For Her Pleasure

"Jake?" He looked up from the newspaper at his wife, questioningly. She continued. "I hope you don't mind, but Miranda is in the spare room." Miranda was his wife's twenty-one year old daughter.

"Jackass problems again?" He asked Stephanie, talking about the womanizing creep Miranda was engaged to. Stephanie nodded.

"I have to get to work," She said, grabbing her purse off the table. "Just thought I'd let you know she's here."

Jake said goodbye to his wife of three years and watched her walk out the door. He decided to go check in on Miranda.

About to knock on the door to the spare room, he noticed it wasn't closed all the way. His breath caught in this throat as he caught a glimpse of the young blonde through the small opening.

She was laying on the bed, her legs spread slightly. She used the fingers of one hand to spread her lips apart, her other hand lightly caressing over the glistening nub. Jake watched her fingers for a moment, then let his eyes roam up her body. Her average size breasts were fully exposed, rising with each of her quickening breaths, her nipples hard and begging to be suckled on. He could see the passion on her face, knew she was enjoying every moment of her personal time. He briefly wondered who she was thinking about, but instantly dismissed the question, a small bout of jealousy rising in his gut. He wished it were himself that made her touch herself.

His eyes were drawn back down her body as she reached her hand to the end table, grabbing a hairbrush off it. She rubbed the handle over her slit, then slowly slid it inside her. Jake let out a groan.

Started by the nearby noise, Miranda quickly removed the brush and sat up. Jake hesitantly opened the door.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to startle you," he walked closer to the bed as Miranda scooted backwards, embarrassed and afraid.

"I...I shouldn't have...I'm sorry..." Miranda stammered, grabbing the sheet and pulling it over herself.

Jake reached out for the sheet, pulling it back down. "There's nothing to be sorry for," he said softly, slowly tracing over the swell of her breasts. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't need anything."

Miranda didn't speak, but instead gazed into his eyes, her own eyes filled with desire and innocence and fire. Her lower lip trembled as Jake slowly pushed her onto her back, kissing her gently and briefly. He moved his lips to her breasts, catching one hard pink nub between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth before moving onto the other one.

Her soft purrs made him grow harder. He wanted desperately to fuck her, but he knew he had to be gentle with her. At least for now.

He kissed down her stomach, then made a trail with his tongue from one hip to the other. She squirmed beneath him, one of her hands tangling in his hair, pushing his head lower.

Jake smiled up at her, then flicked his tongue over her wet heat. "Is this what you want, baby?" he asked. Miranda nodded. "Say it, baby," he urged her, flicking his tongue against her again.

"Yes, Daddy, please! I want this," each word came out as a pleading whisper.

Jake grabbed the brush from the bed, licking her sweet nub again as he probed her entrance with the handle of the brush. "What about this, baby?" he asked her again.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me with it, Daddy!" Jake was startled by her sudden lustful words, but wasn't about to argue with her. He thrust the handle inside her tight pussy, loving the way she squirmed and cried out at the intrusion. He started sliding the handle in and out of her as he leaned in, sucking the sweet nub into his mouth, tasting her.

Miranda whimpered and wiggled, feeling the pressure building inside her. She felt like a dam that was about to burst. Jake could tell she was getting close to cumming. Her thighs were tightening around him, her hands pushing at his head more insistently.

He pulled the brush from her, replacing it with his tongue as she cried out. He thrust his tongue deep into her, drinking from her as she came hard. Trembling, she looked down at him and smiled. He returned her smile, ignoring the discomfort in his own jeans as he slowly caressed his hand over her, wanting to taste her cum again.