Chapter 92 Vignette 84
The front door creaked as she eased it shut, holding her breath like a thief. Midnight still clung to her skin, the perfume of beer and smoke from the party clashing with the quiet of the house. Her mother had told her not to go. Don’t even think about it, she’d warned. And yet here she was, shoes dangling from her fingers, praying no one would hear.
“Done having fun?”
The deep voice came from the darkness at the bottom of the stairs.
Her heart lurched. The hallway lamp flicked on, and there he was. Her stepfather, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as they raked over her bare shoulders, her guilty face.
Her party dress was a small one. It only covered a bit of bare skin…her boobs and held off her stomach, and her skirt covered from her waist, down to under her ass cheeks. Her thighs, legs and arms were exposed, skin glittering under the hallway lamp.
“Y-you’re awake,” she stammered.
He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Of course, I had to come check if my step daughter needs my help.” He pushed off the wall, closing the space between them. “Your mother told you not to go. Didn’t she?”
Her throat tightened. She nodded, clutching her shoes to her chest like a shield.
“You’re in trouble,” he said softly, almost too calmly. “Do I wake her up right now… or do you want to make me forget I ever saw you sneak in?”
Her breath caught.. His eyes lingered on her lips, her legs, the way she shifted nervously in her dress.
Her voice was barely a whisper. “What… what do you want me to do? I'll do anything for you not to tell mum,”
His mouth curved, but it wasn’t a smile. It was the kind of look that made her stomach knot. He leaned closer, so close she could feel the heat of his breath against her ear.
“Simple,” he murmured. “I’ll keep your little secret… if you give me something in return.”
Her grip tightened around her shoes. “Something?”
He tilted his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “A kiss,” he said, low and deliberate. “Right here. Right now.”
Her heart stumbled. “W-what?”
“You heard me.” His voice hardened, though his lips were still inches from hers. “One kiss, and I forget everything I saw tonight. Otherwise…” His gaze flicked toward the staircase leading up to her mother’s room. “You know I don’t mind waking her.”
Her pulse throbbed in her ears. The house was so quiet she swore he could hear it. Her lips parted, trembling. But she stayed rooted to where she stood.
He arched a brow, patient but merciless. “So… what’s it going to be?”
She didn't say anything, just stepped closer. He bit his lower lips, a faint smirk forming on his face.
She swallowed.
She wasn't in a state to think about the aftermath of the decision she took. She just wanted her secret to be safe. Wanted her little secret to be kept a secret forever. She stepped closer, lips quietly shivering.
He was her step father. She wasn't supposed to agree but she already did. It was already too late to turn back when her chest touched him. His eyes were fixed down on her lips, holding lustful anticipation, like he'd always wanted to try this but never got an opportunity. And now he got one, he'd make the best of it.
He knew she was drunk. The way she staggered when she stepped closer. The way her voice trembled when she said yes. The way her clothes smelled of beer.
She lifted her chin to reach his lips, slow and hesitating like she was beginning to wonder if this was right.
But no.
Her lips touched his…only lightly. Then, as if her lips held a magnetic pull, his lips glued her in, engulfing her lips in a kiss.
He put a hand behind her waist and dragged her into him. Her boobs pressed against his chest and she moaned.
The kiss deepened, getting wetter with every suck he gave her tongue. His hand lifted, he slid it under her crop top and grabbed her boobs.
She gasped and forced her mouth out of his mouth.
“Daddy, this is wrong,” she said, pulling backward.
“Okay, I guess I would be left with no other choice than to tell your mom,”
“No, please don't tell her," she said quickly.
His voice lowered, "Then you just have to obey whatever I ask,"
"But I already gave you the kiss,” she said, her heart beating too fast.
He shifted closer, then touched his hard cock. “Your lips turned me on," he closed the distance between them. Then he grabbed her waist. Her breath hitched as she fell into his arms.
He grabbed her ass and she moaned impulsively. His hand glided under her skirt and touched her pussy.
“I know a lot of guys must fucked you tonight,” he said, parting her pussy lips.
She moaned again, louder this time.
“You’re so wet for me,“
Their faces were only inches apart. He kissed her again, fingers rubbing her pussy lips.
He led her to the kitchen counter without breaking the kiss.
She gasped when he turned her around and pinned her head to the counter. Her short skirt lifted to her round ass, her wet pussy facing him.
He shifted closer and pressed his clothed cock to her pussy. She moaned.
Then he took it out of his night shorts and held it in his hand. It pulsed when his palm touched it. The tip was bulgy, with a long and thick body, and veins all over it.
He breathed and stepped forward, stroking his cock.
Her legs shook when he rubbed his tip on her slime. He pushed it in…only halfway. Her voice dragged as she inhaled.
He pushed his cock inside her pussy until all his length was inside her.
“Arghhh, finally!" He groaned as he started fucking her, his big balls slapping her ass.
Her pussy was tight and warm. He shoved it in, slamming her hard, the sound of his balls hitting her ass echoed in the living room.
Her moans were loud, reverberating through the walls of the living room as he fucked her drunken state off.
But then they heard a door creek from upstairs. Then footsteps.
“Oh, shit! Your mom is coming,” he exclaimed, increasing his pace and force, his cock stretching her pussy with every thrust.
And almost immediately, his cum shot out and filled her pussy. He pulled out immediately and hid his cock inside his shorts.
She lifted her head from the counter and covered her ass, chest beating.
“Honey, is it you down there?" Her mom's voice came from downstairs.
“Yes, baby, I came to get water. I'm coming right away." He said, going up the stairs, movements hurried.
In the kitchen, her legs shook from the thought of what would have happened if her mom had caught them, while her pussy dripped with her own step father's juices.