CAUGHT IN HER WEB (IV)

Chapter 4

Irene’s POV

I slipped out of the study and went straight to my room before my stepfather could walk in.

The fear of getting caught just made me want Victor more. Every secret text, every quick touch in the hallway when my stepfather was just around the corner turned me on so much I could barely think straight.

I wanted more than just his c*ck now. I wanted him to admit he was addicted to me too.

“You’re pulling away again,” I told him one night when I managed to get him alone in the garage. “Your wife called three times while you were inside me yesterday. I heard you lie to her. Does that make you feel guilty or does it make your dick harder?”

Victor pushed me against the car and slid his hand up my thigh. “It makes me hate myself and want you at the same time. This is getting dangerous, Irene. Your stepfather keeps asking questions about why I’m here so late. My wife is threatening to come over next time.”

I grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. “Then f*ck me like you mean it before everything falls apart. I need to feel you lose control again.”

He f*cked me quickly, bent over the hood of the car, covering my mouth so I wouldn’t scream while he filled me up. But even after he came, I could see the guilt in his eyes. It only made me push harder.

My stepfather held a small gathering. He invited some business friends over for drinks by the pool.

I wore a tiny red bikini, knowing Victor would be there. I wanted him to see other men looking at me and be jealous.

One of the younger guys, Marcus, started flirting. “Damn Irene, you’ve really grown up,” he said with a grin, eyes all over my body. “That bikini looks dangerous on you. You single or what?”

I laughed and touched his arm. “Very single. Why, you interested?”

Before Marcus could answer, Victor appeared beside us. His jaw was tight, eyes dark. “She’s not available,” he said flatly, voice low but sharp. “Back off, Marcus.”

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you had a claim, Victor. Relax, it’s just conversation.”

My stepfather was watching from across the pool, frowning. Victor’s hand brushed my lower back possessively. It turned me on so much knowing my stepdad was watching.

Later that evening when everyone had left and my stepfather went upstairs, Victor dragged me into the study. He locked the door and pushed me against the wall hard.

“You let him touch you,” he growled, yanking my bikini top down. My br*asts spilled out and he grabbed them roughly, pinching my n!pples.

“You wanted to see me lose it, didn’t you? Dirty little tease.”

“Yes,” I breathed, already soaked. “I love when you get possessive. It makes me so f*cking wet.”

He shoved his hand into my bikini bottoms and groaned when he felt how drenched I was. “This p*ssy belongs to me. Say it while I finger you.”

“It’s yours, Victor. Only your c*ck gets to stretch it.” I moaned as he pushed two thick fingers deep inside me, thrusting fast. My legs shook and I rode his hand, rolling my cl!t desperately against his palm.

He pulled his c*ck out, hard and already dripping with precum. “On the desk. Now.”

I bent over it, ass up, and he ripped my bikini bottoms down. He didn’t wait.

He thrust into me hard in one stroke, filling me completely. We both groaned loudly. He felt so deep, stretching me perfectly.

“F*ck me harder,” I begged, pushing back against him. “I want it faster tonight. Use me.”

Victor gripped my hips and started pounding me. The desk banged against the wall with every thrust and his balls slapped against my cl!t, wet sounds filling the room.

“This p*ssy is mine. Not Marcus’s. Mine to f*ck whenever I want.”

“Yes, yours,” I moaned out, biting my lip. “Fill it up. Cum deep inside me.”

He reached around and rubbed my cl!t fast while slamming into me. I came first, p*ssy clenching around his c*ck so hard my vision blurred.

I came so hard my juices ran down my thighs. Victor kept f*cking me through it, grunting in my ear.

“I’m addicted to you,” he admitted between thrusts, voice breaking. “My marriage is falling apart because I can’t stay away from this p*ssy. I think about you when I’m with her.”

His words turned me on even more. I came again, moaning his name. He finally lost it, burying himself deep and pumping me full of his hot cum.

He stayed inside me, breathing hard against my neck and kissing my shoulder.

We were still catching our breath when we heard my stepfather’s voice calling from upstairs. Victor pulled out quickly.

I grabbed my things in a panic, but in the rush I left my silk robe on the floor. We slipped out through the side door just in time.

Later that night I crept back downstairs to get the robe. My heart was still racing.

The study door opened behind me. My stepfather walked in and saw my silk robe lying on the floor.”