Can You Help Me, Daddy?

Cassie's POV

I slapped his arm off my body, and even though my body had craved his touch so much since it was familiar, I knew the sick history we had should be crushed and forgotten because no one must hear that I had fucked my soon-to-be stepfather.

“Your body remembers my touch.” He hollered, and I wanted to spank him so much, but I pushed him off me immediately. “Sicko!” I rasped, as I got away from him.

I walked back to the banquet hall, and I wanted to get close to my mom to tell her, but I heard her telling people about the wedding; she looked so happy. I couldn't bear to ruin that for her, so with my last look at Sergio, who was behind me, I decided to bury the axe. Perhaps what happened that night could stay a secret forever.

“Don't hurt her!” I mumbled, looking at him, and without waiting for his response, I walked out of the place.

The dinner went on without me, and I heard Mom introduced Sergio as her fiancé, soon-to-be husband in a week, and I didn't understand why I was hurt. I couldn't place my hand on the emotions; maybe I was feeling sad that I couldn't tell my mom the truth or that the man I slept with was getting engaged.

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I woke up the next day to find Sergio in the house, only for my mother to tell me he was moving in before the wedding. I was angry, but I couldn't even tell my mother why I was so against this, so I kept my opinions to myself. I tried to avoid him, but I ran into him immediately. I stepped into the kitchen, and I regretted stepping out of my room because the man I saw was hot, like he just got out of the oven.

He was wearing a thin sleeveless black top, which flexed his muscles, and gray pants, but that was showing everything, as I could measure the size of his cock from the pants.

Ooww! I screamed in my head, as my eyes stayed glued on his bulge, which was so evident through his gray pants, and I couldn't help remembering the night we had at the hotel room. It wasn't a wonder that I could barely walk straight the next morning; his cock was too huge to not wreck me, but why did he wear such pants in the house? Because the pants were showing everything.

Grey pants are trouble!

But I was secretly overjoyed since I was the only one around to see such a sight, and I imagined how full my mouth would be as I gobbled down his cock, while I also choked on it too because it would be too big for my small mouth.

“Did you want pancakes too?” His voice jolted me out of my wild imagination. “Yes.” I slurred, which sounded like a moan, and he gave me a ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ look, and I got red in embarrassment as I ran away to my room.

I rushed to my room, and I felt the intense ache in my pussy, and I rushed to the bathroom to take a cold bath to flush the horniness out of my body because I couldn't believe I had such desires for my soon-to-be stepfather. But the cold water didn't help. It was like I intensified the desires in my body, so I walked out of the bathroom naked as I went to lie down on my bed, ready to pleasure myself.

“Ahh!” I moaned gently as I pinched my nipples, but the ache didn't stop.

I hated the fact that I didn't get sex toys soon because I knew my sex drive would hit the roof after having sex after a long time. I was left with a thirst that couldn't be quenched; I secretly wished Sergio would barge in and fuck me until I couldn't use my legs anymore.

And I didn't know if the heavens were playing a trick on me because as I rubbed my clit on the bed with my slender finger, I heard someone clear their throat, only for me to raise my head and find Sergio with his arms crossed and his back against the door as he glanced at me… not necessarily at me but at my neatly shaved aching pussy.

“Can't you knock!” I berated, as I got hold of a duvet to cover my sheer nakedness, but I heard the man chuckle as he closed the door behind him.

“I did knock, but you were too busy to hear that.” He said with his husky voice that made my pussy slouch with juice.

Fuck him for having such an effect on me.

“You look busy; do you perhaps need help?” He asked; his face glistened with desire, and maybe because I was too horny, I didn't know what I was thinking to let the duvet off me, showing off my upper body. Perhaps I was too horny, but at the moment I wanted him to fuck me so bad, not minding my mother barging in on us.

‘But why did I make such a bold move on my soon-to-be stepfather?’

“Yes, can you help me?” I pouted.

“Ask me nicely,” he breathed, walking closer as he climbed on the bed, and my breathing was ragged as he yanked the duvet off me, staring at my naked pale body, but I didn't shy away as I met his gaze.

“Can you help me, Daddy?” I breathed, as I waited for his response.