How To Make Her Squirt 9 Min

The sunlight danced across skin as the stepdaughter stretched out on the king-sized bed. Her tight tank top rode up, exposing a hint of her pierced navel. The older man’s eyes roamed hungrily over her nubile form. Liam had known Emma since she was just a little girl, all knees and elbows. But now, at 19, she had blossomed into a stunning young woman who set his body ablaze with forbidden desire.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs. Emma looked up at him through hooded eyes, biting her plump lower lip. “Show me how to make her squirt,” she purred. Her hands caressed his muscular chest, trailing down to the waistband of his jeans.

Liam growled, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. He fought the urge to ravage her right then and there. No, he would be patient. He would make this last. “Get on your back,” he commanded.

Emma complied, spreading her legs invitingly. Liam knelt between her thighs, sliding her short shorts down. He nearly came undone at the sight of her glistening pink folds, barely concealed by a thin strip of red hair. Fuck, she was perfection.

Liam leaned in, inhaling her intoxicating scent. He dragged his tongue through her slit, relishing the way she bucked against his face. He focused on her sensitive clit, circling it teasingly. Emma writhed beneath him, her moans echoing in the room.

“Put a finger inside,” Liam directed, his voice strained. Emma reached down to comply, plunging two fingers into her tight heat. She pumped them in and out, her walls clenching around the digits.

“That’s it, baby girl. Get yourself nice and wet for me.” Liam’s cock throbbed, rock hard and straining against the confines of his jeans. He could wait no longer. Quickly shedding his clothing, he fisted his thick shaft, stroking it in time with Emma’s plunging fingers.

Emma’s eyes were riveted on his impressive manhood, her tongue darting out to moisten swollen lips. “Let me taste you,” she begged.

Liam positioned his erection at her mouth, allowing her to lick the tip. Emma moaned at the first taste of him, wrapping her lips around the head. She bobbed up and down, taking him deeper with each pass. Liam’s grip tightened in her hair, guiding her movements.

“Touch yourself,” he growled, pushing her back onto the bed. Emma spread her legs wider, continuing to finger herself as she sucked Liam. He pumped his hips, fucking her eager mouth.

“Stop,” Liam commanded, pulling out abruptly. Emma whined at the loss, but he silenced her with a deep kiss. “I want to cum inside you,” he confessed.

Scissoring his thick fingers, he plunged them into Emma’s dripping core. She cried out, her hips bucking into his手. Liam finger-fucked her with brutal intensity, adding a third digit. The obscene sound of her wetness filled the room.

“Please Liam,” Emma begged. “I need your cock.”

Liam groaned, positioning himself at her entrance. He rubbed the head of his erection through her slick folds, teasing them both. At the first feel of her tight heat enveloping him, Liam nearly lost control. He seated himself fully with one powerful thrust.

“Yes!” Emma screamed, tearing at his back with her nails. Liam set a relentless pace, pounding into her. The room filled with the sounds of their coupling – the lewd slap of skin on skin, their moans and cries of ecstasy. Liam slipped a hand between them to massage Emma’s swollen clit.

“Cum for me, baby,” Liam urged. “I want to feel you.”

Emma clenched around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Liam continued to thrust, fucking her through the aftershocks. His own climax built at the base of his spine, his balls drawing up tight.

With a shout, Liam spilled himself deep inside Emma’s spasming pussy. He collapsed on top of her, both of them struggling to catch their breath. As they lay there, Liam’s softening cock still nestled inside her, he marveled at how right this felt.

Eventually, he gathered Emma into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He ran a warm bath, lowering them both into the steamy water. Liam reached for the body wash, lathering his hands. Slowly, reverently, he bathed every inch of Emma’s body, cleaning away the sweat and evidence of their lovemaking.

Emma did the same, running her soapy hands over Liam’s chest and arms. She smiled up at him, a someday look in her eyes. Liam’s heart swelled. As inappropriate as it may be, he knew in that moment that he was in love with his stepdaughter. He hated himself for feeling that way, but he couldn’t help the way he felt.

As they exited the tub and dried off, Liam made a silent vow to himself. He would protect Emma at all costs, even if he had to protect her from himself. She deserved so much better than a predator like him.

But in the stillness of the night, as Liam held Emma in his arms, all those good intentions went out the window. He couldn’t resist this – couldn’t change the way he felt about her. And if Emma kept looking at him with those big, shining eyes full of desire, he was fucked.