100 Ways To Pleasure A Little Muse

Chapter 6

MELISSA’S POV

Despite my fingers being knuckles-deep in my p***y, I was dripping like leaking water. My body was so hot, I almost believed I was drugged with an aphrodisiac.

My neck fell backwards as I thrusted my fingers in and out of my core with the speed of a starved man.

A minute passed and the desire began to wear out. Relief washed over me and my breathing became stable once again.

Cum coated my fingers and my thighs, dripping to the floor like a w***e, but before I could think of cleaning myself up, the bathroom door began to creak open and had my heart racing.

In my head, I began to scramble for what to do so my step-daddy didn't see the mess I created in his room, but left with no time to clean up, I had to save myself first from embarrassment, so I ran, while c*m dripped down my p***y.

The second I entered my room, I slammed the door behind me, heaving as though I just ran a hundred meter race.

“What have you done, Melissa?” I scolded myself, rubbing my forehead in sheer embarrassment.

I only had just one prayer at that moment, and it was directed to any god that lives, and that was—hoping Bryan didn’t catch sight of the mess on the floor in his room.

He is smart—smart enough to be named a genius and without doubt, he’d know I was responsible for this mess. We both were.

I remained behind the door for a few more minutes before going into the bathroom to wash up.

My brain didn’t grab the memo—it kept rewinding back to my step-daddy’s grunting sounds as he stroked himself in the bathroom, making my body warm up, despite the fact that I was under a cold running shower.

My fingers twitched beside me, aching to touch my body—my p***y to be precised.

It was funny how I was never one to masturbate, but ever since Daddy finger-f****d me two days ago, my fingers were now familiar with my p***y, always going down there at the slightest turn on.

After several minutes of touching myself, while pretending my fingers were that of my step-daddy’s, I was done showering.

I put on my pajamas—a short, which was barely covering my ass and a see-through button-up shirt.

As I laid on the bed, sleep was the last thing on my mind. I kept thinking about bad, filthy things a daughter shouldn’t be thinking about her step-daddy, but I couldn’t help it.

I wanted him so bad, I felt like I was going crazy.

I have always known the attraction I had for Bryan didn’t start two days ago in the truck. It started two years ago when Mom introduced him as her husband, then, I was only sixteen years old.

I was able to stop myself from getting more attracted towards him, but that was a temporary solution. It didn’t help for much longer.

However, now that we’ve crossed the forbidden line, I couldn’t stop myself.

Shit! I couldn’t stop myself as I made my way to Bryan’s room.

I didn’t know when I left my room, but all I knew was sleeping wasn’t an option and until Bryan f***s my brain out, I wouldn’t be able to sleep or perhaps move on.

A soft knock was placed on the door by me. “Daddy, it’s me, Melissa.” As those words left my mouth, my heart was racing fast in my chest.

What if he sends me away?

What if he was asleep?

My mind was spiraling on its axis until the door pushed open and my step-daddy’s face came to view. His brows furrowed for a second before returning to normal.

“Princess.” He called in a low, husky voice that sent a jolt directly to my already throbbing p***y.

“Yes. Can I come in?” I asked, trying not to fumble with my pajamas’ shirt.

Bryan’s gaze dropped from my face to my body and his jaw tightened for a second. “Yes, come in.” His voice strained.

He was trying to control himself like always.

I stepped into the room, my eyes falling on the spot where I created a mess, but it was now spotless.

Oh. My. Goodness!

He knew!

My step-daddy knew who had touched herself and came in his room like a w***e, before scrambling off like a scared cat.

I was lost for words. “I…. I…” I swallowed, no words coming out of my mouth.

“Why are you here?” Bryan stood in front of me, his eyes darting from my face to my chest and then, my shorts which were barely covering my ass.

“I…I am having nightmares.” The lie rolled off my tongue so effortlessly, one would think I’ve been practicing it all day. “I’m scared of sleeping alone.”

Step-daddy’s eyes twitched as they fell on mine. One thing was for sure—he knew I was lying.

“Okay, you can sleep on the bed.”

But then, he didn’t press further, which came as a surprise, considering he was struggling to control himself around me, and pushing me away was the best card he had up his sleeve.

“You’ll let me?” I asked, my eyes widened.

“Yes.” He simply shrugged.

“Thank you!” I walked the remaining steps to the bed and fell on it.

But then, from my peripheral vision, I could see Bryan staring at my almost visible ass and his eyes darkened.

His fingers found their way into his already messy hair, digging their way through it.

Good. His control was a step away from snapping.

I want him to f**k me like he was mad at me for teasing him. For seducing him.

“Aren’t you sleeping?” I asked, my brows furrowed.

“I’ll be back.” He replied without glancing my way as he walked out of the room.

I smiled in contentment. My plan was going smoothly.

Before Bryan returned to the room, I had unbuttoned my shirt, leaving just a button on and my breasts were visible. I rolled over and over on the bed until my shorts rode up and my ass was visible.

The second I noticed he was by the door, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep while looking like a whole meal sprawled on his bed.

Bryan stepped in and paused for a second, probably staring at my naked ass and my breasts. My heart was racing as I waited for his next action.

One second..

Two seconds….

Three seconds….

Ten seconds…….

He didn’t do anything and I grew tired of waiting, but before I could peel my eyes open, his side of the bed dipped and his warmth embraced me.

I paused for a second, mulling over what just happened.

He saw my ass and my breasts open, yet, he didn’t do anything, instead, he behaved like a gentleman and pretended like he saw nothing?

Anger rose up to my chest and I felt hurt so much, my heart was in pain. I guess my body was not enough to seduce him, after all, I wasn’t like other women he had f****d in the past.

As I made to cover my ass and button up my shirt, a strong hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to him.

A gasp escaped my lips and then his breath came down on my neck, hot. “Were you trying to seduce me, Princess?”

“You weren’t falling for it, so I think I should leave before I embarrass myself further.” I replied, struggling to get out of his hold.

“And who told you I wasn’t falling for it?” Step-daddy growled in my ear. “How about you see for yourself?”

Before I could say another word, he grabbed my right hand and placed it directly on his c**k, which was bulging against the sweatpants he was wearing.

His c**k was so huge and thick, I could trace each and every vein on it.

“So, Princess. Do you still think you don’t have an effect on me?” Step-daddy asked, biting my earlobe.

“No….I do have an effect on you and I think I’d use it to my advantage.” I replied as I grabbed his c**k through the fabric of the sweatpants, rubbing it back and forth.

“Why were you stroking yourself in the bathroom earlier while fantasizing about me? All you had to do was tell me and I’d bring you pleasure, Step-daddy.” I turned to face him, meeting his dark eyes as I continued rubbing his thick c**k, which my hand could barely cover.

He was so thick…..so full….so long and veiny.

“This is wrong, Princess. I’m your step-daddy. Your mother’s husband.” He tried reminding me, maybe, just maybe, I’d stop and run to my room in guilt.

But I’ve gone past that phase. I knew what I wanted and that was HIM.

“We are not blood related and Mom does not treat you like you matter, so how about I show you how much you matter?” I asked as I climbed onto his thighs, while he laid there in confusion.

“What are you trying to do?” He asked.

“This is me showing you how much you and your c**k matter.” I replied in a flirty voice as I reached for the band of his sweatpants, dragging it down his hips.

His c**k immediately sprang free, as if waiting for this moment all its life.

The second my eyes made contact with the monster in my face, I gasped.

He was so big…..so veiny, I began to wonder if my hands and mouth could take him in.

Suddenly a low chuckle reverberated in the room, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Having a change of mind already?”