Morning comes a bit too slowly.
My body is still in yesterday, still craving more of my stepfather, still high off the orgasm he gave me with just his words. It’s nice to know that he wants me like I want him too.
My fears were all in my head, maybe if I push a bit harder, he’ll let me have him.
All I can think of is the swell of his c**k, he probably thinks I didn't notice but I did, it is too hard to pretend I didn't see the very thing that is causing me to get wet first thing in the morning.
“God…” I whimper and press my thigh together, everything is torture, the dull ache between my thigh and the wetness seeping out from between my lips is too much.
On cue, I hear the shower start down the hallway from my parents’ bathroom and I bite my lips as a thought flashes through my mind.
