CHAPTER 2 Midnight Desires

Later that night, Angela slipped out of her room, her thin nightdress clinging to her body, barely covering her curves. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made her hyper-aware of every creak beneath her feet as she navigated the unfamiliar rooms. She felt her way through the darkness, her heart pounding, until she finally found the kitchen. A breath of relief escaped her lips as she flicked on the small light above the stove.

As Angela opened the fridge, a rush of relief flooded through her. The cool, bright light dispelled the shadows of the dark kitchen, revealing shelves stocked with food. "Finally!" she whispered, grinning at the sight. She reached for a bowl of strawberries, savoring the small comfort of a well-stocked kitchen.

"Looks like you found your midnight snack," came a low, seductive voice from the doorway.

Angela jumped, her grip on the bowl faltering. Strawberries tumbled from her hands, rolling across the tiled floor. Her heart raced as she turned to face the source of the voice. The dim light barely illuminated the figure, but she recognized him instantly. Edmund. Instinctively, she flipped the switch, flooding the room with warm light, and her breath caught at the sight of him.

Edmund lounged at the table, shirtless, a glass of wine casually held between his fingers. The light glinted off his chiseled physique, and her pulse quickened at the sight.

"You startled me," she said, forcing a light tone as she knelt to gather the fallen strawberries, her cheeks warming under his gaze.

He took a leisurely sip from his glass, a teasing smile creeping onto his lips. "I didn't mean to frighten you. But you do seem a bit jumpy tonight."

"Maybe it's because I'm in a strange house, and the lights were off," she replied, her voice sharper than intended as she tossed a few berries back into the bowl, trying to regain her composure. She could feel his gaze on her, a mixture of scrutiny and interest that sent shivers down her spine.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Edmund's lips. "You know I'm your stepfather, Angela," he said, as if the title carried a heavy significance.

She scoffed, defiance bubbling within her. "You'll never be my stepfather," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as though they were sharing a secret truth that neither could fully acknowledge.

His expression darkened, and he set his glass down with a firm thud. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping to an intense whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.

With reluctance, Angela met his gaze, only to find him towering over her, his bare chest glistening in the light. From her kneeling position, she felt small and vulnerable, caught between the desire to flee and the undeniable pull of his presence.

Edmund knelt beside her, their eyes locking. His warm breath brushed against her skin as he leaned closer. "What's going through that pretty head of yours, Angela?" His voice was deep, laced with a dangerous allure.

Ignoring his question, she hesitated, then reached out, her fingers tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. The roughness of his stubble ignited a fluttering sensation in her chest. "Your jawline," she whispered, almost to herself, "it's so sharp, it could draw blood."

Edmund's hand glided along her arm, grazing her skin in a way that sent goosebumps racing across her body. His fingers hovered teasingly just beneath the hem of her shorts, sending waves of heat coursing through her. Leaning back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttered shut as his touch enveloped her.

But just as suddenly, his hand was gone.

Angela's eyes flew open, breath coming in quick gasps as she turned to him. "Why did you stop?" Her voice was soft, tinged with urgency.

A smirk danced on Edmund's lips as he straightened, leaning closer to whisper in her ear, "Because it's time for bed."

With that, he stood up and left the kitchen, leaving Angela breathless and frustrated on the floor. She barely noticed the strawberries scattered around her as she stood and made her way back upstairs. But as she passed her mother and Edmund's bedroom, she froze.

Her mother's moans sliced through the silence, raw and desperate. "Harder, Edmund! Oh God!" Julie's voice, thick with desire, echoed in the hallway.

A wave of anger and jealousy surged through Angela, twisting her stomach into knots. Clenching her fists, she muttered under her breath, "Lucky bitch," biting down on her lip to stifle the rage bubbling within her. Without another word, she stormed to her room and slammed the door shut behind her.

Flopping onto the bed, she stared at the ceiling, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Memories of Edmund, his touch, his voice overwhelmed her, tugging at her resolve. She knew this was wrong; she should push these feelings away, but they clung to her fiercely.

"First, he ignites this fire in me, then he goes to her," she thought bitterly, frustration tightening her jaw. "I won't let him play with my feelings again. I won't be his fool."

Yet, as her determination solidified, her body betrayed her. The ache between her legs deepened. Without thinking, she tugged her top up, fingers grazing over her sensitive skin, the hardened peaks a vivid reminder of her unfulfilled desires.

