Step Daughter Craves Step Dad During Football

So the step daughter step dad thing became real one Sunday when the game was on and we were just lounging, and I swear the tension got thicker with every quarter, her shifting closer on the couch until her leg pressed against mine, and I could feel that familiar heat rising, my mind spinning with how wrong yet insanely good this felt, especially when she whispered something about needing a better view and crawled onto my lap, those eyes locking onto mine with a hunger I couldn’t ignore, and before the halftime show even started, her hand slid under my shirt while mine found the hem of her shorts, the fabric rough between us as she started grinding slow, and I remember thinking about her dad in the next room and how that only made my pulse race harder, every touch feeling electric, her breath warm on my neck as she asked me to show her exactly what to do, and we ended up lost in each other, the game forgotten completely.