Page 6 of Obsessed with the Man of the House

The answer is clear. I can’t take the money. No way, no how. Even if I have to fire some of my employees, and cut their retirement accounts, I can’t do this to Vanessa. Hell, I can’t do this tomebecause how can I live with myself if I ravish my own stepdaughter? What man is able to go about his life as an upstanding citizen when secretly, he’s sampled the sassy brat who lives under his roof?

I curse again, my knuckles white on the sink. Fuck fuck fuck! This is such an impossible situation, and I pound on the white porcelain in frustration. Shit! At that moment, my phone beeps and morosely, I pull it out to see who it is. The number is hidden, which tells me it’s probably a bill collector. Those fuckers are relentless. It’s 10 p.m. already, but they start calling at 7 a.m. and never seem to stop.

I ignore the chirping of my cell and stare into the mirror again. It’s still me, with my lean cheeks, harsh features, and penetrating blue eyes. But at the moment, my expression’s twisted with conflict, and my hair is standing on end from the multiple times I’ve run my hands through it. I can’t do this. Absolutely not.

Then, my phone chirps again and I see that indeed, the bill collector has sent me a text. Like I said, these assholes are relentless – if they don’t catch you on the phone, they turn to text messages next. What comes afterwards? I suppose a knock on the door and an in-person visit from a bounty hunter.

A growl escapes my chest as I struggle with the rage building in my veins. These fuckers are going to get it once I get back on my feet. But I force myself to read the message because business is business, and sure enough, it’s a message from Tommy, my account rep at Porta-Potty Kings.

Yo bro,he texts.You owe twelve hundred for toilet rentals. You’re in the red, bro. Time to pay up.

You thinkI don’t know that?I scream internally. Even more, this is fucking highway robbery. Imagine charging four figures to clean out portable toilets. That fucker is making money hand over fist and should be prosecuted for his greed and avarice. But what choice do I have? My men need a place to shit when they’re on-site, and this is what they use.

Then my phone beeps again, and I see that it’s Tommy texting the handle for his Venmo account next, along with his handle for the company’s Paypal, Zelle, and Western Union accounts as well. Fucker. In a fit of rage, I hurl my cell against the wall where it splinters before falling to the bathroom floor. Fuck! Goddamn that asshole!

Without bothering to retrieve my damaged phone, I stalk into my bedroom and throw myself on the mattress. The room’s already dark and I shut my eyes, determined to fall asleep. That’s the only respite that I’ve had of late – the dreamless unconsciousness that accompanies passing out at night. I hope sleep comes sooner rather than later because this day has been a fucking shitshow.

Unfortunately, Vanessa and her offer continue to circulate through my mind. I toss and turn restlessly, trying to get comfortable, but the temperature in my room is scalding and I literally feel myself break out in a light sweat. I punch my pillow a couple times, cursing like a motherfucker again. I hate these shits. I hate my bills. Hell, I fucking hate my life because how the fuck did I get into such a conundrum?

Yet images of the curvy girl dance before me in the dark. Her sweet features, and that plush pout. The way Vanessa looks at me sometimes, with a special sparkle in those chocolate eyes. How she prances around in those sassy skirts which are a little too short for work, showing off thick thighs and long legs. Her big bust, which often looks like it’s going to pop a couple buttons on her blouse.

I groan, reaching one hand down to fist myself. Does my stepdaughter taste sweet between her legs? Of course she does. The only question is the particular flavor of her intimate nectar. Is it akin to honey, or is it more akin to powdered sugar? Then, my thoughts grow even more rancid. How does her ass taste? Surely, Vanessa’s a virgin back there too, and I wonder at the musky flavor of her bottom. Has she ever had a man’s tongue there? Probing inside, sliding against her rectal walls? I groan again and fist my pole more vigorously. The fucking thing is leaking from the tip already, and as stiff as a mast. Shit shit shit. I need to get this under control.

