Insatiable Stepdaughter(11)

“Wow,” Bill says. He takes his coat off and lays it on a chair nearby. Then he sits next to me. He takes the remote out of my hand and turns the TV off.

“How are you?” he asks.

I turn to look at him and say, “I don’t want to be with Blake.” I feel like I might cry. “I only want you.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bill says as he puts a hand to my cheek.

“Don’t pretend I’m not old enough to know what I want,” I say.

“Okay,” he says. Then he moves his hand to my chin and guides my face closer to his so he can kiss me. It is a sweet kiss at first and then it grows more passionate. His tongue darts inside my mouth to swirl around and play with mine. I moan as we kiss. I throw my arms around him. I start to unbutton his pale blue long sleeved shirt as he fiddles with the fly of my jeans. I get the shirt off him and he quickly pulls the tank top off over my head. Then he does the same with my sports bra. My large breasts bounce out of it.

We each struggle out of our pants. He gets his shoes and socks off quickly as well. Then he practically throws me down on the couch and starts kissing me hungrily again. His hands roam up and down my body, making me shiver. He dips down to kiss my breasts and suck on my nipples. He lifts my torso up with his hands on my back, arching me, so he can suck my breasts. I moan. I am weak with desire. He lays me down again and starts to finger my pussy as he kisses me. I am already wet, but now I am flooded with wetness.

I moan and pant as he fucks me with his hand and kisses my neck and breasts. He is panting too. I arch my back and groan loudly as I cum. Pleasure rushes through me. That happened so quickly this time. I want him so bad. I spread my legs for him and he quickly guides his big hard cock into my pussy. I groan. I never feel better than when he’s inside me.

“Oh, God, Erica…” Bill moans as he starts to thrust into me. I pull him closer to me and hold him tight as he fucks me. I wrap my legs around him. He thrusts into me steadily, panting, and grunting, fucking me hard. We are both sweating and moaning and lost in the moment. I vaguely hear a knocking on the door. I couldn’t care less.

Bill drives his cock into me over and over again, and I feel pleasure build up to a crescendo.

“Oh, God, fuck me,” I groan as he pounds into me. He fucks me harder. I arch my back as I feel the ecstasy grip my body. “UGGGHHHH!” I yell loudly as my orgasm rips through me, exploding extreme pleasure from my pussy and all through my body.

“UGGHH!” Bill yells as he cums inside me with one last hard thrust. I let my body relax and fall back against the couch. We are both breathing heavily still, trying to catch our breath. I suddenly become aware of another person in the room. I open my eyes.

Blake is standing in the middle of the living room staring at us in shock.

“Oh, my God, Blake,” I say. Bill looks over too and hangs his head for a moment. Then he climbs off of me. He quickly dresses, but Blake is only staring at me.

I sit up. “Blake,” I say.

“That’s who you’ve been sleeping with?!” Blake asks incredulously. “You’re fucking stepfather?!”

“I’m so sorry, Blake,” I say. I leap off the couch and take a step toward him. He takes an immediate step back. I guess being naked and sweaty from just fucking my stepdad must be a bit unappealing to him.

“We are so over, Erica,” Blake says as he turns to leave.

“Blake, wait!” I say.

“Never talk to me again,” he says as he quickly runs out the front door, slamming it behind him.

“Oh, God,” I say, staring at the door. “I didn’t want it to end like that.”

“I’m so sorry,” Bill says. I look over at him. He is wearing only pants. He looks as upset as I feel.

“Oh, my God, what if he tells people?” I ask, in shock.

Bill looks as if the thought had already crossed his mind.

“Bill?” I say.

“We’re not doing anything illegal, Erica,” Bill says. “We’re not related, and you’re 18. Okay? Don’t worry.” He comes over to me and puts his arms around me. I snuggle up into his chest. I feel so lost. Tears start streaming down my face.

“Shh…” he says as he leans down to kiss the tears from my face. Then he kisses my mouth. It becomes sensual and slow. Hot. His tongue dives in to dance with mine and I am horny for him again. I hold him close, the bare skin of our chests pressed together. He lets me go for a moment, walks over to the front door and locks it. Then he comes back to me and sweeps me up into his arms. He takes me to the dining room. Beyond the kitchen. We never use it. The heavy curtains are all drawn. He lays me down on the big dark wooden table. It has a fancy white linen tablecloth laid over it. We are probably about to ruin it.