Book two: Prom date 3

My stepfather was supposed to be my prom date for tonight as I was a nerd and had no friends or date.

My mini dress exposing my legs made me feel uncomfortable, his hands moved towards my laps as he squeezed them gently as a means of comfort.

It made me felt a bit comfortable or maybe very comfortable.

The black stretch limo glided smoothly along the coastal road, city lights fading behind us as we left the glittering prom venue.

I sat stiffly beside Lothaire, my ruthless stepfather, the man who had married my mother just three months ago in a whirlwind of wealth and power.

At twenty-two, I was the awkward, book-obsessed virgin who spent college hiding in libraries rather than chasing boys.

Prom had always been a fantasy I never expected to live.

But when Mom had to fly out early for her extended honeymoon trip, Lothaire had declared, with that dark, commanding smirk, that he would escort me himself.

“You look stunning, Mia,” he said now, his deep voice low in the dim interior of the limo.

The privacy partition was up, sealing us in luxurious isolation.

His large hand rested possessively on my thigh, just below the hem of the short, shimmering silver mini dress that clung to my curves.

The fabric had ridden up dangerously high when I sat down, exposing most of my smooth, pale legs. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“I… I feel ridiculous,” I whispered, tugging at the hem with shaky fingers. “This dress is too short. Everyone was staring.”

Lothaire chuckled, the sound rich and dangerous. At forty-eight, he was the definition of commanding masculinity, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp silver-streaked black hair, piercing gray eyes, and a presence that made boardrooms tremble.

His tailored black suit stretched across his powerful frame, the top buttons of his shirt undone to reveal a hint of tanned, muscled chest.

“They were staring because you’re breathtaking. And because they know you belong to me tonight.” His fingers squeezed my thigh again, firmer this time, sending a jolt of heat straight between my legs.

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through my body.

This was wrong. He was my stepfather. But the way he looked at me lately, like a predator who had finally cornered his prey had been building unbearable tension in the mansion since Mom left.

Tonight, with the prom lights and slow dances where his hands had rested too low on my back, that tension had become electric.

His hand slid higher, fingertips tracing the soft skin of my inner thigh.

“Relax, little one. You’re safe with me. I’ve wanted this for weeks, taking care of my shy, untouched stepdaughter.”

His touch was gentle but insistent, massaging small circles that made my breath hitch.

The limo’s soft leather seats creaked as I shifted, my nipples hardening against the thin fabric of the dress.

“Lothaire… we shouldn’t,” I protested weakly, even as my legs parted slightly on their own. His gray eyes darkened with hunger.

“Oh, but we should. You’ve been teasing me with these innocent little outfits around the house. Books in your lap, biting your pencil while you study. Tonight, that ends.”

He leaned closer, his expensive cologne wrapping around me. His palm cupped my thigh fully now, thumb brushing dangerously close to the edge of my lace panties.

I gasped as he squeezed again, then slowly spread my legs wider. The cool air from the limo’s AC kissed my heated skin.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Mia? Never had a boy touch this pretty little pussy.”

My face burned with embarrassment, but I nodded. “Yes… never.”

“Good girl. That makes you mine to claim properly.” His voice dropped to a growl.

With deliberate slowness, he pushed the hem of my mini dress all the way up, exposing my white lace panties that were already damp with arousal.

He ran a finger along the fabric, pressing lightly against my swollen folds through the material. I whimpered, hips twitching.

“So sensitive,” he murmured approvingly. “Let Daddy make you feel good.”

Before I could respond, Lothaire shifted, dropping to his knees on the spacious limo floor in front of me.

The powerful billionaire on his knees for me sent a rush of dizzying thrill through my veins.

He hooked his fingers into my panties and peeled them down my legs, tossing them aside.

My smooth, virgin pussy was now completely bare to his gaze, pink, glistening, and aching.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, spreading my thighs wider with strong hands. He leaned in, his hot breath fanning over my most intimate area. I shivered violently.

Then his tongue made contact, a slow, broad lick from the bottom of my slit all the way up to my throbbing clit.

“Oh my god!” I cried out, my hands flying to grip his silver-streaked hair.

The sensation was overwhelming, wet and warm and sinful. Lothaire groaned against me, the vibration sending sparks through my core.

He licked me again, deeper this time, savoring my taste like fine wine. His tongue circled my clit with expert precision, flicking the sensitive bud before sucking it gently between his lips.

Pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt built rapidly. I moaned shamelessly, legs trembling as he devoured me.

The limo continued its smooth drive along the winding coastal road, the distant sound of waves mixing with the wet, obscene noises of his mouth on my virgin pussy.

He pushed his tongue inside my tight entrance, fucking me with it in shallow thrusts while his thumb rubbed firm circles on my clit.

“You taste like heaven, Mia. So sweet and untouched,” he growled between licks, his voice muffled against my dripping folds.

Two thick fingers replaced his tongue, sliding into me slowly, carefully stretching my virgin walls.

The fullness made me whimper, a mix of slight discomfort and intense pleasure.

“Relax, baby. Daddy’s got you,” he soothed, curling his fingers to stroke a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.

His mouth returned to my clit, sucking harder while his fingers pumped gently.

My hips bucked against his face, chasing the building ecstasy. I was soaking his chin, my juices coating his skilled mouth as he ate me with hungry dedication.

The tension coiled tighter and tighter in my belly. “Lothaire… I’m… something’s happening,” I panted, voice breaking.

“Cum for me, princess. Let go on Daddy’s tongue.” He sucked my clit firmly, fingers thrusting a little faster, and I shattered.

My first orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I cried out loudly, thighs clamping around his head as powerful spasms rippled through my core.

Waves of blinding pleasure flooded every nerve, my virgin pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers while he licked me through every shudder.

I trembled uncontrollably, tears of overwhelming sensation pricking my eyes.

Lothaire didn’t stop until I was a boneless, whimpering mess.

Only then did he pull back, lips and chin shiny with my release. He rose, towering over me in the limo, and kissed me deeply.

I tasted myself on his tongue, sweet and forbidden. His massive erection strained against his suit pants, pressing hot and heavy against my thigh as he settled between my spread legs.

“You did so well, Mia,” he praised, stroking my hair tenderly while his other hand freed his thick, veined cock.

It sprang out, enormous and intimidating, long, girthy, with a swollen purple head already leaking precum.

He stroked it slowly, rubbing the tip along my slick, sensitive folds, coating himself in my wetness. “You’re nice and relaxed now. Wet enough for Daddy.”

My heart raced with nervous excitement as he positioned the broad head right at my virgin entrance, nudging gently against my tight opening, ready to push inside.