A Sinful Obsession with my Step-Daddy

Chapter 6- Daydreaming

~Katherine

"Open your legs, Kitty-cat," Bruce ordered, staring right at me with those burning hazel eyes. He would look toward the road for a second, then flash his dark gaze right back to me.

"Yes, daddy," I moaned, spreading my legs wide across the passenger seat.

"Take off your underwear."

I didn't waste a single second. I hooked my fingers into the elastic of my panties and pulled them straight down my legs.

"Your p***y is so pretty, Kitty," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through the car. "Look at how wet you are for me."

He reached over, rubbing his large, warm hand up my inner thighs. My p***y gave a violent twitch, and my breathing became fast and shallow. I couldn't believe this was actually happening right here in the car. Suddenly, he slapped my wet slit, and the sharp sting made me gasp. It only made me ten times wetter.

"You're such a naughty girl, Kitty," he growled. "You like when daddy touches your p***y, don't you?"

I opened my mouth wide, my eyes glazed over as he narrowed his eyes at me. "Yes, daddy. I love when you touch my pussy."

"Can I taste it?" he asked.

He slid two fingers right into my soaked heat, coating them, and then shoved his wet fingers straight into my mouth. He watched with a dark smirk as I greedily sucked my own juices off his skin.

"You're so horny, Kitty, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy. I want you to f**k me, daddy. Please f**k me."

"Say please again," he growled.

Bruce kept rubbing his wet fingers over my sensitive c**t, over and over, until I felt like I was completely losing my mind.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Kitty... Kitty."

I heard a voice calling out to me from far away.

"Kitty!"

The voice was much louder this time, and I completely broke out of my trance.

"I'm going to go get them. Stay in the car," he ordered, his deep voice snapping me completely back to reality.

I was daydreaming. My face burned with absolute shock and embarrassment. I was so incredibly horny that I had just spent the entire drive dreaming about Bruce touching me, all while sitting right beside him.

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Bruce walked out of the airport doors with his children, and I felt my breath hitch the exact second my eyes landed on his son. He was the absolute replica of his dad.

It was like looking at a mini-Bruce. From where I was sitting, I could tell he was a few years older than me.

Hudson was incredibly tall, with a massive, broad physique that showed straight through his fitted shirt. He had the same sharp, chiseled jawline as Bruce, dark hair, and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to look right through you. He was built solid, with wide shoulders and a powerful frame.

His daughter, on the other hand, looked absolutely nothing like him. She was gorgeous, with long, beautiful blonde hair cascading all the way down her back. She had bright blue eyes and a smile that was incredibly alluring.

Walking right behind them were three other men dressed in all-black suits. I could only assume they were security. The whole family looked so incredibly bougie and put together.

As they got closer to the car, I couldn't help but get super nervous. My pulse started racing against my chest. What if they didn't like me? What if they were just spoiled, arrogant brats?

Bruce opened the trunk, and the security guards quickly loaded their expensive luggage inside. Then, the three guards walked away, stepping into two other black SUVs parked right behind us to follow us closely.

The car doors opened, and Dalia and Hudson slid into the back seat.

Immediately, the second Dalia saw me, she leaned forward and hugged me tight over the headrest. "You must be Katherine! I've always wanted a sister. My name is Dalia."

I was completely stunned by how incredibly friendly she was. The tension in my shoulders melted, and I hugged her back, smiling. "You can call me Kitty."

"Hi, my name is Hudson," Bruce's son said from the seat beside her.

I turned my head to look at him, and he smiled at me for a very long time, his hazel eyes locking onto mine. I smiled back at him, feeling my heart do a strange, sudden flutter in my chest.

Bruce started the engine, and we all drove home toward the estate with the two security SUVs followed right behind us.

'Am I a bad person?' I asked myself, staring out the window. 'What is wrong with me?'

We finally pulled into the mansion’s driveway. My mum was already standing right at the front door waiting for them, dressed in what I knew was the latest, most expensive Chipharlie collection. Seeing her standing there made a harsh wave of reality hit me.

'I have to kill these feelings right now,' I told myself.

Bruce put the car in park and stepped out. I watched through the windshield as he walked up to my mother. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed right in front of me. I felt my heart drop all the way to my feet. It was a horrible, sinking feeling.

This couldn't happen. It was completely wrong. There was absolutely no way I could continue fantasizing about this man while he belonged to my mother.

We all got out of the car and walked up to the porch. After a few minutes of introductions and fake small talk, Gwen looked over at me.

"Kitty, why don't you show the kids around the house?" Gwen suggested, waving her hand toward the door.

I rolled my eyes in response, but I didn't argue. "Sure. Follow me," I said, turning around.

I walked Dalia and Hudson upstairs, showing them the main rooms and the hallways. Hudson stayed a little behind, looking around, which left me walking right next to Dalia. I looked at her gorgeous hair, unable to handle my curiosity anymore.

"Hey, Dalia," I started softly. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?" she asked with a bright smile.

"Why do you have blonde hair? Bruce and Hudson are so dark."

"Oh!" Dalia laughed gently. "My mum's hair is blonde. I get it from her."

"Umm... is she... alive?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Yes, my mum is alive," Dalia replied easily. "My parents are divorced."

"Can I ask why?" I asked, feeling a little nosy. I just couldn't help it. I wanted to know why on earth a man as powerful and perfect as Bruce would ever get divorced.

Dalia's smile faded a little, and her voice dropped. "She cheated."