There’s this guy, my stepdad, and he’s completely obsessed with me. I’m not stupid—I see the way he looks at me. I’m petite, but my body is developed in a way that drives him crazy, and he can’t hide it. Every single morning when I go for a run, he finds some excuse to be near me, to watch me. He’s been around the block, supposedly a ladies’ man, but with me, he acts like he’s seeing a woman for the first time. He loses all his cool.

And honestly? I know I’m attractive. I have a nice chest, a firm body, long legs. I’m aware of the effect I have on him, and that knowledge is a weird kind of power. It makes the whole twisted situation even more intense. It was only a matter of time before we ended up in bed together. It’s this messed-up mix of wrong and completely irresistible for both of us.

He’s built strong, really muscular, the kind of guy girls would line up for. And yeah, he’s well-endowed too, more than enough to handle. He loves taking me from behind, lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder, and just going for it. I let him. Sometimes I even lean in to kiss him while he’s slamming into me. It’s raw and primal.

Our bodies just collide, over and over. It’s a show we can’t stop watching. My breasts are probably his favorite part—they’re just so full and perfect. And when I drop to my knees and take him deep, all the way down my throat, he loses his mind thinking about the next time.

The last time we were together, the feeling was so intense he came right in my mouth before we were even done. It caught me off guard, but I handled it. I swallowed all of it. I knew it would just make him want me more next time.

He’s the kind of guy you’d never want near your own daughter. But since he’s mine, let’s just say things between us never get boring.