POOR IMPULSE CONTROL

You are leaving town for college. As someone who’s in their early twenties, it was time for you to step out of your comfort zone and start a new life of your own. You got accepted to a decent college, but knew no one there which made the whole moving situation scary. It was going to be hard, for sure.

Your mother married a man, Leon. He is your new step-father. It's been 3 years since he moved in with you, but your bond is strong enough for you to see him as a father figure. Also, he’s disturbingly gorgeous. You can’t even look him in the eyes without going crazy. Maybe sunglasses will do?

You have a stupid fucking crush on him. No need to deny it. You don’t know why you keep on crushing on impossible men, but here you go honey, your step-dad…

When he gives you a goodnight kiss on your cheek you shamefully rub your clit thinking about other places he could kiss you. Maybe suck your neck, leaving marks on you. Claiming you as his own. Gosh. It’s very wrong… and you’re fully aware of the fact that you should stop looking at him like that.

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After packing your bags you knocked on Leon’s office to say your goodbye. You won’t see him again until the first term ends. You’re gonna miss him a lot.

“Dad, I’m leaving now. Mum’s in the car waiting for me.” You muttered quietly.

Leon quickly stood up and opened his arms “Come here, honey.” His voice was warm, comforting. He gave you a smile, which made your heart do something.

You rushed into his arms hugging him for the last time, inhaling his toxicating scent. “I’m going to miss you…”

He gave a kiss on your head “Me too, so much.”

“Dad, I don’t want to go…” You tilted your face enough to look at his poisonous blue eyes. They made your cheeks flush. “…I want to stay”

“Honey, it’s for your future. You know you can always visit home.”

Your eyes started to get blurry, your chest tightened. “But… I don’t want to leave you.” Finally the first tear dropped down your cheek.

He swiped it with his fingers. “I’ll call you, every night.”

“Dad. You don’t understand…” you pulled away from him and started sobbing. “You’re really clueless.” You were getting desperate. You wanted to spill everything out, but couldn’t. He was just staring at you, somehow not surprised by your attitude, like he knew what you meant by ‘clueless’. Like he knew everything that has been going on inside your head. “Fuck you!” You spit out, took your bag from the ground and rushed to the door while sobbing. You didn’t want this to be your goodbye.

Unexpectedly, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you back into the room before you could leave. His grip was firm. “Shh… I know everything,” he murmured, breath warm against your skin.

“What…”

“Do you think I’m dumb?” He lowered his head, lips brushing your ear. “I’ve been playing dumb this whole time, for your sake. But fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me? Eye-fucking me every single day like that… Also, I’m a light sleeper, sweetie. And your bedroom wall is not soundproof, I can hear you moaning ‘dad’.”

You froze, heart hammering, unable to breathe, let alone speak.

“You have two options,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “We keep on playing the dad and daughter… or I give you a goodbye gift you’ll never forget. How’s that sound?”

Your thighs pressed together instinctively. The heat of his words sent a shiver racing down your spine. “I’ll… choose the gift then,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

“Good girl.” He released you slowly, stepping back with a glint in his eyes. “Get on the desk.”

You obeyed, heart racing as you perched on the edge.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Heat flooded your face, but you did as he asked, opening for him.

He purred in approval, stepping between your thighs. “So obedient.” His hands slid up your skirt, slowly dragging your soaked panties down your legs. When he saw how drenched you were, a dark chuckle escaped him. “Look at you… already dripping for me. Such a needy little thing.”

He tossed the panties aside, then pushed your skirt up around your waist. His fingers found your slick folds, teasing your swollen clit with slow circles. The pleasure hit instantly.

“Dad— Daddy…” you moaned, hips twitching.

“Mmm, that’s it.” He kept stroking you, building the rhythm, then slid two thick fingers inside your aching pussy, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. “How’s that, baby?”

“So good… fuck,” you gasped, gripping his biceps as your head fell back. Your walls clenched around his fingers while he worked you steadily, rubbing your clit with his thumb in perfect sync. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, spreading through your belly, your thighs, your chest… Waves that made your breath come in desperate pants. Your legs trembled around him as the pleasure deepened, every stroke pushing you closer to the edge.

He watched you intently “Come on, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart.”

The coil finally snapped. A sharp cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Powerful waves that made your pussy flutter and squeeze around his fingers. Your whole body shuddered as you rode it out, moaning daddy like a prayer.

“Such a good girl,” he praised softly, stroking you through the aftershocks with gentle, soothing movements. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

“…I need you inside,” you whispered, still breathless, reaching for him.

He shook his head with a smirk on his lips. “No, sweetie. We don’t have time.” He slowly withdrew his fingers, then lifted your chin with his other hand. “Open.”

You parted your lips obediently. He slid his glistening fingers into your mouth, and you sucked them clean with hungry strokes of your tongue, tasting yourself on him.

When he finally pulled them free, he crushed his mouth to yours in a messy, desperate kiss. Your tongues tangling, sharing your taste. He pulled back just enough to brush his thumb over your swollen bottom lip.

“Think about this when you miss me, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathed.

“Now go. You’re late.” He gave your ass a light slap as you slid off the desk which made you giggle.