BLAZING INFERNO Step Dads Mine

At this point, their desires can't be tamed.

It rained an ocean that night, and there were thunder-claps the sound of a disaster. As usual, it was the two of them at home, and with the fear that they might get swept away before morning, he was literally in front of her door to check up on her -- or so he made himself believe. Or was he suppose to admit that he's had her on his mind all through the day? 

And he's been on her mind as well, so the sound of his knuckles on the door sprung her up from the bed as if she was called to receive the best gift nature has ever offered. By now she knew how he smelled, and she could perceive his scent even with the door between them. 

She opened the door with bright eyes, like the moon that seldom graced them that night, putting on her best smile, and he was mesmerized for oblivion. 

He looked deeply into her blue eyes as his breath swelled in his chest. She'd washed her hair and had it dried, and he loved that they were moist and dark. When she blinked, she looked like a doll, and he considered her adorable, like something he could look at all day without getting tired. 

A bead of sweat streamed down her forehead, and strangely, he desired to sweep it off with his tongue. To kiss her on everywhere that mattered, but he held still, staring like a man whose purpose was yet to be defined. But he watched as it dropped onto the slope of her breast and crawled down under her dress. 

She was in a red night dress, and he could see all that she held private behind the reflection of her dress. Her breasts were small and desirable. Her nipples stood erect as if calling for his hands. But at that moment, he knew to keep them in his side pockets, only to bite his thighs deeply in them. 

She swallowed hard, disappointedly. She could feel that he wanted her, but she couldn't figure out why he had to go through the stress of denying his feelings when he could just take her right there and then. And what if he was her stepfather? Isn't all fair in war and love? 

"You're still awake," he said, determined to have a conversation, obviously to keep his eyes away from lusting over her luscious body. 

"It's barely 8 pm." 

"Really?" He said and chuckled forcefully. He was looking everywhere but her face. 

She sighed exasperatedly. "Look, Ethan, if you're not going to fuck me, then just leave my room." 

The utterance from her came as a dazzle and it left him speechless. He knew he wanted her. Gosh, even the way she said those words aroused his carnal desires, but if he were to succumb to this, then defining their relationship afterward would be harder to do. 

"Alethia, I'm...I'm..."