Chapter Four: Stepdad thinks I’m the slut he hired

~ Rose~

I couldn’t sleep that night. I mean, how could I? When the memory of my stepbrother wrecking my pussy raw kept replaying in my head like some haunted dream.

But I couldn’t tell if this was me feeling remorseful or my pussy begging me to drag my slutty self back for some more.

I yanked out of the bed sheets and stormed downstairs. I needed something to drink. Something strong. Something numbing. Something to get these thoughts off my head else I might lock myself in the bedroom and split my pussy apart with my own hands.

I was barely clothed, just in a pair of soaked panties and a see through lace that hung so loosely on my shoulders that I jerked anytime it brushed past my swollen tits.

Charles spent most nights at the office especially when Mum worked late. The only person I could worry about had already fucked me senseles just few hours ago. So yeah, I didn’t bother staying decent.

I opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of bourbon, and turned—

I was almost at the stairs when I heard it.

A groan.

It sounded like someone in distress.

“Archer” I called out.

No reply. Nothing.

And then it came again. Louder this time.

“Fuck— fuck— fuck.”

It was coming from the study room.

I reached for the door, pushed it slightly open.

The room was thick black, the only light came from the city glow bleeding through the half closed blinds.

I could barely see the face of the figure. But he was there, halfway emerged into the dark, his head threw back across the office chair.

His hand gripped his cock, pumping with so much force, a blob of pre-cum spilled free, leaving a trail down his stomach.

The sight of it made my breath catch. The tip was swollen, the ridge felt brutal, every inch of it looked fucking painful, heavy, thick. Nothing like any cock I’ve ever seen before.

Jeez, this is way worse, probably ten inches. No, fuck no, fifteen… definitely fifteen of a monster cock. His hands couldn’t even meet the end of it. That was how thick it was

All I could wonder was what’s pussy would feel with a cock like that inside me.

It wouldn’t dare fit. Never, it will rip me apart in seconds or worse, break me from the inside.

I knew I should have run, looked away or at least crawl back to my room if I had to but I didn’t.

I’d heard girls talk about what it’d felt like to be fucked by a cock six times your pussy.

And here I was, looking at one.

What if I never get this chance again?

What if I never get to be fucked by a monster cock just like that?

Fuck. Rose.

You’re crazy.

You’ve gone mad.

I know. I fucking know. This wasn’t the same cock inside me some hours ago, this wasn't Archer but my brain didn’t care to think.

I pushed the door wider, and a long eerie crack echoed through the room.

His eyes snapped at me and my heart stopped, not slowed.

It fucking stopped.

Holy fuck.

It flashed red, amber, gold like melted lava then nothing.

I was about to run when his voice came.

“Get the fuck in here.” He barked. “ How dare you make me wait?”

“Me?”

“Bitch, I didn’t pay you to stand there and watch me.” He snapped. “Get here now.”

And my legs moved before I could think.

“Get on your fucking knees. You stupid slut.”

I obeyed. I mean, it’s not like I had a choice.

I dropped to my knees, right between his legs.

“Suck.”

That was all I heard.

One word.

One Order.

And my hand moved before my brain could register.

I leaned in until my lips were inches from the cap, my grip tightened, pulling the skin along the shaft like I was gathering every slick of precum back to the top.

Fuck.

His whole body tensed.

His eyes snapped open, then shit and opened again but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his head fell back.

Throat exposed.

Tongue out.

Eyes glazed.

Begging for more.

I brought it to my lips but I didn’t suck. Not yet, I struck my tongue out and swiped, dragging every slick across the top. The taste was salty, sharp, and heavy. His hips jerked hard.

The impact sent the chair rolling backward with a sharp scrape, he almost tipped out of it, a rough growl torn out of him.

“Fuck— nevermind,” he groaned. “Get up and loose the robe.

Before I could react, he stood, cock still hard, veins standing out along the thick ridges. One big clamped around my neck. He yanked me off the floor like I weighed nothing, spun me and slammed me face- down over the desk. Paper scattered. The impact left a crack on the wood.

He hooked his fingers into my panties and ripped it apart in seconds. My pussy clenched, I was dripping, my thighs were coated with creamy slick. He didn’t bother with finger first.

That fat head of a monster cock notched at my entrance and pushed.

And I lost it.

I screamed.

His cock slammed deeper and I saw black.

It was too much. Too big. I felt the stretch tearing through me, my legs shook violently, my pussy started twitching around him, soaking up his cock, so hard, fucking tight.

I came.

Right there.

But he didn’t stop.

He fucked me through it, his cock kept slamming in like he was rearranging my womb, like he was owning every inch of my cunt.

I wasn’t even moaning anymore

I was sobbing into the sheets.

Wrecked.

Mouth open.

Eyes wide.

And when he finally came, I felt it deep in my stomach, the way it stretched my pussy wide, the pressure was so deep, it felt like he was trying to split me open from inside.

I was gone, mind blank, eyes white, the only thing that was left was the pressure.

And when the last slam came, it tore out those words from me.

“I love you— Archer—fuck, I love you—“

He heard it.

I felt it from the way he froze, from the way his body instantly locked up.

He stood up so fast like my skin was now venom to him. His hands flew to the lampbulb, turning the switch on.

“What the actually fuck, Rose.”