CAUGHT IN HER WEB (III)

Chapter 3

Irene’s POV

“What the hell were you doing down there?” my stepfather asked sharply.

“Nothing. I couldn’t sleep, so I took a walk around the house,” I replied nonchalantly.

“Nothing? Dressed like that when Victor is still here?” His eyes narrowed as I went upstairs.

Victor appeared in the hallway. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said, winking at me before walking off.”

I kept my face blank so my stepfather wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Go to bed and stop roaming around. You won’t be the death of me,” my stepfather snapped.

“Unless you want me to be,” I muttered under my breath, frowning.

“Shut the f*ck up. Stop acting like you don’t have home training,” he hissed. “Kids these days keep yapping—”

“Spare me, please,” I cut in sharply. “I’m tired, and I don’t have time for this. I need sleep.”

I brushed past him and went straight to my room.

***

After that, we kept pushing it. He started texting me during meetings, telling me exactly what he wanted to do to me later.

I’d send him pictures from my room, legs spread, fingers buried deep, with captions like “Waiting for the real thing.”

His wife called one night while he was over. I hid in the hallway and listened to him lie about a late meeting. It turned me on so much I had to slip my hand into my shorts.

My stepfather noticed something was off too. “You’ve been acting strange lately,” he said at breakfast one morning, eyes narrowing at me. “Especially when Victor’s around. You two got some problem I should know about?”

I nearly choked on my coffee but forced a casual smile. “No problem at all. He’s just… interesting to talk to. Smart, you know?”

Inside I was screaming because Victor’s cum was still leaking out of me from the garage the night before.

Victor was getting reckless too. He’d pull me into corners of the house, kiss me as if he was starving, whisper dirty promises against my ear.

“I think about bending you over that desk every time I’m sitting with your dad.”

Tonight the house was finally quiet. My stepfather had gone to bed early after a few drinks. Victor was supposed to leave but instead he grabbed my wrist and pulled me straight into the study, locking the door behind us.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he said, voice low and urgent. He pushed me against the desk, bending me forward so my br*asts pressed against the cool wood.

His hands shoved my short dress up over my ass. “Look at this ass. F*ck, Irene, you’re dripping down your thighs already.”

I moaned when he dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face in my p*ssy. His tongue licked long and slow from my cl!t to my entrance, then pushed inside me.

I gripped the edge of the desk, biting my lip to stay quiet. “Victor… oh shit, eat my p*ssy just like that. Yes.”

He groaned against my folds, the vibration making my legs shake. He sucked on my cl!t while two fingers pumped into me fast and deep. I was soaking his face, my juices running down his chin.

The room was so quiet that the wet sounds felt loud. My thighs trembled as I got closer, grinding back against his tongue.

He stood up suddenly, unzipped his pants, and I felt the thick hot head of his c*ck rubbing against my entrance. “Tell me you want it,” he demanded, teasing me.

“I want your c*ck,” I begged, pushing back. “F*ck me hard, Victor. Please. I need it so bad.”

He thrust into me in one stroke, stretching my p*ssy wide around his thick length. We both moaned. He felt huge, filling every inch of me.

“So f*cking tight,” he growled, gripping my hips as he pounded into me. The desk creaked under us and his balls slapped against my cl!t with every deep thrust.

I was losing it, moaning his name under my breath. “Harder… F*ck me like you own me.”

He reached around and rubbed my cl!t while slamming into me. The pleasure built fast and dirty. My walls clenched around his c*ck, milking him as I came hard, biting my arm to muffle the cry.

Victor didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the desk. My legs wrapped around his waist as he sank back into me, f*cking me face to face now.

His eyes looked wild. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “I don’t care about anything else anymore.”

I clawed at his back, meeting every thrust. “Cum inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel it leaking out when I go upstairs.”

He groaned loudly, hips stuttering as he got closer. His c*ck swelled inside me, pounding harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

We were both breathless and sweaty when the door suddenly slammed open.

“Dad?” I whispered in horror.