~Lauren
My relationship with my mother was basically non-existent, she shipped me off to Spain for high school and didn't even bother to attend either of my graduations.
I could say her dying should be a pass but was it really? Whenever I reached out to her she found new ways to shut me down.
When I heard she was married I thought he was the reason she never paid any attention to me but after seeing him with another woman yesterday I am beginning to rethink that thought.
"Stepdad." The word rolls off my tongue smoothly, he was nothing like I expected. When I thought of a stepfather, I thought of an old man with streaks of grey locks or who looked like the fathers of some of the girls at the dorm.
But from the looks of it my mother liked them young, Troy looks like he's in his mid-thirties and just stepped out of a magazine.
He didn't like me though, it showed from the moment I stepped into the condo and his black eyes landed on mine. The playful smile he had for the woman in his arms dropped immediately.
I'm pretty sure I cockblocked him but I couldn't explain the jealousy that ran through my veins at the sight, and it wasn't because he was cheating on me but because he was mine.
I strutted into the kitchen in a thong and a sheer bralette, I could feel my nipple hardening from the cold air in the room.
Or maybe Troy, who was situated at the stove shirtless and in sweatpants that hung low.
He didn't notice me immediately but his shoulders tensed the second I leaned on the counter.
"What are you doing?" His voice was tight.
I looked at him confused, I only came here to make breakfast.
"Go put on some clothes."
Oh.
I smiled, "Why should I? You're not wearing much either."
He turned, fully taking me in and those black eyes of his planted straight on my chest.
I was always so proud of my breasts, not too big but eye-catching*
I took a step closing the distance between us.
"Lauren." He warned, like he still had control of this situation.
"Yes, daddy?"
Troy froze like I'd just kneed his balls, his fingers tightened around the spatula in his hand like it was the only thing stopping him from doing something reckless.
He looked at me like he was peeling me with those eyes of his, in a primal starving way.
If I had decided to bend over right now, I'm half certain he would see a wet patch around my pussy.
He bent over, letting his hot breath fan against the nook of my neck and my nipples hardened even more.
Fuck, I squeezed my legs together needing some type of friction to ease my need.
His tongue darted out wetting his lower lips and I watched it in slow motion, wishing they were on my pussy instead.
"While you're in my house you dress appropriately, not in a way that makes me want to see all of you." He breathed out.
"You want to see all of me?"
He shakes his head, unwilling to accept his growing desire for me. "You are still a child, Lauren."
"I am twenty two, and I do not look anything like a child."
He gulped, shaking his head again as my chest heaved up and down.
"No, this conversation ends here, go to your room and get dressed."
He didn't wait for my response, he just turned back to the stove, stirring the eggs with his jaw clenched.
"I will go get dressed," I said sweetly, dragging each syllable. "But just so you know, daddy it's not my outfit that makes you want me. It is me."
His hand paused mid-stir and I smiled to myself, hopping out of the kitchen knowing damn well his eyes were trained on my retreating figure.
My body buzzed with excitement as I made my way back to my room, I can't believe I just did that.
I can feel the wetness between my legs making my thong stick to me, I needed to cum. Bad.
I paused at the entrance, glancing from my room to his and I can't help but smile.
What other things could I do to make him snap like that, to make him put me on my knees and shove that hard cock of his in my mouth, fucking my throat till tears spill from my eyes as his cum fills my mouth?
I walk into his room and slide my panties down, I toss them to the floor and grab a pillow off the bed.
One thing I learned from staying with people was how to masturbate in silence. No man had looked at me with such fiery hunger like Troy did, he wanted to rip my clothes off me and I knew it, I could feel it.
It made me more alive in years than anything else had and I reveled in it.
I needed to be quick before he walked in on me, I glanced around the room searching for the perfect spot best for what I have in mind.
I don't see any so I place it on the floor and I straddle it, I spread my legs wider and I start to move my hips faster.
My eyes close and Troy's face fills my head.
I can hear his voice egging me to continue, "You're so naughty, Lauren. You couldn't wait for my cock now you're fucking my pillow."
"Fuck, yes daddy."
"Go on, ride that pillow like you would my face and my cock. Go faster little pest."
I rub my pussy harder against the pillow, pretending it is his lap I am straddling, I imagine rubbing my clit against his strained cock using him for my pleasure while he sits completely still fighting not to touch me.
I press myself further into the pillow and I shudder at the shock of desire that shoots through my spine, he'd be so powerless to his desires.
"You look so beautiful riding that pillow, pest." His voice is thick with need.
I close my eyes tighter, imagining him slamming me on his desk, spreading my legs wider as he feasts using his tongue and fingers to prepare my tight pussy for his cock.
Oh God, I'm so close.
Every move of my hips sends different streaks of pleasure through my spine and body. My climax rippled through me and I could nearly see black.
I shudder, rolling over as I collapse on the floor, I look at the wet spot my cum has left behind and a triumphant smile plants my face.
If I came this hard just thinking about Troy, how will it be in real time?
