You Talk About Me In Bed, Stepdaddy?

Title: “You Talk About Me In Bed, Stepdaddy?”

The door creaks open, and I sneak into your bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest. It’s late, almost midnight, and I know I shouldn’t be here, but I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to you, stepdaddy, like a moth to a flame.

I tiptoe across the room, the wood floor cool beneath my bare feet. I can hear the soft sounds of your sleep, the gentle rise and fall of your chest. I stand by the bed, looking down at you, taking in the sight of your handsome face, your strong jawline, your full lips.

I bite my lip, my gaze trailing down your body, over your broad shoulders and toned chest, to the waistband of your boxers. Even in sleep, I can see the bulge of your manhood, and I feel a rush of heat between my thighs.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t resist. I slowly lift the covers, sliding into bed beside you. I press my naked body against yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against mine. I run my hand over your chest, down your stomach, to the waistband of your boxers. I slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around your cock.

You stir in your sleep, and I freeze, my heart in my throat. But you don’t wake up. Instead, you let out a soft moan and your cock twitches in my hand. Emboldened, I start to stroke you, slowly at first, then faster. Your cock grows hard in my hand, and I feel a thrill of power, knowing that I have this effect on you.

I lean in, pressing my lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin. I move my hand down to your balls, rolling them in my palm, feeling their weight. I slide my other hand up your chest, tweaking your nipple between my fingers.

I can’t help myself. I have to taste you. I move down your body, lifting the covers as I go. I take your cock in my hand, stroking it a few times before I take it in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the salty drops of pre-cum that bead at the tip.

I take you deeper, inch by inch, until I feel you touch the back of my throat. I relax my muscles, letting you slide even deeper, until my nose is buried in your pubic hair. I hold you there for a moment,until I need air, then I pull back, releasing your cock from my mouth with a wet pop.

I start to bob my head, taking you in and out of my mouth, my hand stroking what I can’t fit between my lips. I look up at you, watching your face, reveling in the pleasure I’m giving you. I can see your eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I panic, thinking you’ve woken up. But then you moan, your hand reaching down to tangle in my hair, and I know you’re still lost in your dream.

I redouble my efforts, sucking harder, taking you even deeper. I can feel you getting close, your balls tightening in my hand. I want to taste you, to feel you come in my mouth. I use my other hand to stroke your perineum, my finger pressing against your taint, and that’s all it takes.

With a groan, you come, shooting your load down my throat. I swallow it all, drinking down every last drop, savoring the taste of you. As you start to soften in my mouth, I slowly release you, giving your cock one last lick before I pull away.

I climb back up your body, pressing my weight against you, feeling your softening cock against my stomach. I run my hand through your hair, looking down at you, marveling at how peaceful you look in sleep.

I know I should get out of bed, sneak back to my room before you wake up. But I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here, wrapped in your arms, forever. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t care. I love you, stepdaddy, and I’ll do anything to be with you, even if it means sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night.

I close my eyes, feeling safe and warm in your arms. I drift off to sleep, a smile on my face, dreaming of all the ways I want to make love to you, all the ways I want to show you how much I need you.