Seducing Stepdaddy with My Barely Legal Body

Story Excerpt

I find William on the sofa, one leg tucked under him, reading a book. He doesn’t notice me at first, completely absorbed in whatever story has him hooked. I lean against the doorway for a moment, watching him, thinking about how calm he always looks, how easy it is to just… be around him.

“Hey,” I say, stepping closer.

He looks up, his brown eyes lock with mine. Then, for the briefest moment, his gaze slips lower before he forces it away. “Hello, Olivia,” he says, closing the book and setting it on the side table. “What’s up?”

I shrug and slide down onto his lap, straddling him. I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a peck on the cheek. “Just wanted to say you look handsome today, William.”

I hug him tight, my erect nipples grazing against his broad, manly chest. His scent drives me nuts. Like it’s forcing me to go into heat. I’m such a slut for this man.

He freezes for a second, then blinks a few times as if processing what I just did. “Oh, well. Thank you so much. I appreciate that,” he says, careful with every word.

My head finds its way onto his shoulder, resting my body against him, and he wraps his arms around my waist automatically, like he’s done this a hundred times before.

His touch is warm, reassuring, exactly the way a father would comfort a daughter. He rocks me slightly, murmuring, “It’s okay. Take your time,” and I feel safe, cared for.

But it isn’t what I want. I want something more, something that isn’t just comfort. I want him to take advantage of me. And that makes it ache a little more, realizing the space between what I feel and what he’s giving me.

I sniff his neck before giving it a lick. He jerks slightly, a little stiffening in his arms, and murmurs, “Whoa.” Then, carefully, he shifts, gently easing me off his lap. His hands push me back just enough to set a clear distance between us, still careful, still protective, but firm.

“Hey… why did you do that?” he asks, voice calm, like he’s reminding both of us where things should stay. I can feel the warmth in his eyes, the concern, but also the line he won’t let me cross. But his reaction only makes me want to push things further.

William is still a man. He has desires. Besides, who can resist a big-titted barely legal teen stepdaughter?

Staring straight into his eyes, I bite my lower lip. I see him hesitate, a flicker passing over his face. He’s got rules, sure. I can tell he’s holding back. But the way he watches me, I know it won’t last forever.

“I like you, William,” I confess. “Or should I say… Daddy?” I put extra emphasis on the last word, teasing him a little, watching his reaction.

He lets out a long, quiet sigh, leaning back slightly. There’s a flicker of awkwardness in his expression, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with my words. Finally, he says, “You can call me whatever you want, Olivia.”

I swing my legs up, resting them on his lap. My shorts ride up a little as I get comfortable, and he just lets me. “Mom is not home, Daddy. No need to hold back.”

He frowns slightly. “Olivia, I don’t know why you’re doing this.”

I tilt my head slightly, my eyes sparkling, the corners of my mouth twitching. “Doing what exactly, Daddy?”

I nudge his crotch playfully with my toes. He doesn’t say anything, nor does anything to stop me. He just sighs, and when he’s about to stand, I immediately scoot over on the sofa and, without thinking too much, hop onto his lap again.

“It was my birthday yesterday, Daddy.” I nudge my nose against his just a little, and he stiffens at first. Our lips are almost brushing.

I lean in close, my lips brushing just next to his ear, and whisper softly, “Can I have your cum as my birthday present, please? I want you to impregnate me.”