Craving my stepdaddy

The wedding

Bronte’s POV

The shadow behind the curtain made my blood become cold.

As I stepped out of Rufus car, c*m still leaking down my thighs.

The front door was a bit open, and I could have sworn I saw the living room curtain move.

My heart was racing in my chest. Had Mom seen us?

Had she noticed how rough we both looked, with my dress wrinkled, my hair messy, Rufus shirt half unbuttoned?

Rufus noticed my tension. He placed a steadying hand on my lower back as we walked inside, his touch was comforting.

“Relax, she’s probably asleep” he whispered close to my ear.

I wasn’t so sure, the house was quiet. We crept upstairs. Mom’s bedroom door was closed.

I slipped into my room, heart still racing, and collapsed on my bed. Sleep didn’t come easy.

All I could think about was the risk and how much I loved it.

The next few weeks passed in growing obsession. Rufus and I barely had time alone but when we did, we devoured each other.

Quick kisses in the hallway, his hand slipping under my skirt while Mom was in the kitchen.

Late night texts that left me touching myself until I start whispering his name.

Then came the wedding day, It was a small, beautiful ceremony at a garden venue just outside the city.

Mom looked radiant in her cream dress, smiling like she had won the lottery.

Rufus looked devastating in his tailored black suit. Tall, broad shouldered, and commanding.

Every woman there kept stealing glances at him but his eyes kept finding me.

I wore a fitted lavender dress that displayed my curves and showed just enough cleavage to be dangerously seduced.

When I walked down the aisle as one of the bridesmaids, I felt his gaze burning into me like fire.

My n*****s hardened, my p***y needed him with every step.

During the vows, when Rufus said “I do” to my mother, a feeling of jealousy twisted in my stomach.

He was promising forever to her but I knew the truth, he had already claimed me in the back seat of his car.

He had filled me with his c*m while my mother slept upstairs.

After the ceremony during the reception, I finally found a moment alone with him near the bar.

Mom was busy chatting with guests.

“You look too f*****g beautiful,” he said with his eyes dark as they raked over my body.

I stepped closer, with my voice low. “Do you regret what we did?”

He took a sip of his drink, “No, but we need to be careful. Your mother is happy and I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Yet you still want me,” I whispered, my hand going down on him.

“Don’t you Daddy?”

I felt he was going to pull me behind the bushes and f**k me right there at his own wedding.

But then Mom called his name, and the moment was gone.

The rest of the night was sweet torture. Dancing with guests, smiling for photos, watching Rufus kiss my mother on the lips while his eyes kept finding me across the room.

By the time we got home that night, I was soaked and desperate.

Mom was exhausted and went straight to bed. The moment her door closed, I heard a knock on mine.

I opened it. Rufus stood there in the dark hallway, still in his wedding shirt, sleeves rolled up.

“We shouldn’t,” he whispered, but he stepped inside anyway, closing the door behind him.

I didn’t give him a chance to change his mind. I pushed him against the door and dropped to my knees, pulling his c**k out. He was already rock hard.

“f**k,” he groaned as I took him deep into my mouth, sucking him eagerly, my tongue moving around the head.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Bronte.”

He gripped my hair and f****d my face gently at first, then harder.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled me up, bent me over my desk, and went into me from behind in one smooth motion.

“Oh God, Daddy,” I moaned, trying to keep my voice down. “You feel so good inside me.”

He f****d me hard, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my hip.

“Quiet, baby girl. Your mother is right down the hall.”

The risk made everything hotter. I came hard around his c**k, my legs shaking.

He followed soon after, filling me deep with his hot c*m.

Afterward, we stood there, breathing heavily, his arms wrapped around me from behind.

“This is insane, but I can’t stop wanting you.”he whispered against my neck.

“Me neither,” I admitted.

He kissed my shoulder gently before slipping out of my room.

As I lay in bed that night, full of his c*m, wearing nothing but my pants, I smiled.

He was officially my stepdaddy now and I had never been more addicted.

At breakfast, Mom looks at both of us strangely and asks why we both look so tired while sitting right between us.