Page 13 of Deceitful Dreams

Wyatt

We silently pack our bags and check out of the hotel, the tension of what happened the previous night hanging between us. I don’t offer breakfast, and Sophie doesn’t ask for a slushie as I pull out onto the highway.

Less than six hours ago, I had my cock shoved up in my step-daughter’s tight pussy, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I nearly didn’t believe it when I woke up, my dream blinking into a reality. I’ve had the same vision the past three nights of her riding my cock till I came inside her.

She leans over, fiddling with the radio and blasting music louder than we’ve been listening to this entire road trip. My teeth grind in annoyance. I reach over and turn it off.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

Sophie shrugs, looking out the window. “Sure.”

With a sigh, I place my hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently. She tenses, her head falling to watch where I’m holding her.

“Last night…” I start, but stop short when I don’t know how to explain how I feel about it.

“Don’t,” she says sharply, crossing her arms. “I know you don’t regret it. Don’t even try to say you do.”

I jerk back at the venom in her voice. “I don’t, but that doesn’t make what we did right.”

She throws up her hands. “You would have never made a move if I hadn’t. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I can’t, Sophie,” I snap back, frustrated with her attitude. My hand grips the steering wheel. Even if I didn’t have the feelings I should for my wife, it doesn’t make it better that I fucked someone else.

“Okay, so for the sake of this argument, if you weren’t married to my mom? Then what would have happened?” she asks.

I run my tongue along the back of my teeth, debating if I should be truthful. “I would have bent you over the hood of this car that first night. We might not have made it out of your apartment’s parking lot.”

Sophie sucks in a sharp breath. “Then fucking do it. Let’s not pretend you care about being faithful to my mother. You’ve basically said you’re in a relationship because you lack the balls to break it off, just like you lack the courage to take what you want from me.”

I’m stunned silent at her words, with disbelief that she would speak to me like that. Anger builds in my chest as my breathing picks up. I’m tempted to pull the car over and spank her ass red.

“Take your shorts and panties off,” I demand through clenched teeth, glancing at her before turning back to the road.

Sophie only hesitates for a few seconds before shifting in her seat to lean against the door. She lifts her hips and slides the jeans shorts and her red thong off, dropping them onto the floor.

“Now what?” her sultry voice asks.

I lick my lips, peeking at her bare legs. “Touch yourself like you did the night you thought I didn’t hear you.”

Her hand slides down her stomach, her finger circling her piercing before moving lower. “You heard me?”

Nodding, I clutch the steering wheel tighter as she parts her legs, flashing her pussy and the patch of dark curls above it.

Sophie lets out a small chuckle, parting her slick folds. “You wanna know what got me all hot and bothered?”

My cock hardens as she plays with herself. Her fingers rub at her clit in slow and small circles, only briefly dipping to tease her hole before dragging back up. I’m thankful for the empty road, sparing a glance at the asphalt every few seconds as I watch her.

“What?” I say, wanting to know exactly what got her off.

Sophie gasps as she pushes a finger into her pussy. I sit up straighter and pull over to the side of the road. I don’t want to look away from her.

“I sucked you off while you slept,” she admits, breathless. Her hand pumps between her legs, fucking herself in slow strokes. She pulls her knee up to rest against the seat so I have a clearer view.

I stiffen, thinking over her words. “You sucked me off? While I slept?”

She nods. “Yeah… the first night I just rubbed you. I didn’t think you would come, but you did. And then the next night, I wanted to taste you.”

“You want to know what I was dreaming about?” I ask her.

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