Wanted by my Mafia stepfather

ANNABEL'S POV.

“I'm your dad,” he said in a low tone, stroking my hair as I stroked his dick.

“You are not my dad, you are my stepfather,” I responded with pleasure and anger in my voice.

“You are such a sweet child but don't come in here again, else I will leave a mark on your sexy body,” he said, lightly spanking my ass, and pulling out of my firm pussy as we both reached orgasm.

I lay on the master bed in my stepfather’s bedroom wondering how, and why, I fell deeply in love with my mother’s husband.

My mother married him when I was barely eighteen years of age after she divorced my dad for cheating on her perpetually. His chronic promiscuity was almost ruining her career.

She had to let him go before he wrecked her completely.

I knew my sexual affair with my stepfather was subsequently turning into a love affair, I wondered if I was the only one falling in love with him or if the love was mutual.

I stared at him intensely, admiring every part of him. His piercing gray eyes send sparks to my spine. I love it when he stares at me.

The sight of his thick and big-sized cock makes me wet without a touch. I would lock myself in his broad chest when my heartbreak was still fresh, After each cuddling came rounds of strokes, and banging making me want him more.

I couldn't stop myself from sneaking into his room once my mom was out, I was addicted to his touch and love.

He had everything like Lucas, the absolute love of my life.

Two weeks ago was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but it turned out soar when I got the least expected message from my soon-to-be husband, Lucas. He broke up with me and called off our wedding right on our wedding day., I hadn't healed completely, and my only go-to was to keep making love with my mother’s husband to distract myself from soaking in grief.

“Get dressed, bitch. Your mother is on her way,” Dennis said to me.

I stood up quietly, reached for my red lingerie, wore it hurriedly, and walked out of his room braless.

I slammed the door shut behind me, only to get the shock of my life.

Adia, our domestic maid, was passing by.

I was obviously half naked, and coming out of my supposed dad's room, Only a fool would not understand what just happened.

I stood frozen in shame and regret, I thought Adia was out to get some stuff for the house.

“Please let this die between us, don't tell my mom or anyone, I beg you,” I pleaded, in a teary voice, nervously grabbing Adia’s hand with tears rolling down my cheek.

Adia stood there completely speechless without budging. She stared at me in shock, before her gaze moved down to my nipples, and they were red and swollen.

“He is certainly a great sucker, look at your nipples,” Adia said, smirking.

“Please do not tell my mom. I will give you anything you want,” I said, ignoring her remarks.

“I don't want anything, I want everything you have and feel,” Adia replied, firmly with seriousness in her voice.

I stood there surprised and confused at Adia's response.

The sound of my mother’s car stopped the conversation between us. I rushed to my room to get fully dressed before my mom entered the house.

Afraid of what Adia might do next, I quickly dressed up and tiptoed to my parent's bedroom.

“Hi honey, how are you, and how was your work?” I heard my stepfather ask my mom.

“Work was stressful as usual,” she replied.

To further satisfy my curiosity, I began to spy through the peephole in their door.

“You smell like strawberry,” my mom said, running her finger through his beard “Of course, I should smell just like my wife,” he said, softly caressing her hair.

I gritted my teeth, my scent had rubbed off on him while we were making out and having sex. Thank Goodness my mom and I use body mist of the same strawberry fragrance.

“Was Annabel in here?” she asked, pointing at the necklace I left on their bed.

“Yes, she was. She hasn't stopped crying over that loser.”

“Oh, I hope she gets over him, and puts her life back together,” I heard my mom say.

My mother's marriage to Dennis wasn't a fruit of pure love from the beginning, she wanted company for herself and a father figure for her only child Not seeing any sign of Adia I walked back to my room quietly.

My lips were quivering and tears began to pool in my eyes as I stared at my naked body in front of the large mirror in my room.

Every part of my body seems to have changed since I started making love with my mother’s husband.

My breasts and ass were bigger, my nipples were always red and swollen from constant sucking.

I hated what his touch did to my body physically, but I enjoyed it and couldn't stop myself from going back to him every day.

I couldn't fathom what it was that made me so addicted to him.

“Is it the lack of an actual father?”

I questioned myself, looking straight into my eyes through the mirror.

“That bastard!” I cursed.

Probably, if he had paid child's support and came visiting as he was expected to, I wouldn't have gotten into this abominable act with my mother’s husband.

I rained curses on him whenever he crossed my mind.

Despite my mother not stopping at nothing to give me the best life I deserve, I still felt the absence of a responsible father figure in my life.

To worsen the pain of having emotionally absent parents, Lucas, the only man I ever truly loved, left me for no valid reason.

Sex was the only immediate antidote to my trauma.

My mom was home and busy with my sex partner, so I opened my wardrobe and picked my biggest dildo.

“My baby, you won't leave me, right?” I said, rubbing my palm slowly on the dildo, rolling my tongue around it as if giving a man blowjob. Slowly, I inserted it into my pussy.

I masturbated until I fell asleep.

“Girl, what are you doing? Sleeping naked with a dildo hanging between your legs?” I heard a voice say from my deep sleep.

ANNABEL'S POV.

I reluctantly pried my eyes open to see who it was, only to have them shut promptly in protest against the intrusive Chandler light, but I was sure I saw a feminine figure.

