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Step Daddy's Naughty Girl

I never thought I could find myself sucking the dìck of a man I should call father and made him moan out so loud. I found myself going back to have him finger and pound my clit, ripping moans off my throat as day passed by. I found myself moaning to him every single day, taking all his sexual command and fantasies, being daddy's naughty girl and wishing for nothing other than his 8 inches dick buried deep into my wet clit. I grew up invisible, the illegitimate daughter of a woman who valued status more than motherhood. While she chased elite society, I learned to survive on my own, retreating into art and quiet fantasies of being chosen by someone who would finally see my worth. Everything changes when my mother marries Calder Rhys, a billionaire widower seeking stability, not love. Thrust into a world of wealth and rigid expectations, I moved into the Rhys mansion and met Wells, Calder's polished and charismatic son. Drawn to him despite knowing he is unavailable, I mistake attention for affection, unaware that my longing is about to pull me into something far more dangerous. A single mistake blurs boundaries that should never be crossed. Caught between a mother who sees me as a liability, an elite society eager to destroy me, and a man whose influence could either protect or ruin me, I must decide who I want to become.
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Chapter 6

Greer's POV

The door knob swung. We both froze in shock as she wouldn't stop. It was like mom was waiting for it to open but good thing the door could only open automatically from inside. No one can open it from outside except the code was used and she barely even knows her way here not to talk of knowing a code.

I didn't bother getting up at all. I still had my stepfather's veiny cock right in my hand. I also stared at the door at the same time. I couldn't care less. I kept pumping his hard length hoping my mom would just leave and give us some time to ourselves but she won't stop twisting the knob. Goodness. 

Next minute, it seemed like my good looking stepfather doesn't give a shit. Despite knowing it was my mom at the door trying to get in, he still wanted to voice out his pleasure. He threw his head back, holding back his moans and I made sure that this time his huge member was hitting the back of my throat. 

Just as a moan was about to erupt out of his lips, I hurriedly covered his lips with mine. Our tongues rolling and saliva mixing like our lives depended on it. He kept moaning through the kisses and that was better. I wasn't going to let her ruin my chances with him. He makes me feel so different. I have never felt like this ever since I started hanging out. 

I deepened the kiss so well that I was going to never let him expose us. 

I pulled away from him and he moaned softly. 

"Fucking shit...Greer, you are so good." 

I smiled. As I carried on, my mom won't stop trying to get in. Was she drunk? Why was she looking for me so badly just now that I am having a chance with him? Why does she always have to ruin things for me? Why was she so persistent? Doesn't she have anything to do at all? 

This time she wasn't trying to twist the knob. She was using her voice. 

"Greer.... open the door....will you? Hey, you can't just keep me waiting here at all" Her voice echoed behind the door..

I almost scoffed. She couldn't even ask me if I was okay at all. She had never, for once, asked me if I was okay. Everything had always been about her. I rolled my eyes. This is why I haven't supported this marriage in the first place. One minute, I am telling her what other people think about her and another minute I am trying to give her my support and blessing which I can't just do yet. Was I an Angel supporting her or a devil trying to keep them apart at the cost of my own pleasure? 

What the fuck is wrong with me? 

Maybe this was me finding my escape route after being trapped.

I suddenly stopped after noticing that he was really getting into it. I dropped him and stood on my feet.

"What if she already heard us? What if she had been around and she suspected something?" 

"Are you ever going to pick me at all? Between me and her, who are you going to pick?" 

Calder opened his mouth to say something. "I...what if...no...I...don't think so...but what if..." he trailed off, running his hands through his hair. 

Fucking shit. 

"Shit! Just forget it. I was never an option at all." 

I knew that right from the onset. What was I even thinking in the first place? Huh? That he was going to make a decision and choose me? Hell no. This is reality. He would choose Veda without thinking about anything. 

"I have an idea. Let's go through the backdoor. There's a door that links yours to my room." He suggested and we took that idea immediately. I was already into him that I didn't think it twice despite he hasn't answered my question. I grabbed my tank top and followed him as he led me out. There was truly a back door that linked me to his room. He knew what he was doing. Keeping me next to him. It's better that way. If she walked in on us in that position, I should just consider myself gone. My life is already a nightmare. 

Getting to his room, I couldn't even wait at all. I dropped on my knees and got the hold of his eight inch cock in my hand. This time I wasn't going to take it easy on him. I kept pumping in, sucking him so hard like my life depended on it. He must be wondering where I learned that skill from. He must be wondering if I was a whore or slut. 

I was about to show him what I will fully do to him but then his stupid phone started ringing. 

I didn't want him to pick it up but I guess the pleasure hadn't gotten to his head that much. He grabbed my shoulders and slightly pulled me away. 

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath. 

Stupid phone. 

I rolled my eyes as I watched him cover up and grabbed his phone. He answered his call but I didn't bother to wait. I don't care who is calling him. I used that chance to sneak out through his back door. This time around. I didn't know he had another back door that led through the hallway. Maybe this was the wrong one. And of course I was right. I turned around just to see that it was only his room on that path of the hallway..

I cursed through my breath. The hallway was dark but I could fathom that it was a long hallway. But why was his room the only one on this hallway? Well what was I expecting? He was the boss of the house. He could do whatever that he wanted. Fear gripped me as the thought that someone or my mom would catch me in this hallway knowing that it only led to one place. 

Calder's room. 

What the hell was I going to tell them? I sucked in my lower lips with my hands trembling in fear. 

Why had I not thought of this before? Goodness. This is a dead end. I can't start explaining myself to anyone. I wasn't good at lying. I just hope I was not going to get caught. 

Shit. 

Veda mustn't catch me here either. She will suspect immediately. She doesn't waste time. 

Enough of the talk. I have to start going. 

Just as I stepped outside the hallway, I froze instantly. 

Someone was standing there in the dark.

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