Seducing Stepdaddy

Seducing Stepdaddy

Avery

“Fuck, mi amor!” The huskiness of his voice in my ear along with the pace of his cock moving in and out relentlessly drives my head to tilt back as I start to come.

My cunt tightened around him as I moan long and hard. I could feel my juices squirt around him while he continues to pump his cock before he joins me in my orgasm, groaning as he coats my walls with his cum.

Panic surged through me when I realize he hadn’t pulled out. But if I was being honest, I wanted him to fill me with his cum.

I squeeze my pussy, making him groan as he fills me up even more.

We would make beautiful babies.

The next morning, I slipped out of Mason’s bed without him knowing. I glanced at him over my shoulder, still obviously drunk in the smell of sweat and sex in the air as he finally surrendered to the calls of sleep. I giggled to myself.

He couldn’t take his hands off of me last night. I was not able to keep track of the number of times he made me cum, but if I was being honest, just the feel of his cock pressing against my entrance sends me over the edge.

Wrapping a throw blanket over my bruised and naked body, I swept my gaze over my stepdaddy’s sleeping face. Even while asleep, he looked godlike. Not even the glistening sweat that trickled down the side of his face could compromise his rugged badboy appearance. Long, dark lashes complemented with thick shaped eyebrows, sharp nose and pink, plump lips.

Once he opens his eyes, you would see how the sunlight turns his turquoise green eyes ocean blue. He’s fucking perfect.

The sunrays peek through the gap of the ugly curtains my mother picked out for their bedroom. Just as I expected, she never came back. Good thing she didn’t though, because then I would never have known how good my stepfather was in bed, or how long and absolutely massive his cock was. If for some heaven’s miracle she decided to come home, I would never have known how good he felt buried deep inside my cunt.

“Hm..” he groaned, making me jump.

Shit! That’s my cue. I jumped on my tiptoes and rushed out of the room as quick as possible. My heart beating a thousand times faster than it should as I slammed the door closed, pressing my back against it.

I stopped and listened for a few moments.

When I hear no footsteps approaching nor any sign that he’s awake, I sighed.

Around 9:30 in the morning, I stepped out of my room after taking a long, hot fucking bubble bath. As much as I wanted to smell his cum all over me all fucking day, I wouldn’t want my mother suspecting anything. At least not yet. Of course, I didn’t forget to put my natural make-up on since I walk around the house knowing I’ll have his eyes on me one way or another.

I wore a white floral dress that reached just above my knees, the front shaped like a V to show off my tits. I did not plan on hiding the hickey he decorated on my neck. I would love to see the pure shock on his face when he finally realizes it was me he was fucking on his bed, not my mother.

By the way, she wouldn’t care even if she saw the hickeys on my neck. The woman loved no one but herself. She raised me in her image, but growing up I never really felt motherly love coming from her. It was more out of obligation rather than love, and I’ve grown sick of trying to win her attention.

I sauntered down the staircase. I was greeted by Melinda, the housekeeper, with a warm, old smile as she leads me to the dining room for late breakfast.

I plastered on a grin on my face when I don’t find Mason sitting on his seat per usual, as he would usually wake up early in the morning with a scowl on his face and the constant question, “Have you seen your mother?”

“Good morning, Sir Levigne,” Melinda greets, and I stiffen as I slowly turn around to see my sexy bloke of a stepdad walk down the short flight of stairs. A beaming smile on his face I have never seen him wear before.

“Good morning, Melinda,” he smiles at her, and I could see the shock written all over her face as he never smiled at her before. Not even once.

Well, it’s damn obvious he’s in a good mood. I resist the smirk from forming on my lips as I forced myself to look forward.

“Is breakfast ready?” He asks as he rounds the table with a full-on smile still plastered on his face, and I take my seat beside my mother’s, as usual.

“Yes,” I answer, instead of Melinda, grabbing his attention as I flash him my signature smile.

He paused, looking stunned for a moment, before he quickly averted his gaze from me. He cleared his throat. My gaze flickered to his lips, then the Adam’s apple bobbing on his throat.

I stare down at the plate Melinda handed me, clenching my fists and squeezing my thighs in a bid to calm my throbbing cunt.

Fuck.

I looked down and glared at my aching pussy. Haven’t you had enough?

It’s getting harder to pretend I did not just crawl on my stepdaddy’s bed and let him have his way with me, and fucked me in seven positions I never thought I’d end up in. I pinched my arm. It almost felt like a dream.

Without another word, we began to eat. Although the silence was killing me, I did not utter a peep until he spoke.

“Where’s your mother?”

Taking on my usual nasty demeanor, I folded my arms across my breasts, shooting him a daring glare. I could have sworn his eyes flicked to my cleavage, straying to the little hickeys he created on my neck.

I opened my mouth to say something when Melinda speaks on my behalf.

“She hasn’t come home yet, sir,” she says.

Mason’s eyes widened as they darted to the poor housekeeper, who doesn’t know a single clue of the hell she has unleashed with those words.

“What?” It wasn’t even a question. It was a growl.

The housekeeper flinched as she looked between Mason and me, as if I could save her from his wrath lurking on the surface.

She cleared his throat, “I meant, she hasn’t been back since she went out yesterday, sir.” She said in the most respectful tone she could muster.

Mason shot a deadly look at me, then his graze drifted to the plenty of hickeys scattered all over my neck, while I sat here gracefully picking up my grapes, looking unbothered.

Sensing the tension, Melinda excused herself and left us to ourselves. Smart move.

“Avery?”

“Hm?”

“Where is your mother?”

I smiled, shrugging my shoulders casually, “You heard her. She’s not here.” Then, I stood, leaning forward on the table just low enough so he could see my tits, red from his sucking all damn night. “Besides, who fives a fuck?”