Nervousness settled in the bottom of my stomach, putting it aside, I slowly opened my eyes again and this time I saw my mom standing opposite corporately dressed for work, her gaze flickered with dismay.

Letting out a disgruntled sigh, I buried her face in the pillow in shame.

“Annabel?” my mother’s voice called out softly.

“Are you awake now?”

“Yes, Mom,” I responded in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I just wanted to say…… happy birthday, dear daughter.”

My eyes widened, I forgot today was my birthday.

“Thank you, Mom,” I replied, still lying on my bed helplessly.

For years, I have never been excited about my birthdays. There was nothing special, it was like every other regular day to me.

“Do you have any plans for today?” my mom asked, picking up the dildo from my bed and keeping it gently in my four-compartment wardrobe I stared at my Mom in shock. Rolling my eyes sideways and releasing a smirk from my curvy lips, I looked away, avoiding eye contact with her.

“No plans,” I said, fixing her gaze on my duvet.

“I will send some money to your account if you need anything special for your day, and if you change your mind, let your dad know, he will gladly take you out” my mom continued.

“I will be on my way to work, freshen up and join your dad and Adia downstairs for some birthday song,” she said, pecking me on my forehead and cheek.

“Mom” I called softly as she was about to leave my room.

“Today is my scheduled date for resumption at work,” I said coldly.

She looked at me with so much concern.

“Are you sure you are healed enough to resume your job?”

“You know you don't have to work, your dad and I can take care of your bills,” she said, giving me a sympathetic look.

“Stay at home and enjoy your hobbies, my princess,” she said with a short smile.

“What hobbies?”

“My only hobby is fucking your husband,” I murmured beneath my breath.

“Don't worry, Mom, I will be fine, besides grief doesn't go by staying alone at home all day. I need to get busy with my hands and mind,” I said smiling.

“Giving her a peck on her cheek, I ushered her out of my room.

Immediately my mother was out, I locked my door quietly and dashed into my bathroom to wash off my grief.

I stood under the cold water shower, letting it cascade over my body as the thought of resuming my job after two weeks filled my mind.

Working in one of the biggest fashion firms in the City of New York is one of my biggest flexes.

I was employed there as one of their models six months ago, right after I was done with my degree in fashion.

Fashion was one of the few things I loved aside from making love with my mother’s husband.

I got dressed in a pink mini-flare gown, the gown was a bit above my knee Styling my hair and spotting a red color lip gloss, I headed downstairs.

I got downstairs excepting a birthday song as stated by my mom, but nobody was in the sitting room.

Feeling a bit disappointed, I headed to my stepfather’s room to get my car key and head off to work.

Without knocking, I tried opening the door, but it was locked, which seemed unusual, his door was always left unlocked.

“Hey Dad,” I said, knocking on his door in the most gentle way I could to avoid any noise that would attract Adia’s attention.

Standing still, waiting for his response, the door swung open, and the figure standing before me raised my heartbeat.

“You don't have to seduce me, I'm resuming my job today,” I said, giving his naked body and dangling dick a stern glance as I walked past him at the door.

Without saying a word, he closed the door quietly.

“Happy Birthday day, my princess” I heard him say while I was searching for my car key in his drawer.

Without saying a word to him, I continued my search.

“You don't have to be mad at me, my princess,” his voice pierced through my ears.

I hate the effect he had on me.

“You don't have to show up at the door naked either,” I said, casting him a disgusting glance.

“I was only showing you how ready your birthday gift is,” he replied in a rather low tone, pouring oil on his dick, and stroking it.

The sight of his dangling long dick made me wet already.

“Well, I have a job to resume Mr. Princess,” I retorted sharply, dangling my found car key before him.

My right hand was on his doorknob when I felt his left hand cupping and squeezing my breast.

I let out a soft moan.

“Please,” I said, moaning loudly as the squeezing continued.

He placed his right hand on my lower stomach and dragged my waist to his lap, I could feel his hard dick behind my ass.

He made me sit on his lap to feel his hard dick, making my entire body yearn for him.

He sucked my neck and squeezed my breast even harder.

All I could do was moan in pleasure. Of course, I couldn't say no or run away.

My pussy was wet and couldn't wait for his dick.

“Do you want me in you, or you are still mad at me?” he asked, bringing out my breast from my bra and sucking them hungrily.

I watched him groan in pleasure as he devoured me.

At this point, my pussy was dripping profusely I held his head and kissed his forehead, running my fingers through his black curly hair.

“Fuck me, man,” I pleaded.

“No,” he said, softly biting my right nipple, and spanking my ass.

He pushed me gently, wearing his pants with his erected dick protruding from his pants. He stood up from the bed and sat on his work desk.

I lay on his bed, horny as fuck.

My nipples were so hard, my pussy was so wet I could feel the wetness on my thighs.

I needed his sweet dick to calm my nerves.

“You are not going to leave me like this after turning me on,” I said softly, with tears in my eyes.

“Please calm my nerves,” I pleaded.

He looked at me pitifully and laughed loudly.

“You look sexy when you beg,” he said, seductively licking his lower lips. “I will calm your fucking nerves on one condition."