Chapter 8
Chase
Haley bites into a piece of toast, insanely beautiful at the counter while wearing only one of my button-down shirts.
Yet the cotton material can’t hide the utter lushness of the young woman.
It gapes a bit at the neckline, hinting at her giant Double D’s, and her long slim legs are crossed beneath her kitchen island, her toenails painted a cute petal pink.
My cock jerks as I look at her, still in disbelief that I finally get to be with my gorgeous stepdaughter.
After all, I’ve been lusting after Haley for years.
Since she was nothing but a high school girl living under my roof.
I fantasized about lapping at those enormous teats before fucking her tight pussy down below.
I had visions of Haley kneeling in the shower before me, sucking my huge dick before swallowing my come and then licking her lips like a satisfied cat after it was done.
And now, my fantasies have come true. Haley spends every night in my bed, and I get to enjoy that curvy female body whenever I want.
Not only that, but her cunt’s even wetter than I dreamed, and her asshole is unbelievably tight too.
Yeah, I’ve claimed that round, ripe peach and goddamn, but the reality is even better than fantasy.
Yet it’s not just sucking and fucking 24/7, although we do plenty of that to be sure.
Haley and I get along as people too, and that’s been the biggest surprise.
I didn’t have high hopes for a real connection with a woman of only twenty-one, but my stepdaughter’s charming, funny, sassy, and a riot to be with.
She’s undisputedly sexy, but also intelligent and saucy, and I love talking with her, joking with her, and just being in her general presence.
Right now, I’m cooking the sweet girl breakfast, which is something that’s come to be a habit.
I have a chef, but Mrs. Poehler’s not in on Saturday mornings, and I actually love nourishing my girl myself.
I want Haley to be happy and well-fed, and if it means taking out the spatula and whipping up some vittles to keep her healthy, then I’m only too happy to do the honors.
“Mmm, this is so good,” Haley murmurs blissfully while crunching into a juicy piece of bacon. “It’s going to add ten pounds to my hips, but it’s totally worth it.”
I shoot her a look from where I’m making chocolate chip pancakes for my girl.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about your weight. You’re perfect the way you are. Hell, if you put on twenty pounds, you’d look even better.”
Haley shoots me a wry look while taking another crunchy bite of bacon.
“Really? Twenty pounds? I’d be a pretty big girl with an extra twenty.”
“No, you’d be gorgeous,” I fire back immediately, turning from the stove for a moment to fix her with a look.
“Your breasts would grow and your hips would be wider and more feminine. You know I love your hourglass shape, baby, and emphasizing it would only make me come harder. Fuck yeah, grow those titties for me, sweetheart.”
“Oh you!” she squeals with pleasure, mirth dancing in her eyes. “You’re so dirty, Chase!”
“You know it,” I rasp while waggling my brows at her.
Then, I plate the pancakes before pushing them towards her over the kitchen island.
The ovals are an appetizing golden-brown, and I sprinkle powdered sugar over them before handing Haley the maple syrup.
She takes the bear-shaped bottle and giggles.
“You treat me so well, Mr. Wheaton.”
“I do, don’t I?” I rasp before dropping a kiss on her bare shoulder where my shirt has slipped off her ivory curves. “I want my girl happy, well-fed, and ready to rumble.”
“Oh you!” she giggles again while squirting a big puddle of maple syrup over her pancakes. “I’m so spoiled! I swear, you treat me like a princess, Daddy.”
“Then why are you still working as a barista, honey?” I ask before sitting down to my own meal of a ham, spinach and goat cheese frittata. “I’ve offered to support you and yet you continue to insist on working at the cafe.”
Her slim shoulders sag a bit.
“It’s just that I hate being dependent on a man,” Haley murmurs, her blue eyes downcast. “I always thought I’d have a career, but look at me,” she says with a wry smile. “I’m unable to find a job in my chosen field, and instead, I toil away at Aroma House, pulling shots and wiping up spills.”
I cover her small hand with my big one before staring deeply into Haley’s eyes. The young blonde is so innocent and beautiful that my heart thumps hard in my chest, and my next words are earnest.
“Sweetheart, honest work is honest work, and I’m proud of you for not being afraid to get your hands dirty and scrub floors if need be.
I’ve heard that café customers can be insanely demanding too, what with their complicated drink orders and entitled attitudes.
Again, I’m proud of you. But I also want to reiterate that anytime you want to quit, go ahead, sweetheart.
I’m more than happy to support you and you’re basically already living here 24/7. ”
The young girl shoots me a shy smile.
“I am, aren’t I?” she murmurs, giving my hand a squeeze. “But the thing is that I want to make something of myself. I don’t want to be a mooch.”
I stare deeply into her eyes.
“You would never be a mooch, sweetheart. I’m happy to provide anything and everything you need, and that includes helping you find your career path if you want. You studied child psychology, right? I can talk to some people and see if we can get you an internship somewhere.”
Haley blinks at me.
“Really?” she whispers. “You’d do that for me?”
I squeeze her hand again before dropping a light kiss on those luscious lips. She’s soft, fragrant, and so fucking sexy that I want to push her to the ground and fuck the living daylights out of her right here on the kitchen floor. But instead, I nod seriously.
“Of course, baby girl. I’d do anything for you. What are you looking for? A position at a day care? Substitute teaching? Working as a school psychologist?”
“Oh, I’m not qualified to be a school psychologist yet,” Haley says quickly. “I’d need to go back to school for that and get a Masters in Social Work at the very least.”
I nod.
“Perfect. Do you want me to pull some strings over at St. Cloud State? Or Marymount? I know some folks there and we could get you admitted by next semester.”
