Chapter 5
I lay completely still in the blue-lit dark, my chest rising and falling in shallow, nervous hitches as the intense heat behind me pressed firmly against my lower body.
I couldn't believe that my stepdad was getting hard because of me.
Was this actually happening, or... was he just having a wet dream?
My mind was racing at a million miles an hour. He had never shown any interest in loving me sexually apart from those quiet, lingering stares whenever I wore anything indecent around the house. He had always been the protective, dependable father figure who wiped my tears and paid my fees.
Instead of shifting away to create distance, I remained exactly where I was.
Deep down, I loved it. I loved the dangerous, forbidden feeling of holding so much power over him in the dead of night.
I assumed he was fast asleep, trapped in a wet dream, and I decided to take full advantage of it while I had the chance.
Slowly, carefully, I pushed my ass more against his hardness and began to grind softly against him.
The sensation was so intensely thrilling that my toes curled beneath the heavy blanket.
I began to grind my butt in slow, rhythmic slide, pressing the full, fleshy weight of my ass back into the hard length of his shaft.
With every subtle slide of my body against his, I could feel him reacting—growing even thicker, stiffer, and noticeably hotter through his clothes.
The realization that I was driving my own stepdad completely wild made a deep, aching warmth pool between my thighs. My core was throbbing, a slick, hot wetness fast soaking right through my tiny lace panties, coating the delicate fabric as my body fully gave in to the dirty sensation.
Yes, it was completely wrong, insanely dangerous, and morally twisted, but I simply couldn’t stop. The feeling was just too addicting, sending electric sparks straight down my spine with every single roll of my hips.
And the most thrilling part of it all was the quiet danger filling the air. My mom was right there on the other side of the bed, fast asleep, resting peacefully and completely oblivious to what her innocent-looking, first-class university daughter was doing right behind her back in the dark.
One sharp turn from her, one sudden movement, and everything would explode—yet that terrifying risk only made me grind my ass against him even harder, completely helpless to the surge of pleasure washing over me.
My heart skipped a frantic beat when his hand, which had been resting loosely on my waist, tightened into a firm, warm, possessive grip.
I instantly froze, my breath catching in my throat as my blood ran cold. I felt like disappearing right into the mattress, pure panic seizing my entire body. Oh my god, he caught me. He was awake the whole time.
I held my breath, waiting for the sudden shame, the angry lecture, or the harsh push away that would ruin everything.
But instead of pushing me away, I felt his warm, heavy breath fan directly against the shell of my ear, sending a blinding spark of electricity shivering throughout my entire body before he whispered in a low, husky rasp, "I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going. Daddy loves it."
My eyes widened in the dim blue light, my pulse hammering wildly against my ribs at the sheer darkness in his deep voice. I hesitated for a moment, processing the dirty reality that he was wide awake and urging me to continue.
I didn't see that coming, but I did turn me on even more. A dark, wicked pleasure took over my senses. I resumed my movements, sinking my body right back into his and beginning to grind against him with even more rhythm and desperate force.
He let out a low, heavy sigh from the back of his throat, pulling me even tighter against his broad chest so that no space remained between us. He leaned his lips right against my ear once more, his hot breath burning my skin as he whispered, "Just like that, Isabella. Don't stop."
His praises drove me completely crazy. Hearing him call my name in that deep, gravelly voice while telling me not to stop, shattered whatever self-control I had left.
I began to grind my ass against his dick harder and faster, abandoning all caution.
At this point, I was practically dripping wet.
My expensive lace underwear was completely messed up, drenched through with my own hot juices as I rubbed myself relentlessly against his stiff groin.
Driven by a sudden burst of boldness, I moved my hand down along my thigh, grasped the hem of my short silk nightgown, and slowly pulled the fabric up, bunched it right above my waist, exposing my bare legs, my hips, and my tiny panties completely to his touch.
Feeling the fabric lift, he gently slid his broad, heavy hand down from my waist, letting his rough fingers glide over my hip before wrapping firmly around the full curve of my ass. The touch of his warm, calloused palm sent another intense shockwave straight to my center.
His hands felt completely different from my boyfriend’s.
They were larger, firmer, carries the heavy, dominant weight of an older man who knew exactly how to take control.
Because the panties I wore were a tiny thong style that barely covered my ass cheeks, his bare palm was pressed directly against my smooth, bare skin, squeezing the soft flesh of my buttocks while I continued to roll my hips against his stiffness.
Unable to just be a passive receiver, I reached my own hand further back, sliding my fingers down between our grinding bodies until my palm pressed right against the front of his sleeping shorts. Through the thin cotton fabric, I grabbed his dick.
A sharp gasp nearly escaped my lips as I felt the sheer size of what he was packing.
I squeezed my fingers around the rigid shaft, completely stunned by the intense heat radiating through his clothes.
Wanting to feel everything without any barrier, I snaked my hand up under the elastic waistband of his shorts, dipping my fingers inside and wrapping my bare hand directly around his completely bare dick.
The moment my palm made direct contact with his bare, throbbing shaft, a intense shudder ran through my entire frame.
It was pulsing with extreme heat, smooth and slick at the head, and unbelievably thick.
I gently squeezed him, sliding my hand up and down his impressive length, feeling the prominent veins running along the sides and as his dick twitched, growing even thicker and harder right inside my warm palm.
It was longer and heavier than anything I had ever felt before, making my boyfriend's tool seem like a complete joke by comparison.
"You love what you are touching, right?" he whispered right into my ear.
I couldn't even say a word. I was completely speechless, panting softly through my open mouth.
Slowly, his broad hand slid away from squeezing my bare ass cheek.
He hooked two of his thick fingers beneath the narrow strip of my lace panties, shifting the wet fabric aside to expose my bare, dripping pussy to the cool bedroom air.
Without skipping a beat, he pressed his warm, broad fingers directly against my slick, swollen lips and began to rub my soaking hungry pussy.