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I sat on the king-sized bed in my room as my mind drifted to what I saw.

Teslo was a big man and an even bigger man down there. His cock was not something I imagined any creature to have. But then again, he was Teslo, Beta of the Ocean Howl Pack.

After seeing what I saw a few seconds ago, I suddenly had this thirsty need to feel it in my mouth, on my body and inside of me. Because yet again, Teslo had another quality to sweep me off my feet; I really needed to taste him

I had always harboured feelings for my stepfather, but I had never acted on them, knowing it was wrong. Yet, at that moment, I couldn't help but be drawn to him.

I felt thirsty all of a sudden. I got up from the bed and walked towards the door. I opened it slightly, the gentle creak ringing a bit. The hallway was clear, and there was no one in sight. Dad must have left already. I took two steps only for me to hear a gentle slam of the door.

My stepfather had come out of the bedroom. He hadn't left, and he was standing there dressed in a crisp new white t-shirt and black shorts.

My heart, which I thought had calmed, suddenly started beating fast again and loud again. It was so loud I thought it would jump out of my chest any moment from now.

Teslo stood a few steps away from me, his gaze concentrated on me as if studying me. He lifted his leg and took a step forward, then two steps.

When I noticed he was walking towards me, I ran into my room again to calm my raging heart. I was about to close the door but his strong arm came into sight. He was actually preventing me from closing the door.

'What does he want?!' I asked myself inwardly.

"What....What do you want?" I stuttered, trying to make sense of why he was here.

He walked closer, his body now inches away from me. My heart raced with anticipation. I knew I should step back, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot.

He reached out and gently lifted my chin, his eyes locking onto mine. "You know, Andrienne, you're growing up to be a beautiful woman. And I'm proud to be your stepfather." He said huskily.

My face flushed, and I looked away, my heart still pounding loudly in my chest.

"You... you should go," I stammered, taking a step back.

"Hmm, I should go back. Is that what you truly want?" He asked, his rough palms caressing my delicate skin.

"Y-yes. You should leave," I repeated, and I hated myself for sounding so weak.

He laughed slightly as if amused by my answer. "You say one thing, but your body is saying another."

Stepdad reached out a hand to slide up to my naked neck, his touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. "It's alright," he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

Then he replaced his hands with his lips and sucked gently on it. My heart fluttered at his words, a rush of need and desire clouding my senses. He bit on my neck,k earning a low moan from me.

The room was all fuzzy, with his lips nibbling at my neck, sending a soft moan escaping my lips.

"Want me to keep going?" He whispered, his voice tinged with a playful tone.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, my mind a jumble of confusion. I was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, unable to focus on anything but the electric feeling of his presence and the only thing I wanted was to feel his large cock inside me.

"You see, I know you have feelings for me, my dearest Andrienne," he said pointedly, shocking me.

"What! Of course not," I denied instantly, my eyelashes fluttering nervously. With a mix of shock and nervousness, I denied his accusation, though deep down, I knew he was right.

"That's... that's ridiculous," I stammered again, my heart racing as I struggled to maintain my composure. But how did he know? I had always tried as much as possible to be subtle about my feelings for him.

"I've seen how you're always jumpy and nervous whenever I'm around." He said, then continued, "I've seen your jealous looks anytime I kiss your mother.

You always need one thing or the other at night, trying to prevent me and your mom from you know, getting under the sheets.

You never make eye contact with me. All these and many more gave you away. I've noticed the little things, the way you look at me when you think no one's watching," he confessed, his words gentle yet unyielding.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," I denied again.

Seeing I was hellbent on denying the obvious truth, his lips made their way to my own. He kissed me gently yet hungrily, and a moan escaped my mouth.

"Still deadset on not admitting?" He asked with a playful grin on his face. I didn't respond, I just went back to kissing him, which he reciprocated.

"Not so fast, kitty," he said, his voice low and husky. He turned around and sat on the large bed, his gaze roaming my body, making me feel naked even though I was fully clothed. My skin tingled under his gaze, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

"I want you to please me, Andrienne," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I want you to show me how much you want this."

My eyes darted to the door, and then back at him, my mind racing with thoughts of getting caught. However, he seemed to read my mind.

"There's no need to worry about anyone catching us," he said, his voice reassuring. "Everybody is busy with the upcoming festival, and I specifically instructed them not to interrupt my bath."

I walked towards him with heavy footsteps, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted this, but at the same time, I was nervous. I had never done anything like this with him before, and I wasn't sure if I was ready.

But his eyes seemed to draw me in, his gaze hypnotic and persuasive. I felt like I was under his spell, and I couldn't resist.

"I'll do everything in my power to make you feel satisfied," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Stepdad's grin grew wider, and he gestured with his hands for me to go closer. "I know you will, little kitty," he said, "I know you will."

With his words of assurance, I got between his legs and slowly knelt. Then, with nervous hands, I gently let down his shorts and underwear.

And ta-dah!

His magnificent cock was in full view. It was standing with a slight curve, making me swallow, no soothsayer was needed to make me realise that my eyes were full of joy at the feast before it.