s only been gone six weeks, but someone needs to be hired fast. She carried a giant workload on her own, and even distributing it amongst the staff, it’s more than we can handle on top of our own cases.

I met Debra when I joined the firm fresh out of graduate school. She had already been with them for years. Her father was a senior partner, so it was a no brainer what law firm she wanted to make partner at. I always knew there was no other firm I wanted to work for. I’d only heard great things about the place, it was known to be the best and my own father really pushed me into joining them. He and Steven had gone to college together, but my father went politics, something I had no desire to do.

After I walked in the door, we both made strides to get to the top. She’d already been trying for years but wasn't making much progress. Case after case, we always got paired together. We were both dedicated and worked hard for years, earning our chops and making a name for ourselves. But Debra was constantly passed over for promotions because of her sex and because of her name.

If she was given a promotion it always looked like it was favoritism, so instead the bump would go to me. This frustrated both of us, as we were both friends and colleagues and each giving more than one hundred percent. It’s never fair being a woman in this line of work, and after a few years, we hit a roadblock.

The firm decided to create a new opening for a partner and I was being groomed to take it. I knew that Debra deserved it as much as I did, but I wasn’t sure what to do. Then one day Steven took Debra and me aside and we came up with a plan.

After I moved into my new role as partner, Steven would retire. The kicker was, he would only retire after Debra and I got married. After the license was signed, he would then set his retirement in motion.

Once the ink was dry, and with help from another founding partner, we had the majority vote and were able to secure Debra a spot in the firm as Steven’s replacement. Everybody won. Steven knew his family name was secure in the company, and his daughter wouldn’t have to worry about her future at the firm.

I was a workaholic already and didn’t have a social life outside of work. When I did find myself out for the evening, women were just attracted to the suit and the money. Women made things messy and complicated, and I didn’t need either in my life. Debra and I both had the same motivation and drive, and neither of us had time for love. Our arrangement was the perfect, until Debra suddenly passed away, leaving me to pick up all the pieces of their family. A family that wasn’t even really mine.

“She’ll be here tomorrow. She’s packing up the rest of her stuff from the boarding school today. She graduated last weekend,” Jim says, shaking me from my thoughts.

“I’m just supposed to take in a girl I’ve never met and let her live with me?” I snap, still agitated and taking it out on Jim. What the fuck do I know about raising a young girl, or even making a home for one? I knew nothing about family.

“The girl does have a trust fund.”

“It’s not about the money. Can’t she just stay at the boarding school? She turns eighteen in a week. Legally she won’t need a guardian after that, and I’m sure she can find her own place before she starts college in the fall. She’s going to college right?”

I bring up tomorrow's schedule. Fucking hell, I have a dinner meeting I can’t miss with one of the firm's biggest clients.

“I’m not sure of her plans for college, but as for the next week she’s solely your responsibility. Do with her what you wish.”

My cock jerks at his offhand comment.
Do with her what you wish.
As if she’s mine.

Apparently I need to get laid. I’m getting hard at the idea of owning some young thing that doesn't know what to do with a dick. I rub my eyes and try to think of the last time I had sex.

Debra and I might have been married, but we never shared more than a quick embrace for public events. All I’ve had to get me off over the years is my hand. While we were married, the last thing I needed was some scandal about how our nuptials were a sham or that I was cheating. After her father passed, we talked about getting a divorce, but we never got around to it with our busy schedules.

We never planned for anything in the event of something happening to either of us, and now I’m a widower...and apparently a stepfather.

Well, I guess I’m a stepfather for the next week or so. I can handle her for a week. I can keep busy while she stays in the condo. I’m never there anyway, and how hard can it really be? I’ll look into helping her find a condo to stay at until it’s time for her to start college. I bet there are probably a few units available in my building, and it’s the least I can do. Her mother and I may have not been close, but we did help each other out when needed.

“Fine, I’ll leave a key for her at the front desk for when she arrives, and I’ll have one of the rooms set up for her. Is there anything else I should know? Any problems?”

“I don’t think she’ll give you any problems. Her academic records are spotless with no mention of bad behavior. She volunteered at the library, and it seems that’s where she spent most of her time, from what little info I could gather on her. Hell, I was shocked when I found out Debra had a kid, she never talked about anything but work. But she seems like a good kid. I don’t think she’ll be much of a burden.”

I nod my head in agreement. I knew Debra for years, lived with her, and often forgot she had a daughter. It wasn't until Jim was going over and settling Debra’s estate that we remembered her. It’s probably why she missed the funeral. I don’t think she knew about it.

“Well, I guess that’s settles it.” There’s no point to fighting the issue and look like a fucking asshole. How hard could it be to live with a seventeen-year-old girl for a few weeks?

T
he house line rings
, and I know it’s the doorman calling. They’re the only ones with the number. Thank fuck she’s here before I need to head out for my business dinner. I at least want to show her the place before I have to go, but I thought the doorman would just give her the key. I don’t know the girl, but I don’t want her to be alone when she’s here for the first time. I can make some kind of effort, but I thought she would’ve been here hours ago.

