Semua Bab Her Daddy's Obsession: Bab 1 - Bab 10

With a smirk, my stepfather crosses his arms over his chest. This is like some weird game of chicken. It’s like he’s just realized that I’ve been staying on my stomach out of modesty rather than laziness.“That’s fine,” I say. “You can stand there and watch me sleep if that floats your boat.”I shift on the bed, moving from side to side a little as I pretend to get more comfortable. With every second, I get more uncomfortable. I turn my face toward the wall so I won’t have to see that he’s still there, watching me.The longer we push this weird standoff, the more my body starts to tingle. The next time I move on the bed, my lips part on a surprised breath at how the sheets brush against my hardened nipples.My pulse throbs between my thighs. I press them together. The discomfort I felt at his presence is fading, being replaced with lust. I shift again and tilt my ass up a little. I move my hips in a circle, letting my clamped thighs put a little pressure on my clit.Matt clears his th

“Is this what you do to all those boys you spend all those nights with? Doyou tease them until they lose their minds?” Does he have any idea how little experience I have? Does he have any idea how much I want him to lose his mind, to let go of his tightly held control? I shake my head. “There are no boys.” He snorts. “Well, they’re definitely not men.” “No. I mean… there are no guys… at all.” He does that thing again where his nostrils flare. I half expect him to scuff the ground before charging me like a bull. Reaching out, he pinches one of my painted nipples between his fingers, tugging at it a little. I gasp, then moan. More wetness coats my thighs. “Are you saying no one’s tasted that sweet, bare pussy you put on display this morning?” he asks. I shake my head. “You didn’t act pure as the driven snow when you spread those thighs to tease me.” “I wasn’t teasing. I would have let you do anything you wanted… Daddy.” The last word is whispered, but it gets the desired re

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Mom says, “You’ll understand when you’re older,” and I do my best not to scream at her. Of course, since I’m giving her silent treatment, it isn’t as hard as it could be. “You’ve only had a week to think about this, Samantha. You’ll see.”“I’m just here to notarize the documents,” I say in the most professional voice I can. One of the perks of working for a small bank is that they don’t mind me taking my stamp and ledger home after every shift so I not only make a dollar more an hour because I’m a notary public, but I also get a chance to keep my kit with me and I can do freelance notarizations as long as I don’t charge a bank customer.I won’t be charging for this. I sit down in the conference room and maintain my professional demeanor with my mother, but I glare at the asshole she’s sleeping with.My stepfather walks in and says, “Okay, great.”He sets up stacks of paperwork. He slides the first to mom’s boss, Mark Thompson. “You’re paying me eleven percent and it’s secured by you

He hands me a bowl of ice cream and sits down on the couch next to me with a bowl of his own. “Thank you, Daddy,” I say.Daddy.That’s twice.Why does it feel so damned sexy? I guess it has to do with so many girls these days calling their men that way. I’m wearing a long pajama shirt that comes down past my knees. He doesn’t know I don’t have anything on underneath it. Nonetheless, I think long shirts like that are sexy just because of how a guy never knows how much, if anything, is underneath them. I scoot closer on the couch and lean against his shoulder. “I think I know a lot more about what you’ve done for me,” I say. Of course, I’m really scooting close to see if he’s still thinking about my naked body. Any reaction will be a lot harder to hide in those pajama bottoms.“It’s nothing, Princess,” he says.I draw in a breath quickly and stare at him in wonder. My seductive intentions disappear for a moment in the breathlessness of the moment. “I like that, Daddy,” I say.“What