Chapter Seven

MY STEPFATHER I

CHERRY

I slammed my locker shut and headed down the hallway toward my professor’s office—who also happened to be my stepfather.

I knocked once and turned the knob without waiting for a reply. There he sat, leaning back behind his desk in a fitted black t-shirt that clung to his frame, outlining the sharp contours of his torso.

A low heat pooled in my belly, and I licked my lips. If only my mother were still alive to see me craving her husband.

It had been two weeks since we lost her, and I couldn't say I was particularly sad or happy. I walked over to his desk and leaned down, resting both palms on the wood. My unbuttoned school shirt slipped open, exposing my cleavage as my breath hitched.

"Are you done, Daddy? I really want to go home," I said, softening my voice into a low purr.

He glanced up, offering a faint smile. "Yes, cherry. I'm just wrapping up," he replied, gathering his papers. He grabbed his bag, and we headed out together.

On the drive back, I kept my thighs parted, pulling my already short skirt up until it sat right above where my underwear used to cover. I waited for him to glance over—just once—but his eyes stayed fixed on the road.

He pulled over at a bakery to pick up my birthday cake. Today was my nineteenth birthday, and I wanted Daddy to be the first one to take what was mine.

He stepped out of the car, flashing me a stern look, though his gaze never dipped down to my lap. I groaned internally, irritated by his restraint.

I had been obsessed with him ever since my mother and I first moved in. Back then, I knew I didn't stand a chance—I was too young, and he would never betray my mother. But now she was gone. I wanted him more than ever, and I intended to get him.

I slipped off my panties, letting the cool draft hit my skin. How long is he going to be inside?

I didn't care to guess; I was ready to take the risk. Spreading my legs, I traced a finger over my clit. "Oh yes... touch me, Daddy. Please make me cum." I slid one hand under my shirt to cup my breast while pushing a finger deep inside my pussy.

My own wetness coated my finger as I chased the edge. Just as I was about to break, the exterior door handle clicked. I quickly pulled my hands away, smoothing my skirt down. Thank God for tinted windows.

He opened the back door, set the cake box on the seat, and shut it again. When he climbed into the driver's seat, I flashed him an innocent smile, acting as if I hadn't just been moaning his name seconds ago.

"I'm sorry, cherry. They were out of your favorite flavor, so I had to settle for a different arrangement."

"It's okay, Daddy. I love everything you get me."

When we arrived home, I dropped my bag on the couch and took a seat. He placed the cake on the coffee table in front of me.

"Happy birthday again, love," he said, stepping close. He blocked my view of the cake, standing right above me as his hand gently stroked my hair.

My eyes locked onto the bulge in his pants, inches from my lips, before I looked up into his eyes with open hunger. But he pulled back abruptly, leaving me missing his touch instantly.

"Come on. Make a wish and blow out the candles," he instructed, sitting beside me.

I closed my eyes and made my wish: that he would finally give in and take me. I blew out the candles and reached for the cake server.

Before I could cut a slice, his hands gripped my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees. My face was now level with the cake as he shifted up behind me. The cool air hit my bare pussy as he hiked my skirt all the way up.

A low groan escaped his throat. "I knew it..."

A heavy stillness settled over the room, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing and the steady ticking of the clock on the wall.

"I knew you weren't wearing anything," he growled, his voice deep and raspy right against my ear. His hand came down, resting flat on the bare skin of my lower back, his heat seeping into my skin. "You think I didn't notice in the car? You think I didn't see you squirming in the seat?"

A shiver ran down my spine, my hips twitching on instinct. "You... you were watching me?"

"I notice everything you do, cherry," he muttered, his fingers digging slightly into my waist. "You’ve been pushing me. Every little touch, every glance, every unbuttoned shirt. You think you're being subtle?"

"I don't want to be subtle," I whispered, turning my head as far as I could to try and catch his eye. "I want you, Daddy. I've wanted you for years."

He let out a sharp, breathless laugh that sounded more like a groan. His grip tightened, holding me firmly on my knees on the carpet. For a long second, neither of us moved. The tension between us was pulled so taut it felt like it would snap.

"You have no idea what you're asking for," he said quietly. One of his warm coated my ass, making my core ache with anticipation. "If I cross this line, there’s no going back. No pretending this didn't happen."

"Good," I panted, arching my back slightly, offering myself up to him completely. "Don't go back. Give me my birthday present."

His hands shifted, guiding between my legs and palming my pussy. He rubbed my clit and leaned into me.

"Say it again," he commanded, his voice dark and demanding. "Tell me what you want, cherry."

"I want you," I sobbed out softly, the tension pushing me right back to the edge I had missed in the car. "Please... touch me. Make me yours."

His hands paused "Fucking hell cherry,I won't be able to give you a foreplay"

His hands leaves me for some seconds to undo his belt. I arch my back to him the more as he settles behind me,on his knees,his skin pressing against mine and then I feel his dick tracing my pussy.

"Happy birthday, cherry," he murmured tightly, his breath hitching as his dick finally found where I was already slick and desperate for him and he thrust in.