My Step Father, My Desire

Emma

“I need you to come.”

I am on the edge of an insane orgasm staring at Mr Williams fingers. He is finger fucking me as I hold on to my dear life. I'm begging him to fuck me harder and watch my wetness slip down his arm. I need something bigger. I need his-

“Emma!” 

I jerk in my seat, startled. Mr Williams' deep voice pushes me out of my dirty imagination. Dammit. 

“Yes sir,” I respond, blinking hard. I've been completely lost in my head for the past minute. 

What the hell is wrong with me? 

“I said come with me,” he repeats those same words that drifted me to one of my many imaginations with him. This was certainly not the first. And trust me won't be last time I imagine my boss and step father  fuck me. 

I scramble to my feet, feeling my cheeks turn red. Mr Williams' grey eyes are on me. His long fingers wrapped around the door knob. The thought of them wrapped around my neck cross my mind. 

Stop it Emma. 

“I'm sorry,” I mumble as I grab the last file.

I catch the glimpse of other employees gazing at me as I arrange the files on my side of the conference table. It’s already bad enough that everyone knows me as his stepdaughter. I wonder what they might think of me if they ever found out how much I fantasize about fucking him. 

Yes.

My name is Emma Collins and I have dreams of my step father's cock buried inside me. His girth and length fucking the senses out of me. 

Knox Williams is my mother's new play thing. Hot with a sexy tattooed body I only get to see at home. I can't lie that I'm not jealous of my mother's choice. Or how she's the one that gets to fuck him while I'm haunted by her loud moans at night. 

But I know it won't last long. None of my mother's many marriages do before she finds a new richer guy to fuck and seduce to become his wife. My mother also never misses the opportunity to remind me I was a mistake from her first. I never got to meet my father and I want to keep it that way. She tells me my face reminds her of him, which isn't even my fault. But who cares?  She already sees me as nothing more than a mistake she resents. And I plan to give her more reasons to hate me when I finally fuck her husband. I got the perfect chance when he offered me an internship position at his marketing firm and wasted no time to accept it even though my mother was against it. Fuck her. 

But to be fair, I didn't have much of a choice when all I had gotten several rejections from the other firms I had applied to. Mr Williams was my savior and might just be my ruin. He has a body of a Greek god and a face any woman would be on her knees for. I secretly hate that my mom saw him first. Those full lips and eyes are my worst distractions. I could barely concentrate throughout the meeting. Or even now when he turns to look at me. 

I'm already a wet mess down there. 

He opens the door and steps out first, holding it back for me. His gaze on me leaves a shiver skittering over my skin. It's electric. And hot. I adjust my skirt as I try to match his step. The throbbing sensation between my thighs is killing me. I can't help but think what he'll do to me when my thoughts of him do this much.

“Are you coming?”

I want him. And I'm going to make Knox Williams mine.