Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Each little push Desiree gave against Micah hardly even made him budge or back off, holding his ground. To him, her small struggles were more cute than anything, knowing that she would be unable to break him loose. Even if had let up, there was no place she could really go. The gears in his head had been set into motion, and there would be no stopping until he received exactly what he was after tonight. If Desiree ran, he would simply follow, like a starving wolf chasing after a delicious meal. While Desiree stumbled to find words to clear herself of unknowing blame, Micah listened. Though as his lips landed against the side of her warm neck, the tilt of her head told a different story. The girl??s body was clearly saying yes, while her strong will and mind were fighting Micah off best they could. Even he knew that what he was planning was wrong on many levels, but that part of his conscious was locked up, and tossed into a dark and hidden corner of his brain. That low and wanting moan passed over Desiree??s parted lips, just before she told him he had consumed too much of the wine. It was just another contradiction of mind versus body, a battle Micah could possibly help win, or loose depending on the side chosen. The comment nearly made him let out a small chuckle, though he held back. He had lost count of exactly how much wine he had gone through, but Micah had built up a rather strong tolerance over the years. A good buzz was running through his veins, a combination of the effects the alcohol in his system was having, along with what Desiree was doing to his arousal, just by being so close. He was no where near being a slobbering drunk, still able to be fully accountable for his current and future actions. Micah was caught off guard by her final words, the confession Desiree still kept secret. His mind raced with the statement that she was still a virgin. She was so beautiful, trim, and sexy by all definitions. Desiree could have the pick of any boy in school she chose, if she so wanted. On multiple occasions, when Desiree had a friend over to study with, or work on homework, Micah had heard the sounds of mutual youthful pleasure drifting out from beneath the closed and locked door of her room. He never mentioned it, having respect for his step-daughters privacy and personal life. Besides, she was in her late teens of course, and Micah knew she would be curious and explore that side of herself. Now, he was silent for a moment, contemplating what to say, and how to react. He thought she must to be lying to him, playing her trump card to make him stop. But as his mind tried to figure it all out, it was easy to tell that Desiree was being completely sincere to him. Her fully flushed, beet red cheeks, tear filled eyes, and the tone of her voice all combined to solidify the truth of the matter. Hesitant as her trembling words flowed out from quivering lips, they only slowed Micah down for a few precious seconds, rather than making him halt entirely. The new thought of deflowering the young girl circled through his head, slowly taking over. Desiree??s last attempt to make him back off was slowly the reverse effect she had hoped for. Micah was going to be the one who would take away Desiree??s special and precious cherry, removing her sweet girlhood innocence forever. ??Shhh...? Micah put a finger to his lips, slowly and serenely making the sound to hush Desiree. The look in his eyes now appeared as the fatherly one she had been searching for, trying to let her know that everything would be all right, consoling in a way. The change she was seeking from the loving eyes would not be found, though his plans had changed based on her virginity. Micah had wanted to just take Desiree, feel her body around his own, having craved just that in secret for so very. Now though, he would need to approach the situation from a different angle, leading up to his deeply imbedded yearning. After Micah shushed Desiree, he offered up a small little smile, assuring further that things would be fine, even if it all may seem like a momentary deception. ??Desiree...? Micah said again, his voice light, her name rolling beautifully off the tip of his tongue, then over his lips. ??I honestly had no idea...? he continued in the same light and caring tone. Pausing in silence for a few somber moments, he once more leaned in, dabbing a kiss to her heated cheek, tasting a few of the residual tears that had not yet been wiped away. Pulling his face away, he looked into the teenagers gorgeous, almond shaped eyes. ?I suppose we will have to work our way up to that, hmm?? Micah asked not at all expecting her to answer, breaking his momentary cover. It was still relatively early, at least for a Friday night. What better way would there be to spend it than doing a little exploring and adventuring of their own? Micah slipped Desiree??s perfectly smooth and bare legs off of his lap, letting her feet land on the soft carpet that covered the entire living room. Leaning back into the plushness of the large leather couch, he found a more comfortable position to be in himself. His eyes stayed locked upon Desiree, taking in her scared look. There was something about the expression that was wonderfully attractive in it??s own right, but Micah was unable to put his finger on exactly what that might be. Slipping his hand up from her wrist, he placed it over the top of her small hand, perpendicular to her fingers. Slowly, he pulled her hand from his thigh, letting it follow up the covered and heated peak that was still concealed by his jean shorts. A soft, slightly pent up moan was given out to her with the touch, his body shivering. With Desiree??s soft palm paused right above his tip, Micah grinded lightly with his hips, forcing her to feel his hardness even more through the thin layers of clothing. Back down he then lead her wrist, letting Desiree??s hand come to rest at his thigh, right where it hand been. ??Mmm... that felt nice...? Micah happily cooed out to his step-daughter, the rub more spectacular than he imagined it would be. The grip on Desiree??s hand tightened up, as a mild warning for her not to go anywhere. With his free hand, Micah reached down to his waist. Fidgeting some, the distinct popping sound of the metal fastener at the top of his shorts was heard as it was undone. Pinching the tab of the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, he started to pull it down, agonizingly slow. The light zipping sound flowed up from between his legs, slowly being undone. Almost immediately it was clear that he was wearing no boxers tonight under the shorts, or anything else for that matter. The skin on Micah??s waist showed first, soon followed by the dark, neatly trimmed tassels of his pubic hair. Soon after that, the fleshy, solid base of his shaft came into view. Reaching down into his shorts, Micah pulled out his impressive manhood. Fully erect, it was easily over 7 inches long, maybe more than that, with a girth to match. The muscle noticeably pulsed with every beat of his heart, quicker by the moment. Looking to Desiree once again with a firm, almost demanding glance, he brought her hand to his hot flesh, his overlapping hand guiding her to wrap around his shaft. ??Show me what you do to those boys you bring to the house,? he told her, not giving his step-daughter an option at all.