Luna Legend, a voluptuous 18-year-old with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, had always felt a strange tension with her stepfather, Filthy Rich. He was a tall, burly man with a rough charm, his salt-and-pepper hair contrasting with his piercing blue eyes. One evening, Luna found him in the library, a glass of expensive scotch in hand, his eyes scanning the pages of a step daughter and step dad book.
“What are you reading?” Luna asked, her voice a sultry purr.
“Something old,” he replied, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. “You remind me of the heroine.”
“Oh, really? What’s her name?” Luna moved closer, her hips swaying slightly.
“She’s called Luna,” he said, his gaze dropping to her lips. “She’s wild and untamed.”
Luna smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her full lips. “Sounds like we have something in common, stepdad and stepdaughter.”
Over the next few weeks, they danced around each other, their eyes meeting across rooms, their hands brushing accidentally on purpose. One night, Luna found Filthy Rich in the study, a fire crackling in the hearth. He was pouring another drink, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar.
“You know, I’ve always wondered what you taste like,” Luna said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Filthy Rich turned, his eyes darkening. “And what makes you think I’d tell you?”
Luna stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his chest. “Because I think you want to show me.”
He caught her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “And what makes you think that?”
Luna leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. “Because I can see it in your eyes.”
His grip tightened, his breath hitching. “And what do you see?”
“Desire,” she whispered. “Raw, primal desire.”
He turned to face her, his eyes burning into hers. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Luna.”
She smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I like dangerous pervy family games.”
He caught her wrist, his fingers biting into her skin. “And what do you want from this game?”
Luna’s eyes fluttered closed as he pulled her closer, his mouth capturing hers in a fierce kiss. “I want you to show me,” she whispered against his lips.
He groaned, his hands moving to cup her face, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his mouth trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her ear.
Luna gasped, her hands clutching at his shirt. “Filthy,” she moaned, her hips pressing against his.
He chuckled, a low, dark sound. “You have no idea.”
He lifted her, his hands gripping her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the couch, laying her down before covering her body with his. His hands explored her, his mouth trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he growled, his mouth capturing her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.
Luna arched against him, her hands tangled in his hair. “Show me more,” she begged.
He obliged, his hands pushing her dress up, his fingers slipping into her panties. Luna gasped, her hips bucking as he stroked her, his fingers coated in her wetness.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his mouth moving to her other breast, his teeth scraping against her nipple.
Luna moaned, her hands gripping his hair tighter. “I want you inside me,” she panted.
He smiled against her skin, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous pace. “Not yet,” he murmured. “I want to taste you first.”
He moved down her body, his mouth trailing kisses over her stomach, her hips. He hooked his fingers in her panties, pulling them down her legs before burying his face between her thighs.
Luna cried out, her hips lifting off the couch as his tongue lapped at her, his fingers spreading her open. He was relentless, his tongue flicking against her clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of her.
“Oh God,” Luna moaned, her hands fisting in the cushions. “Oh God, Filthy, right there.”
He groaned against her, his fingers curling inside her, his tongue flicking against her clit. Luna could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as he brought her closer and closer to the step daughter and step dad action edge.
“Fuck,” she panted, her hips bucking against his mouth. “Fuck, Filthy, I’m gonna come.”
He growled against her, his fingers and tongue working in tandem, pushing her over the edge. Luna cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her.
Filthy Rich moved up her body, his mouth capturing hers in a fierce kissing. Luna could taste herself on his lips, could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh.
“Fuck me,” she begged, her hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it. “Please, Filthy, fuck me.“
