My Stepfather's Temptation

Cassandra 

He's my mother's husband, the man whose glances make my core wet. Bounded by just a year business contract with my mum where they have to act just as couples in public while strangers at home. My mother has a younger boyfriend whom she spends every weekend on, in different vacation houses almost forgetting she has a daughter. 

Well all thanks to her I got to notice how fine, well built and the badass stares my hot Stepfather's throws at me every damn time I walk past him or he happens to walk in on me doing something. How can a forty-five years old man look so fucking hot. He's gym addict whose body is an epitome if p*******t girls dreams, his tattoos are fucking sexy and his handsomeness, his demeanor and aura? I am fucking intoxicated and cannot stop thinking about that man.

Staying at home all day cause I just finished my masters and my 26 years old ass is resting and doing nothing at home. Knowing my stepfather is just a few rooms away, I cannot help the imaginations running wild in my head. So many times, I've imagined myself sprawled out on his bed, with him beneath me, doing forbidden and unimaginable things to my body. 

Fuck! I'm insane about him but how dare I utter or even talk to him when in person his cold face and stoic attitude not only turns me on but scares me, cause I think he's bipolar. The other day he walked in on me making noodles in the kitchen and I could swear he had stood for couple of minutes hanging on the kitchen door cause I felt his burning stares on my back even before he made his presence known.

Later in the evening that same day I walked into the gym cause we had one in our mansion only to be greeted by a harsh glare from his cause he was on call and his face looked distracted, so yeah I can't freaking figure him out no matter how hard I try. 

On this day I was losing my God damn mind and no matter how much I try to concentrate it's fucking impossible cause the only thing on my head was him. Imagine getting his face tattooed on my thighs because I'm obsessed and likes looking at him whenever I feel like I miss him so freaking bad, that's how much crazy I am over him but you know just so I could keep my weird fantasies a secret I just got his eyes on the empty face tattoo on my thigh so yeah you won't know it's him if I didn't tell you.

I wanted to sleep but I couldn't help it, my mind reeks of him, my body yearns for him, I'm only thinking about him and is already dripping and soaking wet, what more would happen if he touches his hand on my body. Oh fuck….I closed my eyes, sucking in a sharp breath, I can no longer endure the hunger and torture.

Right on my bed, I pulled on my short kicking it off and throwing it across the room, I side off my crop top and was not left in my bra and panties. Sitting up on the bed and leaning against the bed frame I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Slowly I bite my lower lip, sucking in a sharp breath as I imagined him sitting across the room and watching me, with his usual demeanor and a stick of cigarette in-between his teeth.

“Spreas your legs wide enough, leave your panties on and start touching yourself” His order came, as he leaned back, legs crossed, eyes on me. My hands began to caress my body, slowly, carefully as I locked eyes with him. My hands crawled their way up to me boobs and tentatively, they began to fumble and squish on them, my nipples ache as his eyes were doing things to my body more than my hands, 

Fuck I cupped my left boob, sticking out my tongue to suck on them while my other hand trail down my thong and shit! I was pouring like water, my wetness soaked my fingers and right before his torturing gaze, I dipped those fingers into my mouth sucking them right off, and returned them to my pussy, I pushed my thong to the side and tactically thrusted in my fingers 

“Ouch…fuck Vincent…” I began thrusting in and out my fingers while my pussy clenched and unclenched, my head was fucking disoriented, pleasure surging through me, the more I thrust the deeper I wanted to go and the more I wanted his dick in me, 

Shit! This is so good, my eyes rolled to the back of my head “Please fuck me with your dick Vincent please…..!” 

“Slutty little thing” I heard those words and my whole body literally froze, I knew it wasn't my imagination, ain't no way my imagination can be so clear.

Slowly my closed eyes fluttered opened, and there he stood, leaning against my door that was wide opened, a white towel hanging around his neck, seats drips down his whole body down to the V-curve on his waist that disappeared into his gray sweatpant.

His bulge…he's reacting to me, my cold stepfather is turned on by me, 

“You want me” The words shamelessly rolled out of my tongue like a nemesis. A smirk glinted from the corners of his lips, disappearing almost immediately. His cold stared fixed on me. 

“You're moaning and screaming my name while touching yourself, how shameless can you be Cassandra?”

“Shame?” I chuckled, “Shameless enough to make you admit that you want me just as much as I do, you want this pussy, admit it Vincent” My tone rising, “I'm not the only one with this fantasies, I see the way you look at me when I'm not paying attention, your subtle gazes, your possessiveness whenever I go to a party, your dominant attitude towards me, I know you want this but you're fucking resisting so hard, that I'm starting to notice your friend Dante, and I might as well let him fuck this little slutty thing if yours” 

His body went rigid, I saw it. The tense I'm his muscles when I talked about his friend, his body reaction, the way his forehead creased, and his facial expressions they all said it.

“Don't push your luck, little thing”

“Am I? All I'm asking is for your dick buried deep inside of me, I'm not asking for your heart”

“That's the problem baby, whoever I touch I don't let go, if I'm touching you then you're mine, I don't share, I don't fucking Share…..princess, cause I'll cripple whoever it is”

I stared at him, I know Vincent bloody meant every single word he said.

I smiled “Then don't fucking let me go and make me yours” 

Taking a deep breath, he stared at me deeper than usual…

Seconds later, 

“I'm not promising that princess, I'm married to your mother”

“One that will end soon, if you don't touch me tonight I'm going out and I'm…” 

“Complete that word and I won't promise what will happen to the motherfucker” He threatened, a step closer. 

I gulped nervously, eyes pleading and begging 

“Then fuck me”

He ruffled his head, and turned, backing the room.

“I don't fuck like a normal person princess”

“Good, I like it rough, let's be abnormal together”

“I might hurt you”

“No you won't” 

“You're making it harder babygirl”

“Then just give in”

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he turned to face me, this time he tucked his hands into his pants pocket, eyes zeroed on me.

“Tonight my room at 12”