Can't stop thinking about your cock.

“Damn it!” I cursed as the car swerved roughly to the left. The car hit a stone and jarred us, bending to the side.

But that was not why I cursed.

I looked to the side, my eyes rounding out of their sockets as my fear was confirmed. I looked from the bulge of the trousers my hand was resting on to the owner of the erection.

“Sorry,” Jesse, my stepfather, said, looking sheepishly down at his erection.

I should have moved my hand away but no matter how hard I tried, my hand refused to move. The dick grew by another inch. I molded my hand around the flesh, feeling the thickness. A moan escaped my throat before I could stop it.

Jesse cleared his throat, moving my hand away from his cock. He shifted slightly to the side, effectively hiding his erection.

“Sorry,” I muttered. I looked to the side, focusing on the tall blades of grass on the side of the road. But as much as I wanted to keep my mind busy, nothing was working. Not the thought of the fact that he was married to my mother. Not the thought that he always referred to me as his little princess.

“We are home, little princess.” He said, breaking into my thoughts. 

I snorted at him, eyeing him. “I told you, I am not little,” I protested.

I was 19 years old already, a grown lady. Yet, Jesse has called me nothing but his little princess ever since he married my mother six months ago.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I let myself out of the car. Before I could take two steps away from the man, he cleared his throat, halting me. I turned slightly to glance at him.

“Little princess, sorry about… uhm… earlier.” He apologized, looking away from me. 

I shook my head. “It’s nothing,” I said, dismissing his worries. 

Before he could say anything else, I ran away. It wasn’t anything. I wanted to grab his cock and suck. This traitorous emotion was going to be the end of me. 

“Lily.” My mother called, peeping from the kitchen. “Where is…?” 

I drowned her voice out, still racing to my room. The moment I got in, I slid the door shut. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the voice in my head.

*Imagine that cock in you, pounding you hard.* A voice said.

*No, that’s my stepfather,” I said firmly to myself, refusing to fall.

***

By midnight, the little voices fighting in my head refused to leave. I tossed and turned on the bed, sleep refusing to come. 

“Damn!” I cursed, throwing my duvet over. I got up, dressed up in my nightwear, and walked out of the room to get cold milk. As I walked through the corridor, I noticed light flickering from Jesse’s office. My heart thudded in my chest, the desire I was trying to keep at bay resurfacing. Before I could talk myself out of it, I slid into his office, closing the door firmly behind me. 

He looked up from his phone, his eyes settled on me in surprise. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” He asked, standing up to look at me. 

I walked to his chair and sat. I lifted my nightdress subtly, exposing my legs. I wasn’t wearing anything, so the smooth, clear skin in my inner thighs was exposed. I lifted my gaze to him and saw him staring. I pulled up the nightgown more. With no parties up, my bald cunt was fully exposed when I spread my legs over to the chair arms.

He swallowed hard. “Wh-what are you do-doing?” He stammered out. 

“I’d like to fuck you,” I told him sincerely. 

His mild shock was evident. “Does your mother know?” He asked, obviously trying to get the last of his sanity to work. “About your dirty mind?”

I chuckled softly. “Your touch could fix my dirty mind,” I choked out. “No one has to know.” 

I ran my tongue over my lower lip, wetting it. His eyes rounded as they fell back on my cunt.

“I know you are fantasizing about fucking me since this afternoon too.” I got up from my seat, rounded the table, and sat on his hardened length. “I can make your dreams come true.”

Indecision clouded his eyes.

I stood from his lap and dropped to my knees between his legs. “Let me see your cock.” When he didn’t protest, I grabbed his cock through his pants, molding the flesh. A moan rent free from his throat. I quickly unzipped him and fished his dick out. My mouth was on him in a flash, my warm, moist mouth around his prick. I dropped my saliva all over it and went deepthroat.

“Holy shit!” He groaned out, losing it. He came, filling my mouth with cum. I swirled the white stuff around in my mouth. I stood and returned to the desk, stretching my legs wide apart, my puffy labia framing my vivid raw flesh.

He eyed the pussy, swallowing hard. His hand hovered over my pussy wall, freezing in the air as his eyes darted back and forth at my cunt. I chuckled inwardly, knowing I've won half of the battle.

“You know you want to eat me out,” I moaned. A finger of mine disappeared into my pussy for a brief second before I brought it up and licked the warm liquid that stained it. His sigh of defeat drifted to me.

He shifted forward, and I grabbed his head into my crotch until he was mere inches away from my glistening cunt. His sigh of loss came, followed by his tongue on my clit, eating me.

“Juicy.” He moaned. His fingers plunged into my hole, stroking gently. He leaned down and ran his tongue on my neck. He laced his mouth over each path his tongue left a trail.

“Jesse!” My mother called from outside the office, her soft but determined footsteps approaching.