Her pussy was already slick with desire and she quickly discarded her shorts, exposing her throbbing cunt. She ran a finger up her slit, letting out a loud sigh as her fingers traced her clit. Her eyes shut tightly and her head fell back as she imagined it was Edmund's tongue on her, his fingers inside her, his cock filling her completely.

"Urghhh… Ahhh… Fuck…" She moaned, her fingers rubbing vigorously on her sensitive clit. "Fuck! Edmund! Uhhh!" She imagined him with her, his tongue on her juicy pussy, sucking all her cum as she neared her climax. "Fuck! Oh my God! Edmund! Ahh!" Her fingers moved even faster and harder, her body writhing on the bed as she chased her release.

She pinched her nipple and clit simultaneously with a loud moan escaping her throat. She needed Edmund, all of him. She pictured him there with her, his mouth on her, his tongue teasing her sensitive spot. The fantasy drove her wild, her body moving with the rhythm of her fingers. "Yes… oh God… Edmund…" She cried out as she came, her body trembling with pleasure. It had to be the best orgasm she had in a long time. But even as the waves of pleasure subsided, she knew that her own touch was no substitute for the real thing.

"Shit!" She cursed under her breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She rolled over onto her side, her eyes flying open as she heard the creaking sound of her room's door. She almost screamed in surprise, pressing her legs together and hiding her breasts behind her folded arms. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she realized that she had forgotten to close the door.

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door creaking. She froze, her legs pressed together, her arms moving to cover her breasts. A cold shiver ran down her spine.

"Fuck!" She muttered. She had forgotten to close the door. Angela's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to gather herself.

Edmund was standing right before her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of desire and amusement. He stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him, locking them inside together. "How long had he been there? Did he hear me? Everything? Damn!" Angela thought to herself, her mind racing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"What are you doing here in my room at this hour?" She stuttered, avoiding his gaze. She had never been the shy type of girl, but at that moment, she was curled up naked in front of the man whose name she had just used to bring herself to orgasm.

Edmund's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks, her hardened nipples and her trembling body. "It's tempting how you take my name, babygirl." He said, his voice a husky whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "Say it again." He commanded, his eyes never leaving hers.

Angela's pussy moistened all over again at the commanding sound of his voice. He still stood near the door, looking at her in a determined way. His dark eyes told exactly what he wanted to do next. It was absolutely what Angela wanted. But he was making her wait and she craved it.

Angela felt her body respond to his commanding tone, her breath quickening. She released her hold on her chest, allowing her breasts to be fully exposed. "Edmund…" She looked into Edmund's eyes and bit her lip sensually, trying to provoke him more.

He gulped hard and she noticed the bulge in his trousers. Angela gulped as well, wondering how long and thick his member would be. She also wondered how it would feel in her mouth, in her pussy. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she imagined all the things she wanted him to do to her.

With a newfound determination, Angela moved down from the bed and stood right in front of Edmund. She sat down on her knees and slowly pulled his trousers down along with his boxers, enough to let his cock jump out. She gulped audibly at the sight of it, long and thick, even when it wasn't fully hard yet.

She gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked it a few times before taking it into her mouth. Edmund shivered a little, his breath hitching in his throat as she began to suck him off. She smirked around his cock, enjoying the power she held over him in that moment.

He grabbed her hair and pushed her more into himself, groaning as she took him deeper into her mouth. She gave him a blowjob, pleasuring both of them with her skilled mouth and tongue. She played with his balls while still giving him a blowjob, feeling him grow even harder in her mouth.

"Ohh… I'm close…. Angela… Ahh… Fuckk…" Edmund mumbled, his body tensing as he neared his release. She smirked, going faster and sucking harder, determined to make him come undone.

With a final thrust, Edmund arched his back and came into her mouth, groaning loudly as waves of pleasure washed over him. Angela swallowed every last drop, feeling a sense of satisfaction and power as she brought him to his knees.

As Edmund caught his breath, he looked down at Angela, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern. "Do you realize I'm married to your mother?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Angela smirked up at him, her eyes filled with a fierce intensity. "If I cared, I wouldn't have sucked your dick, daddy. And I'm sure you didn't love her either. If you had, then you wouldn't have let me do so and come here at this hour."

He moved closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. "Spread your legs for me." He commanded, his voice deep and firm.

Angela's heart pounded in her chest as she obeyed, spreading her legs wide and exposing her glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. She felt a mix of excitement and vulnerability as he looked at her, his dark eyes filled with a primal hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I hope you're not a minor, babygirl. I don't want to make two sins together."