“Frank,” I say, knowing it’s him. He was at the lobby desk when I got home, and he informed me she still hadn’t picked up the key.

“Good evening, Mr. Archer. A Ms. Sullivan is here to see you.” Well shit, I might have welcomed this if Debra’s daughter wasn’t going to be here any minute. Holly Sullivan is the daughter of one of the firm’s biggest clients and was well aware that my marriage was one of convenience. On multiple occasions she let me know she’d love to be in my bed.

I’d toyed with the idea years ago. She was hot and exotic looking with long dark hair and even longer legs. But I always decided against it. Now that I was single, coupled with not feeling a woman's body against mine in years, I was beginning to rethink things. She’d be discreet and the goal is mutual—sex.

“Please send Ms. Sullivan up,” I tell Frank before hanging up, grabbing my suit jacket off the back off my chair, and powering off my computer. I figured Holly would be meeting me at the dinner with her father, but I guess there was a change of plans.

Looking in the mirror, I adjust my tie. Maybe Holly and I could go back to her place after dinner. Fuck, I don’t have any condoms, but I bet she does. Holly is walking sex and just what I need. Maybe I could fuck some of the stress out of my system.

I make my way to the elevator and wait for it to arrive. I own the entire top floor of the building, but I actually might need to look into getting a new place. Debra and I got such a big place to begin with so we had our own space and didn’t get in each other’s way. Now it’s entirely too large for just me.

When the door opens, Holly comes strolling in, swaying her hips right towards me. Her heels click on the marble floor, and I see the doors slide closed behind her. Her long chocolate hair is stacked on top of her head, exposing her bare shoulders. The red dress she’s wearing is pasted to her like a second skin and shows off her long legs. They are made to look even longer because she’s wearing the kind of shoes men like to fuck women in.

“Are you finally going to take me up on my offer? We have ten minutes before we need to head out, and I bet I could make you cum before then,” she says, getting right to the point.

Holly was never one to beat around the bush. She knew I never took her up on her offer out of respect for Debra, but now things have changed. She wraps her arms around my neck, her heels make her so tall she’s almost at eye level. It’s impressive, being as I’m six four.

“Is that so?” I tease, pulling her closer and looking into her dark brown eyes. Her tart perfume fills my lungs, but my body doesn’t seem to react. Maybe it’s been so long since I’ve had sex my cock doesn’t remember what it’s like to have a woman so close. I’m giving him the green light, but he doesn’t even move.

“Yeah,” she whispers against my mouth, but before her lips touch mine the elevator chimes. I pull back from Holly. The elevator doors slide open, revealing something that makes my limp cock finally grow with need. It presses hard against my zipper and I suddenly ache. If that’s little Sophie, I’m totally fucked. I’ve never seen something look so perfect and pure before. She’s perfection. My whole body has come alive like a punch to my system.

“Holly, if you’ll excuse me, I need a minute,” I say, pulling myself away. Before I take a step I turn around and adjust myself because my hard cock is obscene in these pants. Holly gives me a sultry smile and an eyebrow raise, but I don’t explain that this wasn’t her doing. I’d rather her think that than the idea of my getting hard at the sight of my stepdaughter.

Fuck, what is wrong with me? I just looked at Sophie and I was at full attention. Get it together, Bruce.

Taking a few deep breaths, I get my body under control the best I can. I turn back towards the elevator and walk over to where she’s standing. She’s got Debra’s blue eyes and it shocks me that they don’t look stressed or sad. I never realized Debra’s had looked like that until now, as I compare them with Sophie’s bright and happy sapphires. It’s strange how it hits me with just one look. She’s short, at around five three, and has lots of curves, the perfect size to fill my hands. Her body looks like a mature woman’s would, not something you’d expect on a seventeen-year old. She’s wearing jeans and a tank top that does nothing to hide her full breasts. Her long, wavy, blonde hair falls down her back and makes her look like she’s been freshly fucked. Jesus Christ, this girl is a bombshell. My thoughts race, on the one hand I’m fantasizing about what I want to do to that sexy little body, and on the other I’m beating myself up over how I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Her legs are thick and my mouth waters thinking about how I could sink my teeth into the insides of her thighs. I can feel my heartbeat in my cock, and I try to focus on anything but my forbidden fantasies.

“Please excuse me, I was expecting you earlier,” I say in a clipped tone. I didn’t intend for this to be our first encounter, and it’s a bit embarrassing for her if the blush on her cheeks is any indication. Her skin is so milky and pure; the slightest blush makes her look so innocent. My God, she looks untouched.

My dick throbs at the thought but I immediately dispel it. She’s my responsibility for a week. Just one week. I can do this.

“Let me show you around a bit. I’ve got an engagement tonight and I need to leave.”

She nods her head a little and follows me around the place. She seems shy and quiet, which is fine with me. I have a fleeting thought of someone taking advantage of her innocence, and I realize she’s never been on her own outside of boarding schools. She’s been in France, so coming back to America on top of being out of school must have turned her upside down.