Page 8 of Obsessed with the Man of the House

“Fuck baby, your hymen’s intact. Hell yeah.”

Vanessa’s eyes open for a moment.

“Yes, Daddy,” she pants. “I’ve been saving it for you, don’t you know? It belongs to you.”

Those words turn me into a slavering animal, and I begin to lick her hymen hungrily, savoring her innocence.

“Yes baby,” I mutter. “Give it to me. Let go, baby girl, and come on Daddy’s face as I tongue-fuck your pussy. Do it.”

As if on cue, Vanessa begins to shudder. It begins with soft tremors in her cunt before building into a full-body orgasm, her big breasts shaking as her pussy spasms hard.

“Oh!” she screams. “Unnnh! Oh oh oh!”

“Fuck yeah,” I mutter as her pussy gushes, spasming violently on my mouth. “Give it to me, honey. Let go and give Daddy your innocence.”

She screams again with joy, and like a ravenous animal, I shove my tongue all the way into her pussy, lapping at her hymen as she comes undone beneath me.

“Oooh!” Vanessa shrieks once more. “Gray, yes! Yes!”

I’ve never witnessed anything so beautiful in my life. The innocent girl is spread out before me as I feast on her vulnerability, sampling the tender innocence that I plan on claiming as my own. After all, this interlude with the curvy girl has made me change my mind. I want Vanessa … and there’s no going back now.

5

Gray

The next morning greets me, overcast and mournful. I sit up in bed, feeling awful for what I’ve done. Don’t get me wrong. Tasting Vanessa’s cream and having her legs locked around my neck were fucking paradise. I loved lapping at her sweetest spots, and licking her hymen was the cherry on top.

So in some ways, I’m not regretful at all. But now, in the gray light of morning, I feel like a complete douche. Last night shouldn’t have happened. What was I thinking? I can’t even blame it on the Ambien because I didn’t take any. Everything that happened was of my own volition.

Shoulders slumped, I wander down to the kitchen in a bathrobe and loose pajama pants. Fuck fuck fuck! Fortunately, the coffee’s already ready and I pour myself a cup, scalding myself with the hot liquid. I deserve the pain. After what I did to my stepdaughter, I deserve to be thrown in a vat of boiling oil and drowned alive.

But then, my cell beeps and reflexively, I look at it. I should throw this thing away because of the control it exerts over my life. Unfortunately, modern living doesn’t allow for such a thing, and the tiny handheld is pretty much glued to my palm 24/7. Even worse, it’s Cranston, my foreman from the Trinity Church job.

Yo,he texts.Miguel injured himself on-site yesterday. He’s at the hospital and the hospital just informed his family that our health insurance lapsed. What the fuck?

I bow my head,ashamed, because it’s my fault. I didn’t pay the last premium because we had no cash, and I was barely even making payroll. As a result, I prayed that no one would get hurt this quarter, but obviously, that didn’t work.

I’ll bein touch with his family, I text.I’ll handle it.

You better,Cranston texts back.They say the hospital bill is nearly five figures. No health insurance to cover this shit? What the fuck, bro?

I pinchthe bridge of my nose in agony, sinking further into a deep, dark hole. In fact, the hole is so enormous now that I can’t see how to claw myself out. Still, how the fuck could Miguel have gotten injured yesterday? I thought we’d pretty much finished the Trinity job, and were going to do the punch list today.

But accidents happen, and this is one of the risks of working in construction.Goddamnit! I swear again. Of course, I could pay Miguel’s hospital bill using the three hundred thousand that Vanessa gave me, but I promised myself this morning that I would transfer the sum back to her. Or at least, that’s what was going to happen until I got this text. Miguel deserves to be taken care of, after all. He’s been with me for five or six years now, and is a solid and reliable worker.

I hang my head in defeat again, hating myself. How the fuck did this shitshow get so out of control? When did the mighty Gray Thomas start borrowing money from his stepdaughter? Even worse, the three hundred thousand might not be enough. It’ll keep Thomas Builders in business for another a week or two, but then what?

To my horror, tears begin to prick in my eyes, and I even feel moisture streaking my cheeks. Holy fuck, am I crying? I haven’t cried since I was in seventh grade, when I was hit by a car while skateboarding. The experience was excruciating, and hot jets of fire felt like they were rocketing up my arm as I screamed. But this is a different kind of agony altogether. Now, it feels as if the weight of the world is crushing me, and that there’s not enough oxygen in the world to make things right.

At that moment, Vanessa prances into the kitchen, still clad in the silky negligee from last night. She looks gorgeous of course, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but she skids to a stop when she sees me.

“Gray?” she inquires in a soft voice. “Are you alright?”

I turn away, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m fine,” I bark. “Everything’s fine.”

She comes up behind me silently before placing one small hand on my arm.

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