Her Daddy's Obsession

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With a smirk, my stepfather crosses his arms over his chest. This is like some weird game of chicken. It’s like he’s just realized that I’ve been staying on my stomach out of modesty rather than laziness.

“That’s fine,” I say. “You can stand there and watch me sleep if that floats your boat.”

I shifted on the bed, moving from side to side a little as I tried to get more comfortable. With every second, I get more uncomfortable. I turn my face toward the wall, so I won’t have to see that he’s still there, watching me.

The longer we push this weird standoff, the more my body starts to tingle. The next time I move on the bed, my lips part on a surprised breath at how the sheets brush against my hardened n*pples.

My pulse throbs between my thighs. I press them together. The discomfort I felt at his presence is fading, being replaced with lust. I shift again and tilt my ass up a little. I move my hips in a circle, letting my clamped thighs put a little pressure on my cl*t.

Matt clears his throat. “No more sleeping,” he says, his voice raspy.

“I need your help.”

“It sounds like you’re determined to punish me for my mother’s sins. You’re not my father.”

He grumbles something that sounds a lot like, “Thank f*ck for that.”

Those words sting, so I flip my head over, so I’m facing him again. With narrowed eyes, I tell him, “If you’re going to be an assh*le, you definitely won’t get any help from me, even when I do get up.”

“How am I being an assh*le besides waking you up at the oh-so-early hour of eight AM?”

“You act like being my dad would be the worst thing in the world.”

He snorts. “It would be if I reacted to you like I am now.” He nods down at himself.

I finally let my gaze move down on him. He is in an old stained T-shirt and khaki pants. When my eyes reach his lower half, they freeze in place.

The front of Matt’s khakis is tented. I can see the outline of his d**k sliding to his left. The head is so clearly defined, I swear I see it throbbing.

My tongue darts out to lick my dry lips.

Matt clears his throat so loudly that I jump, and my gaze shoots up to lock with his. His smirk has grown. When he lets his eyes trail down my back, my skin tingles in its wake as if he touched me.

“I may not be your father,” he says. “But if you don’t get that ass of yours out of bed, I’ll make you scream for Daddy.”

I open my mouth to demand to know what he meant by that.

Unfortunately, I’m interrupted by his cell phone blaring from his pocket.

Watching him try to dig it out when his pants are so strained has me smirking back at him.

His state of arousal also has me wondering why I’m so intimidated. He must find me at least a little attractive if he’s that hard, right?

“Hello?” His voice is still rough when he answers the phone.

I push up onto my elbows, letting my breasts sway beneath me. As they move and rasp back and forth over my sheets, I bite my lower lip to keep from m*aning.

When I look over my shoulder, I see that Mark’s eyes have widened. Guess he didn’t think I’d really roll over.

Mom’s voice comes through the speaker of his phone, muffled but loud enough for me to make out as she asks him if everything’s okay. That’s when I roll all the way over.

His mouth is open, breaths sawing in and out of him like he had just run around the block. Then again, my chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace as well.

“What’s wrong, Daddy,” I tease. “Didn’t you tell me to get up?”

He licks his lower lip, his gaze lingering first on my breasts, then at the apex of my thighs. I let my legs fall open just a little, enough that he can see that I’m fully bare.

“F*ck,” he whispers. Mom’s voice coming through the phone seems to snap him out of a haze. I don’t know what she says, but it has him turning on his heel and walking toward the door, his hand pressing against his erection.

“I can’t believe you left without a word,” he says to Mom.

“You made me a promise, Eileen.”

When he reaches the door, he turns back to me. I make a show of arching and stretching on my bed.

This pulls his attention down my body again. When his gaze falls between my legs, his nostrils flare, and he presses harder against his d**k.

“Get up, DD,” he says. “I want you downstairs in five minutes and ready to help me paint.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say quietly enough that Mom won’t hear.

With one more flare of his nostrils, he turns and walks away, blasting Mom through the phone.

“This was your idea. You requested it. I thought it could work, but we agreed not to spend a lot…

Labor is the biggest cost. I don’t care how much I make. Part of the reason I can keep buying more real estate is because I do a lot of the work myself…”

His voice fades away as he heads down the stairs. Now I’m not only awake, but more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

With Mom gone, I wonder how much “Daddy” will let me tease him before he snaps. Maybe this will be fun. With a smile on my face, I hop out of bed and pull some old clothes from my dresser.

They’re still arguing on the phone when I come down the stairs in an old tank top and shorts.

I stand on the bottom step, listening until Daddy finally notices me.

His gaze sweeps down my body as if to make sure I’m dressed.