Claimed on my Wedding Night(5)

“Don’t pull out Daddy,” I whispered. In that moment, I didn’t want him to take his cock out ever. “I want you to stay inside me.”



He kissed my neck, slowing down gradually before coming to a complete stop and both of us had been satisfied. He spun me around to face him and kissed me deeply. Searching his face, I tried to see what this meant. What if my mother found out?



“We can just keep this between us sweetheart, no one needs to find out.”



I nodded and wrapped a towel around myself, covering my nakedness. My stepfather did the same, drying himself off quickly, before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. There I was alone in the steam, but I was happy and a grin spread across my face. My puss twitched at the thought that my stepfather had just been there. I dried myself off, before slipping into bed, falling into the deepest sleep that I could remember.





Three





When I woke up the next morning in the haze of half sleep, I smiled and stretched, still cosy in the warmth. That’s when it hit me - I shot up, my eyes blinking in the morning sunlight and I looked over at my phone. I was supposed to meet Eric today to go over our vows.



Had I really just cheated on him – with my stepfather? This wasn’t me, it wasn’t something I would do, was it? I was the good girl, the one who said thank you and opened doors for people, the one who helped out at the animal shelter and soup kitchens over the holidays.



The images flooded my brain like someone flipping the pages quickly on a book and the whole thing plays out before your eyes. My fantasy had been a powerful one, I had tried to ignore it for a long time, but I had actually gone and done it. I decided then and there that it couldn’t happen again. From here on out, I decided that I couldn’t be alone with Daddy.



What if Eric realizes? I began to panic, thinking how Eric would know when it came to our wedding night. He would feel that I had been claimed by someone else.



I grabbed my phone and dashed off a text, arranging what time we would meet. I tried to stay calm, but there was a scream buried somewhere at the back of my throat that was threatening to erupt if I didn’t keep it under control.



I waited for him to reply and quickly got dressed. The sooner I was out of the house, the safer I would be, I didn’t know that it wouldn’t happen again. Mom was probably out as usual, with Dad in his office. If I could make it out of the house, it would probably be OK. At this time in the morning, I wasn’t ready to have that conversation with him over eggs either. He was usually buried in his office, working on his latest story and didn’t emerge until lunchtime.



I grabbed my keys and phone and headed downstairs, creeping as softly as I could over the carpeted steps. I had never been disobedient or a wild child – someone that would need to know where the creaks were to avoid being caught. Now here I was, wishing that I had taken the time to act out a little, or perhaps I was making up for it now.



As I got to the end of the stairs, the scent of bacon wafted from the kitchen and into the hallway. He’s up – there’s no way that’s Mom. I was almost out the door, when Daddy burst from the kitchen, lively as the day is long.



“Amber, good morning sweetheart, I’ve made breakfast for us both,” he announced before he pulled me in and kissed the top of my head.



“Thanks Daddy, but I have to get going; I promised Eric I’d meet him. We’re going to go over our vows,” I replied, trying to avoid eye contact, though the scent of his body caught in my nostrils and my puss throbbed of its own accord.



“At this time – it’s only eight.”



“Yeah he has a lot to do, so we arranged it for this morning so we could cross that one off our list”



“OK,” he shrugged. “I’ll leave some for you later when you get back.”



He was acting completely normally, as though he hadn’t been eating my pussy only a few hours ago. He turned to go and I seized my chance to run out the door, slamming it behind me and jumping into my car. When I turned the key in the ignition, my heart was pounding in my ears. All I would have needed was for his touch to have lingered on me a little longer and it would have happened all over again.



I slammed my foot down, the car taking off with a screech that left the acrid smoke from burning rubber hanging in the air. I was lucky; the traffic lights were in my favour all the way and I don’t think I lifted my foot up until I reached Eric’s place.



When I got there, heart thumping; I jumped out and banged on his door, waiting impatiently for him to answer. When he finally pulled it back, he was shirtless, wearing just his sweatpants and a sleepy expression.