My New Step-Dad(21)

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After a couple of hours and more than a couple of drinks, I finally get up and make my way to my bedroom. I have played Sophie’s words over and over in my head. As I walk down the hall, I pause outside her door, listening for any sounds.

“Get it together, Bruce,” I whisper to myself, and then go to my room.

I get undressed and slide on some loose shorts, preparing to rub my aching cock before I pass out. It hurts all the time now, and it’s because of Sophie. I never had this problem before. I went years without anything more than a twitch.

I let out a frustrated grunt and climb onto the cool sheets, reaching down to palm my throbbing dick. I rub it a few times, thinking of Sophie, and then her words from tonight pop into my head.

She says she wants someone to choose her and give up everything for her. What does she expect? Does she really think I can make a life with my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter and not have people go crazy? Does she expect me to just give up the career I’ve worked decades to achieve?

I rub my cock, and I just get madder. How can she think it’s that simple, or that I haven’t been chasing after her? That’s all my mind seems to doing. Her young * just walks into my house, flips it upside down, and I’m supposed to just agree to everything she wants, because she’s perfect?

Fuck.

I try to shake her out of my head and just get off so I can go to sleep. But every time I stroke myself, it’s her who’s in my mind. I’m craving her taste, her scent, her touch, and it’s driving me insane. More than anything I want to feel her lips against mine. Would I be her first kiss, I wonder? Would I be her first everything? White-hot desire and longing shoot through me.

Kicking back the covers, I get up out of bed and storm down the hall. I’ll show her how much I choose her.

When I burst into her room, I go over to her nightstand and flip on the bedside lamp, startling her awake.

“Bruce, what’s wrong?” Her sleepy eyes blink awake, trying to figure out what’s happening.

“What’s wrong is you coming into my life like this and messing up everything I had planned. I’ve never been like this before.” I reach down and palm my hard cock that won’t stop aching, showing her what she does to me. “It won’t go away. It’s because I want you so much and now you don’t want me?”

Her eyes follow my hands down to my cock and watch me stroke myself.

“No,” she says, and rolls over away from me.

“No?”

“I’m not playing games with you, Bruce. I don’t want it like this,” she says into the pillow, not looking at me.

“Sophie,” I plead, my whole body trembling with my need for her. I don’t know what to do. I can’t believe I’m begging, but I’d do anything in this moment for her.

When she doesn’t respond, I climb onto the bed and she rolls over to look at me.

“I’m not doing this again. You can’t just come in here, get off on me, and then leave.”

“Please, Sophie. I need you.” I look down at my cock, and the end is nearly purple with need. My whole body shakes and I can see that I’m dripping pre-cum everywhere. “I’ve tried jerking off but it doesn’t work. I need to see it,” I beg.

She looks around the room, and then back at me. “Okay, but this is the last time,” she says, and then rolls onto her back, kicking the covers away. I kneel on the end of the bed, and she spreads her legs on either side of mine. She’s wearing a thin, see-through tank top and powder blue cotton panties.

I start stroking my cock at the sight of her, and as her little hand reaches down and pulls the fabric away from her *, I struggle not to cum. She’s so pink and perfect, glistening with dew. I lick my lips, just wanting a small taste, but hold myself back. This is all I get tonight, I remind myself. This has to hold me over.

I stare at her * as I squeeze my cock tight, pretending it’s inside her. Suddenly, I see her other hand come down and start rubbing her clit, and I let out a choked moan.

“Oh f*ck, Sophie. I’m gonna cum,” I say, watching her fingers rub her clit.

“You can wait until I cum,” she says, and my eyes snap up to meet hers. She’s testing me, and God help me, I’ll do whatever she asks.

“Okay.”

I take deep breaths and watch her rub her slick *. She brings her fingers down to her opening, drawing her honey up to her clit to make it slick. She rubs faster.

“Goddamn it,” I grunt, and slightly pinch the end of my cock to keep cum from shooting out. “Please cum, Sophie. I can’t hold out.”

“Bruce,” she whispers, and throws her head back, closing her eyes in pleasure.

She’s killing me slowly, and what a beautiful way to go. If I die right now, my only regret would be not sinking deep inside her first.

She rubs even faster, and suddenly she arches off the bed. “I’m cumming!” she shouts, and it’s the green light to unload.

I watch the opening of her * pulse and release sweet honey drops of her pleasure. I stroke my cock twice and my cum shoots out hard and fast, splashing across her virgin * and thick thighs.

“Sophie,” I breathe, and struggle to stay upright. My orgasm is powerful and nearly crippling but oh so sweet.

Suddenly, she pulls her panties over her *, and rolls away from me.