Letting out a small roar, I toss off the blanket and sit up. You know what Ireallyneed? Ambien. It does no good to pull one out dreaming of the curvy girl because what is that going to say about me? Nothing flattering. I get up with every intention of stalking to my en suite and downing a bottle of pills if that’s what it takes to knock myself out. But instead, my feet do a detour. They turn to the right and before I know it, I’ve exited the master suite and I’m moving down the hall to Vanessa’s room.

Stop, Gray,the voice in my head warns.Nothing good is going to come of this midnight jaunt. You’ll find a way to survive this turbulent economic period. Everyone’s business is suffering right now, Gray. You don’t need to do this.

But the devil on my other shoulder grins and hisses in my ear.

Yes, but she asked for it, it whispers.Vanessawantsyou to take her cherry. Besides, what harm is it going to do? She’s going to lose her virginity sooner or later, so why not you? At least let it be with a man who cares about her.

I groan, still moving down the hall. At this point it’s clear that my intentions have nothing to do with money, my business, or our deal. Instead, the blood’s rushing through my veins as I envision that lush form before me. All I want is a peek at her curvy figure, I tell myself. I want to see her sweetness, and that’s it. Just a glimpse, and then I’ll leave immediately.

Slowly, my feet come to a stop in front of the young woman’s bedroom. The door’s slightly ajar, and with quiet fingers, I push it open before stepping inside. The scent of lavender greets my nostrils and I inhale deeply, already heady from the prospect of viewing the gorgeous brat.

At first, I can’t see much because it’s dark in Vanessa’s bedroom. But then my eyes adjust and the dim glow through the window highlights her curvy form on the mattress. My mouth waters taking in that voluptuous form. Instead of wearing her usual sleep shorts and a t-shirt, tonight, my sweet girl’s dressed in a skimpy negligee. The fabric shimmers in the low light, even though I can’t make out its color, with skinny spaghetti straps and a hem that stops right below her pussy. Her brown curls form an arc on the satin pillowcase, and as I watch, she sighs and then turns slightly, flinging one arm up over her head.

That’s when the oxygen escapes from my chest because holy fuck, Vanessa’s not wearing panties. The silk of her negligee slips up a bit, and sure enough, beneath the shimmery fabric there’s nothing put pure pink. Her pretty pussy beckons to me, it’s puffy folds sleek, sweet, and untouched.

Stop!the voice in my head screams.This isn’t right!

But like a man in a dream, I move forward. One hand reaches out to caress the girl’s knee, and then I slide it down one plump thigh to explore the secrets lying at her untouched center.

You can still do the right thing! the voice comes again.It’s not too late, Gray. Turn around and back out of the room.

But the moment my hand brushes those soft folds, I’m done for. The blood rushes through my ears as my heart begins to pump. I skim my fingers along her right labia before moving upwards to caress the underside of Vanessa’s clit, and she sighs then, her lids fluttering.

“Part your legs, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Daddy’s here.”

As if she can hear me, her thighs fall open a bit more, baring that luscious pinkness to me, and my mouth waters. Fuck, the brat’s beautiful. I stroke over her clit again, niggling the hard nub, before gently trailing my finger down the left side of her labia, massaging the soft folds. Gratifyingly, Vanessa lets out a low whimper, her pussy already beginning to moisten.

“Oh Daddy,” she whispers. “Yes.”

Immediately my hands stop as my eyes go up to study her sleeping features. Although there’s a flush on her cheeks, Vanessa continues to slumber peacefully. The angel is gorgeous, and her innocence makes my cock twitch with arousal.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Daddy’s got you. Just lie back and enjoy yourself.”

Gently, I push her knees up so that her pussy’s bared to me in full, her negligee bunched up around her waist now. Oh shit, she’s beautiful. Her folds are steamy and pink, swollen with arousal, and her hard bud is two inches long and standing up straight, as if begging to be kissed. I lean forward and breathe on it a bit, letting warm air waft over her sensitivity, and Vanessa lets out another low moan, throwing both hands over her head now.

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