All That Glitters Is My Stepdad.

Cierra.

I fumbled, my heart hammering against my chest as I whispered, "Uh... uh... can I make a call?"

He paused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, blue eyes glinting in the dim light. "Uh... sure, sure," he said casually, though I could feel the tension behind his voice.

I slipped into the bathroom, the click of the door locking behind me echoing like a heartbeat. My fingers trembled as I dialed my mum. The line rang twice before her warm, familiar voice came through.

"Hey, girl."

"Mum... what the fuck?!" I snapped, exasperation dripping from every word.

"What's going on, baby?" she asked, her tone soft, careful.

"Why are you flooding my phone with texts?" I fired back, irritation bubbling.

"Oh... I just wanted to make sure you're okay and won't have any issues tomorrow," she said, her voice casual, but there was a tiny edge of manipulation there.

"Wow, so selfish," I spat, anger rising. "Always checking in only when you need something from me!"

There was a pause, then a soft, almost guilt-ridden voice. "Sorry, baby... I apologize."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes even though she couldn't see me. "Come on, mom... you don't even apologize on a random day. You only do it when it's convenient."

Her soft chuckle floated through the phone, making my stomach twist. "Baby, get your punani wet so you don't develop mood swings tomorrow," she teased.

I ended the call, shaking my head at the audacity, just as a voice made me jump.

"Are you okay?"

My heart skipped a beat. I stammered, "Uh... yeah... yeah, I'm okay. Totally."

He stepped closer, and I could feel the warmth radiating off him. "What's going on tomorrow?" he asked, a quiet curiosity threading his tone.

"Uh... uh... my sister's party... I'll be leaving," I mumbled, heat creeping up my neck as I avoided his gaze.

He didn't press, but his presence was like gravity, pulling me closer without a single word. The air thickened with unspoken tension, and then he whispered, his voice low and teasing, "C'mon... let me clear your mood."

My pulse surged as we walked back toward the room. The moment the door shut behind us, he was on me. His hands on my hips, mine on his chest, the heat of our bodies colliding. Lips met in a bruising, desperate kiss, hands tangled in hair, exploring, teasing, claiming.

He grabbed my breast, squeezing it softly. He took my nipples in his mouth as he sucked profusely.

"Fuck fuck!" I moaned as he held my waist, pressing his cock on my thighs.

"Do you need me to stop?" he whispered tracing his fingers down my clit.

"No..No...fuck..No Daddy...Don't stop." I breathed out shamelessly.

"Good girl, Now spread those legs for papa." he slapped my ass and flipped me over.

I arched my waist so he could get an easy penetration as he stroked his dick before inserting inside me.

"Holy fuck." I screamed, he closed my mouth and began thrusting in slowly.

"Faster." I moaned as he began thrusting in fast, making sure his cock hit every vital place in my pussy.

I moaned, giving into the raw electricity between us, our rhythm urgent, unrelenting.

"Yes Yes, Daddyyy." I screamed out...he flipped me over and held my neck, choking me down to the bed, making me gasp for air.

He kept fucking me hard, nonstop as my legs kept shaking.

Moments, we were both trembling, collapsing into the bed with a synchronized shudder, hearts racing.

I rolled beside him, my chest heaving, and the conversation began, tentative yet loaded.

"Why... why do you want to marry a woman when you're clearly not ready to settle?" I asked, voice soft, tinged with frustration.

He tilted his head, blue eyes locking onto mine with that penetrating intensity. "How am I not ready to settle?"

"Uh... your actions," I whispered, biting my lip.

"You should explain," he said, voice low, dangerous.

I stared at him, my breath catching. Oh... fuck. His eyes... dazzling, hungry, consuming. I shivered. Was it me he wanted, or something else?

"Younger ladies have done me no good," he murmured, almost to himself.

"But...?" I pressed, leaning closer, heart hammering.

"And why should I open up to you?" His voice was teasing but guarded.

I crawled closer, brushing against him, heat igniting between us. "Because... we've gone two rounds, and I'm still giving you an erection," I said, voice dripping with boldness.

He scoffed, a laugh rumbling deep in his chest. "A whore has no place in my life."

I cleared my throat, shame prickling, but I met his gaze. "Oh... maybe if you don't see it in the negative side, you'd understand why people become who they are."

His laugh was sharp, teasing. "Laziness. Laziness, it is."

I sighed, frustration mingling with desire. "But why did you say 'younger women'? Are you young also... or is that your fetish?"

He exhaled slowly, leaning back, voice low. "These are reasons I think twice before laying a side girl."

I sat up, smirk tugging at my lips. "Enjoy your night," I said, beginning to pack my things, trying to mask the tremor in my fingers.

He frowned. "Where are you going?"

"To my spot... of course. My work here is done," I said lightly, but the tension thrummed between us.

"Nah... stay," he said, a quiet command in his tone.

"No... I have to go," I countered.

Before I could move, his hand grabbed mine, pushing me to the wall. I gasped, my back pressed flush against him. His breath ghosted over my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"I repeat... stay," he whispered, possessive, low, intoxicating.

"You have no right to regulate an order to me," I breathed, heart racing uncontrollably.

He smiled, cruel and playful, "But your body says otherwise."

I bent slightly, noticing my nipples hard, my body betraying me. His cock pressing insistently against my thigh made thought impossible. I swallowed hard, a shiver running down my spine.

Finally, my voice came, trembling but daring: "Fine!, Show me how bad you can make my pussy drip, Daddy."