Midnight Temptation

I sneaked into Sebastian’s bedroom pretending to sleepwalk, my naked body burning with need, hoping my stepfather would finally stop fighting the monster he’d awakened in both of us.

My mom actually slept just one door away. She slept off in her study while working and I didn’t care.

My pussy yearns for my StepDaddy even more since the night he’d ruined me during the storm, and filled his cum in me like he was filling up a loophole for a dirty secret that can’t be out in the open.

The possible pregnancy scare made my head spin, but it only made me wetter. I wore nothing but the stolen black leather collar buckled tight around my throat and a sheer robe that hid nothing. The silver ring rested cold against my racing pulse as I crept down the hall.

Mom’s soft breathing came through the connecting door, she’d finally come home exhausted from work. And still buried herself with work. Perfect timing for what I craved.

The mansion was quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside. I pushed Sebastian’s door open silently and stepped inside. He laid on his back, his muscular chest was rising and falling, the sheets were low on his hips. Even asleep he looked commanding.

My stepfather Sebastian. The man Mom married to give me fatherly love for after Dad’s painful death. The one who was supposed to be my daddy.

Well, he is giving me fatherly love but in another way. If you know what I mean.

I crawled onto the big bed like a shadow, my curvy body pressing against his warm back. My hard nipples dragged across his skin as I draped myself over him. Slowly, I slid one leg over his thigh, letting my soaked pussy grind against the hard muscle there. The friction made me bite my lip to stay quiet. I was dripping, my juices coating his skin as I rocked gently.

“Sebastian… Daddy,” I whispered against his neck, voice sleepy and dreamy like a real sleepwalker. My hand slipped under the sheets, finding his thick cock already stirring.

I stroked it softly, feeling it swell in my palm, veiny, heavy, perfect. Memories of the storm flooded me: how he’d choked me, spanked me, filled me until I screamed. “You felt so good stretching my virgin pussy… I need more.”

He stirred. His body tensed. Then his hand shot out, gripping my hip hard. “Charlotte?” His deep voice was rough with sleep and shock. His cock jumped fully hard in my hand. “What the fuck are you doing? This has to stop.”

I didn’t pull away. Instead, I pressed closer, grinding my wet folds along his thigh while my fingers kept stroking him. “I can’t stop, Daddy. Not after you ruined me. My body remembers every thrust.”

Tears pricked my eyes. “Can’t you see? I want you. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t crave me. This fire… only you can quench it. You make me feel alive when you’re rough with me.”

Sebastian groaned, his grip tightening painfully on my hip. His selfish side was winning, I could feel it in the way his hips twitched, pushing his thick cock into my hand. But he fought. “Princess, your mother is right next door. This could destroy our family. I’m trying to be better than this.”

His words stung, but they also thrilled me. I kept moving, rubbing my swollen clit against his thigh until I left a wet trail. “Then why are you so hard for me?” I whispered. “Your marriage to Mom is boring, isn’t it? She’s a great woman, but she’s always tired or working. She won’t give you what you really need,the ropes, the collar, the way you like to choke and claim.”

He flipped me suddenly onto my back, pinning me under his powerful body. His intense eyes burned down at me in the dark. One big hand wrapped around my throat, right over the stolen collar, squeezing just enough to make stars dance.

“You little thief,” he hissed. “You went into the basement.”

“Yes,” I gasped, arching up so my wet pussy rubbed against his cock. “I touch myself with it every night thinking about you dragging me down there and breaking me.”

His free hand slid between my legs, two thick fingers plunging deep into my soaked cunt without warning. I moaned softly, clenching around him. He fingered me roughly, curling just right how I like it, thumb grinding my clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me darling and fucking tight,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Such a dirty girl for your stepdaddy.”

I was close already, tears of pleasure leaking down my cheeks. This was what I needed, the naughtiness my mom couldn’t give him. He admitted it in a heated whisper while pumping his fingers faster. “Stacy’s amazing, but our sex life died. She’s always exhausted from work or too busy keeping the company on top. I planned a vacation once just to explore the dark things I want… she said no. Family image. Business. Too many excuses.”

His confession made me gush around his fingers. I reached down and stroked his massive cock, smearing the leaking precum. “Then use me, Daddy. I want it all. Choke me. Spank me. Breed me again.”

For a moment, he gave in. He kissed me hard, fingers fucking me faster, his thick cock throbbing in my grip.

Lightning-hot hope exploded. Finally I had him. We were going to fuck right here, raw and risky, while Mom slept next door.

Then Mom’s sleepy voice drifted through the wall. “Sebastian? Is everything okay dear?”

We both froze. His hand stilled inside me. My heart slammed against my ribs. The risk made everything adventurous.

Sebastian’s face twisted with guilt. His selfish protectiveness cracked, he genuinely cared about the family he was destroying, but the craving for the rough sex Stacy denied him was winning.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, making me whimper. “Go back to your room, Charlotte,” he whispered harshly, giving my ass a firm, stinging spank that echoed softly. “This ends tonight. I won’t let you get into my head again.”

His last words dashed my hope like cold water, but it somehow fueled my obsession. I slipped off the bed on shaky legs, my robe still open, collar still tight around my throat, pussy throbbing and dripping. In the hallway, I smiled through in the darkness , bringing my fingers to my lips and tasting myself.

Then I heard it through his closed door: the low, desperate sound of Sebastian moaning my name “Charlotte… fuck, baby girl” while the wet rhythmic sound of him stroking his cock filled the silence.

My knees weakened with satisfaction. He was breaking. If I try harder, I’ll get him. I don’t mind being my mom’s husband’s side chick.