Good Girl

Istay in my room. I feign a headache when my mother comes looking for me and she’s more than happy to buy the lie.

And I lay waiting, hoping, wondering where my stepfather is right now and if he’s even thinking of me.

Fuck I hope he is.

Fuck I hope he really is because I want him to come back. I want him to continue. We’ve both thrown ourselves over the cliff now and I’m ready to fall the whole way down until we both crash on the rocks below.

“Eden?” He murmurs sticking his head through the door. “I bought you some food.”

I sit up watching as he moves through the semi-darkness. The party was officially over ages ago but I can still hear my mother if I listen hard enough. I can hear other voices too.

“You didn’t have to.” I say.

He smirks. “No? Would you prefer I leave you to it then?”

“No.” I say quickly. “Sit. Stay with me.”

He winces like he’s registered for a second what we’re doing and then he does it. He perches on the edge of the bed, putting the plate between us.

“I didn’t know what you wanted so I just grabbed some sandwiches.”

I smile. He seems almost shy right now, uncertain and yet hours earlier he wasn’t hesitating at all.

I lean over, switch the lamp on and we both blink as our eyes adjust.

And then I pick up a sandwich and eat. In truth I’m starving but nothing on this plate would satisfy my hunger.

He sighs watching me for a moment.

“Aren’t you hungry?” I ask him.

He smirks. “Not for this.”

“Something else?” I half whisper.

His eyes flash and I know we’re both on the same page. That he wants more. That he’s thinking about taking more.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” I say.

He meets my eyes but he doesn’t reply.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about your dick.”

His jaw shifts. His throat bops.

I put the plate aside, clear the space. He’s watching me, as if he wants me to make the first move. I toss the duvet off me and his eyes drop immediately to where I’m sat, with my legs open, knees bent, in just a thong and t-shirt.

“Even when I tried not to.” I say sliding my hand under the lace fabric. “Even when I tried to think of anyone else.” I moan as I touch myself. “I just kept seeing your face.”

He groans, grabbing my legs, yanking me down and I pull the lace fabric away so that he can watch.

“I wanted you to make me cum that day.” I say. My legs are splayed wide. I’m thrusting as I pleasure myself and I love the fact that he’s watching, enjoying every second of this.

“I was so horny and I wanted you to feel it, to feel how wet I was.”

“Eden.” He says. He’s moving on top of me now. His body held over mine. “If we do this there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back.” I say. “I’ve already told you that.”

He groans. “You’re my stepdaughter.”

“And I want you.” I state.

He shakes his head before lowering his face to mine. I can feel his stubble, I can feel the softness of his lips as he kisses me gently. Lovingly. I part my lips and his tongue slips in. Fuck he knows how to kiss, he really knows how to. He takes his time, caressing my tongue, exploring my mouth and I moan against him.

I’m not masturbating anymore though my hand is still on my pussy.

I’m too lost in his kiss to think of doing anything else.

He pulls away, staring into my eyes and I blush as I look back.

And then slowly, his hands find the bottom of my t-shirt and he starts pulling it up.

I’m not wearing a bra. I’m not wearing anything under it and his eyes widen as he stares at my breasts.

My breath is coming so fast. My chest is rising and falling and I can feel my nipples hardening more and more.

His hands drop to cup me and I shut my eyes feeling the contrast of his warm hands, of the way he’s touching me so softly with his hard, calloused skin.

“Fuck Eden.” He groans. Stroking them, teasing them, practically worshipping them. He lowers his lips to my left and he sucks my nipple in.

“Oh shit.” I cry.

“Ssssh.” He murmurs. “We have to be quiet.”

“I don’t want to be.” I say back.

He sighs. “This time you have too.”

“I want you to make me scream.”

He grins. “Don’t worry about that because you will be soon enough.”

He sucks again, his tongue wrapping around as he rolls my nipple before gently nibbling on it. The man is incredible. His mouth is a portal to heaven and I want him to possess every piece of me.

He drags him thumb over it, scratching it, making it so hard as he turns his attention to my right breast.

“Your tits are incredible.” He says.

“They’re yours. Every piece of me is yours.” I say.

He grins. “Every piece?”

“Every piece you want.”

He tilts his head, grabbing my breast going suddenly rabid as he loses himself.

I moan, I writhe, I wrap my legs around his body and I can feel his dick. Even now I can feel how hard he is.

“My naughty little stepdaughter.” He says.

I giggle for a moment but it catches in my throat as I feel his hands moving to my where mine is, between my thighs.

“You’re wet.” He says. “So wet.”

“Wet for you Daddy.” I reply.