A Sinful Obsession with my Step-Daddy

Chapter 9- Yes, kitty

~Bruce

I could tell already that this girl was going to be the death of me. I quickly tucked my rock-hard b***r into the waistband of my boxer briefs, trying to catch my breath.

I smoothed down my shirt, patted my face down, and stepped out into the hallway toward Dalia's voice.

"Hey, baby," I said, putting on my best calm dad voice.

Dalia smiled and leaned in to hug me tight. "Hey, Dad."

Holding her, a heavy wave of guilt hit my chest. She was the exact same age as Kitty. By law, after this wedding, Kitty was supposed to be my daughter, too. I couldn't believe I was losing my mind over a twenty-year-old girl. But the way Kitty spoke to me, the way she looked at me—she was just so f*****g naughty.

All I could think about was pushing my whole c**k deep into her tight p***y until she cried out and begged me to stop.

I wanted to teach her a real lesson for playing these dangerous games with a grown man. I was fighting the urge to just turn around, walk back into her room, and give her everything she wanted.

It was ruining my focus. I couldn't even think through my business meetings anymore. I couldn't concentrate on a single deal. Ever since she put my c**k in her mouth, I couldn't think of anything else. But this was completely wrong. I was marrying her mother soon, and I had to stop.

I walked with Dalia into her bedroom, and Hudson came in a second later. We sat down on the edge of the bed just to talk. It had been a long time since I had my kids all to myself.

Their mother, Valerie, always made it a living hell anytime I wanted to see them. She thought using the kids as a weapon would force me to get back together with her, but that was never going to happen in this lifetime.

After talking with them for a while, they finally started to get sleepy. I told them goodnight and kissed Dalia's forehead. Instead of heading to the guest room down the hall, I decided I needed to get back to my hotel room immediately. I couldn't stay under the same roof as Kitty tonight. Not like this.

As I walked down the hall, I spotted Kitty. I completely avoided her eye contact and marched straight past her, down the stairs, and out to my car. I didn't think I could control myself if I smelled her perfume or felt the heat of her bare body near me again.

I got inside the Maserati and locked the doors, gripping the steering wheel tight, fighting to keep my cool. The silence of the car only made the blood pump harder between my legs.

"f**k," I groaned out loud.

I couldn't take it anymore. I reached down, unbuttoning my trousers and shoving them down past my hips.

My massive c**k sprung out, completely hard, dark, and throbbing against the leather seat. I gripped my thick length with a tight fist and started jerking it hard, my mind instantly flashing back to the feeling of her wet lips on mine.

"Oh my God, yes... Kitty-cat," I growled into the dark car, pumping my hand faster and faster. "Suck daddy's c**k. Ah, ah, yes, Kitty... you're doing so good."

I closed my eyes, and all I could see was her standing naked on that balcony, her huge t**s completely exposed to the night air. I remembered how soft her skin felt when I had her trapped against me, and how loudly she moaned when I squeezed her hard n*****s back in her room.

"Ah... f**k, that feels so good," I panted, my hips bucking slightly against the driver's seat.

I was completely losing control over myself, and I absolutely hated it. But I couldn't stop. I gripped the base of my d**k, stroking at a fast pace, moaning her name out into the darkness until I finally exploded, shooting thick lines of hot c*m all over my hand and stomach.

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~Katherine

The moment I heard Dalia’s voice outside my door, I felt my heart sink to my feet.

"Oh my God, Kitty, what the f**k?" I whispered to myself, my heart hammering furiously against my ribs.

I quickly pulled my silk robe back on and tied it tightly around my waist, trying to collect my scattered thoughts. It was totally useless.

My p***y was dripping wet, and my n*****s were still tingling from where his large fingers had just pinched them. My brain kept replaying the interaction over and over again like a movie.

I didn't want him to stop. I really, really wanted him to just push me onto the bed and f**k me until my legs completely gave in. I wanted to lose my virginity to him, and no one else.

"Get a grip, Kitty," I muttered, shaking my head.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and poured myself a tall, cold glass of water. I was so flustered that the ice didn't even help; my mind couldn't help but wander right back to the weight of his body. The feeling of his chest against my hard, sensitive n*****s. was completely doomed.

I walked back upstairs, but instead of going to my room, I stopped right outside Dalia's bedroom door. I stood there in the dark, listening to his deep, rough voice as he talked and laughed with his kids. Just hearing the rumble of his voice made my legs feel like total jelly.

After a few minutes, I walked back into my room, but I couldn't sit still. The tension in my body was too high. I walked out into the hall again just as Bruce was leaving.

He rushed out of the room, completely ignoring my existence, and my heart instantly sank into my stomach. I started to follow directly behind him, watching his broad shoulders disappear down the stairs.

I watched him walk out the front door. Still completely consumed by pure lust, I sneaked down the stairs and crept toward the large front windows that faced the driveway. I hid myself behind the heavy curtains, peeking out at his Maserati.

The interior light of his car was still on, and my eyes went completely wide. Bruce had his trousers pulled all the way down. His massive hand was wrapped tightly around his huge c**k, and he was jerking himself hard, his chiseled face tight and strained with pure pleasure.

I was absolutely elated. He was thinking about me. I felt my heart beating rapidly. He was totally moved by what I had done on the balcony. He couldn't handle it either.

Watching his large hand pump up and down his thick length made my own body catch fire all over again. Right there behind the curtain, I slid my hand inside my silk robe.

I parted my thighs and started touching myself, rubbing my fingers against my soaking wet p***y hole while keeping my eyes locked on him through the dark glass.

I watched him throw his head back, his lips moving as he groaned deeply into the empty car. I moved my fingers faster and faster rubbing my swollen c**t until it throbbed.

Suddenly, Bruce stiffened, his whole body bucking against the seat as he exploded, shooting thick white c*m all over his hand. Just watching him c*m was enough to make me c*m.

I mashed my fingers against my c**t one last time. My whole body vibrated and shook as a wave of intense pleasure crashed through me, leaving me breathless.