yet scary moment. “God, I love you, Stassia.”
I frown at his words, wondering what he means. “Like a daughter?”
“Like a daughter.” He clears his throat. “And something else. Something I don’t understand.”
“Like…your lover?”
“You can’t be my lover, Stassia. It’s wrong.”
I cock an eyebrow and head in tandem. “You’ve kissed me and left hickeys on my tits, I think we’re way past wrong.”
“I helped raise you,” he counters.
“No one knows that, here.”
“I married your mother,” he argues back.
His cock jumps between us again, rubbing against my clit and I moan. “Seems like that turns you on, Daddy Dearest.”
He sits up, his pale skin glistening with sweat, and turns on the light next to my bed. “Stassia…we can’t.”
“Dominic…”
“No, Stass. I’m your stepfather and you just graduated high school.”
“So what?”
“I was your Principal. I’ve known you since you were ten years old. You know how fucked up this is?” He moves me off of him and begins to pace slowly next to the bed. “No. Fuck. I can’t believe I let things go this far. Your mother would kill me. I’m supposed to protect you and keep you safe, not…” He kneels on the floor next to his bed, and because of how tall he is, we’re almost at eye level with me sitting on the bed. “Stassia, please don’t hate me for this.”
“I don’t…I won’t hate you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He nods. “I hope you know…in another life.” He lets out a breath. “If you weren’t…you, and I wasn’t…me, I’d want you. I do want you. I just…can’t have you.”
I listen to Dominic pacing in his room for two more hours before I think he must have fallen asleep. In that time, I’ve masturbated twice thinking about my stepfather and I’m still horny. I’ve watched porn and read some erotica which only makes it clearer that the only thing I want is for the man one room over to make me come, and not much else can fill that void. I slide my shorts down my legs for the third time, prepared to fuck myself with the vibrator I’d brought along when a better idea comes to mind.
A better, bolder idea.
I leave my thong on and pull on a tight tank top over my tits before creeping out of my bedroom. I make my way down the hallway, careful not to hit the floorboards that creak louder than the others. I make my way to his room and take a deep breath, half wishing I’d snuck a shot of something. I push my way into his room and find him snoring softly on top of his covers.
Even better.
He’s shirtless, lying on his back with one hand down his shorts and one over his head. I bite my bottom lip, wanting to take a peek under his shorts but I worry that will definitely wake him up and successfully derail my plans. I move slowly to the other side of the bed and slide up next to him. The room is dark except for the moon that is illuminating the room, allowing me to see his handsome face and muscular physique. I run my gaze down the hard planes of his body and up to that chiseled stubbly jaw that I desperately want to feel scraping the skin between my thighs.
I take a deep breath, praying that this whole plan doesn’t backfire and slowly move my panties down my legs. I toss them, and I hear the wet fabric hitting the floor with a gentle thud. My eyes sweep back to Dominic, hoping he didn’t hear that, but he’s still snoring softly. I get up on my knees and before I let my nerves talk me out of it, I straddle his neck as carefully as possible. My clit throbs almost painfully at the idea of masturbating over my stepfather while he sleeps peacefully and the need to touch myself overwhelms me. I run my fingers between my wet folds and let a sigh escape from between my lips.
I begin rubbing harder and faster as my third orgasm in an hour builds in my belly. I get super wet whenever I’m turned on, so I’m not surprised that I’m already soaked and the juices are sliding down my fingers. I look down and note he’s still sleeping soundly, so I allow myself to get more into it. Rocking harder, my moves become more erratic and my breathing gets equally uneven. I’m not sure what I’m expecting if he wakes up, but