I crept silently down the hall, careful not to make a sound. When I reached the master suit, I kneeled and peered through the crack in the door. For three years, I’d been spying on my stepfather. The man was far too sexy for someone his age. My obsession started the day I accidentally caught him getting out of the shower. The long, thick cock hanging between his legs had fascinated me, and an ache had built inside me.

My whore of a mother was off fucking someone else now. She hadn’t yet broken her marriage to my stepfather, but I knew it was coming. Hell, everyone did. At eighteen, I knew people thought I was stupid and didn’t understand half of what went on around me. It was hard to miss my mother smelling like different men, or her loud talks with her girlfriends on days she thought she was alone in the house, bragging about the latest young stallion she’d ridden. And I knew damn well she didn’t mean horses.

My stepfather, Jake Tyler Branigan, or JT to his friends, sat on the edge of the bed. Naked. His hand stroked up and down his cock, and I licked my lips as I watched. My nipples hardened, and I unfastened the top buttons on my nightie, reaching inside to play with my breast. I rolled the hard tip and tried not to moan. As JT stroked himself faster, I reached between my legs, lifting my nightie and stroking my pussy. Knowing I’d intended to spy on him, I’d gone without panties. My sheer nightie was the only thing covering my body.

I bit my lip, hard enough I wouldn’t make a sound. I worked my click and wondered what it would feel like to have JT’s hands on me instead. Lost in pleasure, I didn’t notice he’d stopped moving. Or that he seemed to stare at my hiding place. I was so close to coming! I worked my fingers faster, pushing myself to an orgasm, when the door suddenly flew open.

I cried out, falling onto my ass, legs splayed. Staring up at JT, I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, Sonja. Whatever shall I do with you?” JT asked, his eyebrow arched. His gaze skimmed over me and I realized my breast and pussy were both exposed. I reach for the hem of my nightie and he stopped me. “No. Don’t cover yourself.”

I panted, both turned on and self-conscious. My clit pulsed with need, and I wondered if he could see how slick I’d gotten from imaging him fucking me.

“How many times have you hidden in this hallway to watch me?”  he demanded.

“A… a few.”

“Lift the hem higher,” he said.

My hand shook as I reached down and pulled it up to my waist, exposing myself to his heated gaze. He licked his lips and stared. I saw his cock twitch.