Big Men of the House: 55 Book Story Bundle Box Set(146)

My mom divorced my real father when I was only five years old. She got remarried to Henry almost immediately. He was the polar opposite of my stepdad; strong, tall, and rich. I could see why my mom wanted to get married so quickly again.



Henry was the man who raised me and when my mom wanted to divorce him, I took his side. I didn't want to stay with a woman who was going to continually marry and divorce all the time. It didn't matter too much who I stayed with anyways because I only had one more year of high school and then I was off to college. 



"I'm all right, it's just that, Ronnie broke up with me." Henry's face turned sour. I wiped the bubbling snot from my nose with the sleeve of my shirt.



"I'm so sorry, Riley," he said, taking me in his arms.



"Thank you," I said, letting the tears really flow now.



We sat down on the couch while I told him the full story.



"That bastard," Henry exclaimed. "Do you want me to go kick his ass? Nobody does that to a daughter of mine."



His offer was tempting. "No please," I said, trying to calm him down. "It will just make things worse. I still have to see him around school."



"Well you just say the word and I'll eat that little kid for lunch."



I kissed Henry on the cheek and thanked him. He held my hand and I felt an electricity between us that had never been there before. He looked me deep in the eyes and I felt drawn to him. I leaned in and closed my eyes, expecting his lips to touch mine.



But then he suddenly pushed me away. I realized what we were about to do and my face flooded with redness. "I think I'm going to go to bed now," I told him.



Henry tried to avoid eye contact. "Don't worry about that little prick, Ronnie. He doesn't deserve you."



Do you deserve me?



"Thank you, goodnight."



"Goodnight honey," he replied.



I went up to my room, more confused now than ever. I sat down in front of my mirror and began taking my makeup off. My eyes were swollen from crying so much and my sleeves were drenched with tears. I took off my clothes and slipped under the cool sheets of my bed.



I took a deep breath and relaxed. Ronnie was an idiot if he wanted to dump me. He was the guy who couldn't even last a second during sex. The idea of spreading some nasty rumors about him invaded my thoughts. I could get back at him really good if I wanted to.



But I needed to move on. The more I thought about him, the harder it would be to let go.



I was still so unsatisfied from our sexual encounter. The confusion with Henry only made it worse. My hand traveled down until I reached my panties. I pictured Henry's naked figure and my body swelled with adrenaline.



My fingers reached my clit and pleasure soared through me. I imagined Henry and I at the beach rolling around in the sand. The cold ocean water flooded around us. He held me close as our lips embraced. Every inch of our bodies were covered with sand.



His big snake was enormous. It was like a tree trunk swinging between his legs. I rubbed my clit around, my muscles flexing as the ecstasy built up.



Henry climbing on top of me, spreading my legs. I looked down to watch as he penetrated my wet pussy. His never-ending cock pushed deeper and deeper inside me.



"Oh fuck me," I whispered softly.



He pounded me on the beach, his cock forcing its way in and out. I vibrated my clit harder and faster, biting my bottom lip. The pleasure was so intense it felt like my skin was on fire.



The ecstasy reached its peak and my orgasm exploded like fireworks. My body convulsed on the bed rocking it back and forth. I clinched the bedsheets, trying to keep myself grounded in reality. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I hit nirvana.



When the climax faded, my muscles relaxed and I collapsed. My chest heaved up and down, my skin sweet and sticky with sweat. Feelings of guilt and embarrassment came over me. What I did was wrong. Forbidden. A daughter should never think that way about her step father. I spent the night awake in bed, thinking about what I did and how wrong I was. I vowed never to think about him like that again.



       
         
       
        





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The next morning, I had pushed last night's events to the back of my mind. I went downstairs and found Henry cooking some pancakes.



"Good morning, Riley," he said, flipping a flapjack. "Are you feeling any better?"



"A lot better actually. Thank you for being there for me last night," I replied, sitting down at the breakfast bar.



Henry plopped down a plate of pancakes in front of me and poured maple syrup over the mountain. "I came up with a good idea. I was thinking we should get away. Go to a cabin on the lake and rent some movies."