I sit at the dinner table, the rich aroma of baked chicken filling my nostrils, trying to focus on my best friend’s chatter. She’s telling me about her latest crush, but I can feel the intense gaze of her stepfather lingering on me. He’s older, with a subtle air of dominance that makes me uncomfortable and excited at the same time.
His eyes are a piercing blue, and they seem to undress me as they wander over my body. I’m wearing a sundress, the summer heat making it almost unbearable to be any more covered, and I catch him staring at my legs. It sends a shiver down my spine and I’m not sure whether to be flattered or creeped out. He licks his lips slowly, his tongue flicking out in a way that makes me blush.
I try to concentrate on the conversation, but my mind keeps returning to him. His strong hands, the stubble on his face, the way his eyes rake over me in a manner that makes me feel like a piece of meat. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be dominated by him, to feel his powerful body on top of mine, to be totally at his mercy.
After dinner, I retreat to my room, my thoughts racing with all the dirty things I want him to do to me. I know it’s wrong, that I should be loyal to my best friend, but my body is betraying me. I slip into bed, my fingers trailing down between my legs, and I imagine it’s him touching me, making me feel things I’ve never experienced before. And then, just as I’m about to slip my fingers inside myself, the door creaks open.
He steps into the room, his imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlight, and the air leaves my lungs. He knows what I’ve been doing, what I’ve been thinking, and he smiles as he moves closer. “I knew you wanted this, that you needed it,” he murmurs, and I can’t deny it. I don’t want to.
He lifts the hem of my dress, his fingers skating over my skin, and I know I’m done for. I’m at his mercy, and it feels so good to finally let go. He starts to play with me, his fingers lingering on my delicate area, and before I know it, he’s slipping them inside me.
“I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to fuck you hard,” he promises, and I gasp at the crudeness of his words, but it only turns me on more.
His fingers pump in and out of me, and I can’t hold back a moan. It’s so good, so wrong, but I don’t care. He brings me to the brink of orgasm with his fingers, and then he moves down, his tongue lapping at me in a way that makes me cry out. He’s relentless, his tongue and fingers working me over until I’m sobbing his name, begging him to let me come.
And then, just as I’m about to shatter, he pulls away. I cry out in frustration, but he’s not done with me yet. He flips me over, lifting my hips so that I’m on all fours, and I know I’m about to be completely and utterly used for his pleasure.
He enters me without warning, his cock filling me in a way that makes me scream. He’s so big, so strong, and I can’t do anything but take it as he starts to fuck me hard. I can feel everything, the slap of his balls against my clit, the stretch of my pussy around him, and it’s so good that I know I’m going to shatter any moment now.
He reaches under me, going back to my clit, and it’s all I need. I come so hard that I’m seeing stars, my body shaking with the power of it. He keeps moving in me, and I can feel him coming close, too. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he’s coming in me, filling me up with his hot release.
He pulls out, leaving me gasping and shaking, and he smiles as he tucks himself back into his pants. “You’re mine now, and I’ll take you whenever I want,” he promises, and I can only nod my agreement. I’m his, and I can’t wait for him to use me again.