Haley colors, looking surprised, before biting her lip.
“Well, maybe I’m not ready to be a student again,” she hedges. “Things are just moving so fast!”
I shrug and grin at her.
“Speak the word, baby girl, and I’ll make it happen.”
Haley smiles again, almost glowing with joy, and it makes me feel good to know that I made her happy. It feels right to do everything in my power to help this woman, and to support her in whichever direction she chooses to go. Haley is mine, and slowly but surely, she’s realizing it too.
But then she shoots me a questioning look.
“But Daddy, we’re not using protection when we’re intimate,” she says in a small voice. “You know I’m going to get pregnant soon if we don’t start using something.”
I drop another kiss on her bare shoulder.
“I know, baby girl, and I love that about you. I love knowing that you’re ripe and fertile, and that every time I come in you, you might conceive my child. It’s what I want – to see you grow big and swollen with my child in your belly.”
She blushes red.
“But what about all these career plans we just talked about? And school too?”
I shrug.
“You don’t have to do any of them, if you don’t want, sweetheart. Or you could do all of them, and we could find a nanny to help care for the baby while you go back for your degree. Two, or even three nannies, if that’s what it takes.”
Haley nods slowly.
“I see what you mean,” she murmurs. “But there are still too many unanswered questions, Chase. We need to address them before doing something as momentous as starting a family.”
I put my fork down and hold my hands out wide.
“Shoot, honey. I’m all ears.”
The young blonde pauses a moment, and then turns to me, her expression serious.
“Well, there’s the issue of your divorce from my mom.
Brenda put on a lot of weight while you were married, and I acknowledge that.
But just now, you were telling me that I should gain twenty pounds.
But if you like bigger girls, then why did you leave my mom?
” she asks in a slow voice. “I know there’s a difference because I’d still be “smaller” even at a bigger size, while my mom is just big, big.
But it’s because of her medication! She didn’t choose to blow up. It’s the steroids that did it to her.”
“That’s right,” I say in a low voice. “Yes, Brenda blew up and yes, I understand it was because of her medical issues. But ultimately, that’s not what drove my decision to ask for a divorce.”
Haley is still for a moment, but then she gives me a forthright look.
“Then what drove your decision?”
I take a deep breath before meeting her eyes square.
“There are a lot of factors that go into the dissolution of a marriage, and it’s hard to say exactly what caused the rupture.
But the long and the short of it is that we’d been struggling for a while.
Yes, Brenda hurt her back and was on a cocktail of drugs for years.
She gained weight, but it wasn’t just that. It was a lot of things.”
“But like what?” Hailey inquires in a plaintive voice. “Tell me, Chase.”
My heart squeezes in my chest because am I ready to reveal the real reason that I left Brenda?
Because I was ungodly attracted to her teenage daughter, and could no longer live under the same roof as sexy jailbait?
But I don’t want Haley to feel bad about the dissolution of my marriage, so I hem and haw.
“There were a number of factors,” I say in a smooth tone.
“We weren’t seeing each other much because I was working a lot of hours, and your mom needed someone because of her injuries.
She was bed-bound and there are only so many hours of Netflix you can watch in a day.
I wasn’t there for Brenda, and that’s on me. The divorce was my fault.”
Of course, these words are true because when I realized I was attracted to my underage stepdaughter, I immediately began spending more time at work.
Hell, I was at the office from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m. sometimes, claiming that I was “chained to my desk” and “swamped to the gills” with work.
There were even nights when I checked into a hotel rather than go home and subject myself to temptation.
But Haley doesn’t have to know the real motivation, which is that I was trying not to seduce her while she was underage.
“I see,” she says with a puzzled look on her pretty features.
I nod while squeezing her hand.
“It’s impossible to see inside someone else’s marriage, baby girl,” I say in a raspy voice. “I hope you understand that, and I hope that when we get married someday, you’ll see how it’s a union with only room for two.”
Her cornflower blue eyes widen with surprise as her cheeks color.
“You want to get married?” she squeaks. “Really, Daddy?”
My heart thumps as I look at the beautiful woman because I’ve never been so serious.
“Yes, baby girl. I went to the Citadel that night to treat myself for Christmas. I was buying a beautiful woman whom I’d use and enjoy, but it’s turned into something more.
You’re wife material, sweetheart, and I want to keep you at my side forever.
I’d be even more delighted if you conceived, as the ultimate belated Christmas gift. ”
“But you used to be married to my mom,” Haley whispers, her cheeks a fetching pink. I can see her big breasts rise and fall within my shirt, and I know she’s aroused by my romantic declaration.
“I was,” I whisper back. “But I think we can work around it.”
Then, I kiss her lips passionately, and the young woman’s mouth opens beneath mine, admitting my tongue.
I tilt her head so that she’s exactly at the angle that I like, and then pull her into my lap to cradle that lush body against my hard one.
Her shirt falls open even more, and I reach a hand in to fondle a big tit.
“I want our children to nurse here,” I rasp. “Nothing would make me happier,” I say before tweaking the stiff pink tip.
She shudders in my arms, crying out with pleasure.
“Yes, Daddy!” Haley moans. “Of course I want to give you babies. Now take me, hard, fast and unprotected!”
My sweet girl doesn’t need to ask twice.
Within seconds, I have her on the kitchen floor, moaning with pleasure as I suckle her tits before fucking into that sopping wet snatch.
Seed bursts from my cock on the first stroke because Haley is everything I’ve ever wanted, and even more if I’m being honest. But how do we tell her mother?
Brenda didn’t do anything wrong per se, and I make a mental note to discuss this with Haley .
.. even as the young woman shrieks my name in climax.