Chapter three: Drunk Confession

Bronte’s POV

The tension in the house was killing me.

After that charged moment in the kitchen, Rufus avoided being alone with me for the rest of the day.

He was polite in front of mom playing the perfect new husband, but every time our eyes met, I saw the hunger.

The same fire burning in me, mom went to take a long shower after dinner.

The moment I heard the water running, my heart started racing. I was in the hallway when Rufus suddenly stepped out of the guest bathroom shirtless and his sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

He didn’t say a word, he just backed me against the wall, one hand planted beside my head.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he whispered, but his body said something else.

His hard cock pressed against my stomach through his sweatpants.

“Then stop me,” I challenged, my hand sliding up his bare chest.

“Tell me you don’t want to fuck your stepdaughter.”

Rufus groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You’re going to get us both in trouble.”

The shower stopped upstairs, “It looks like my mom would be out soon”

He stepped back quickly, breathing heavily. “Later, when she’s asleep we’ll talk.” he said.

But I couldn’t wait, that night after Mom went to bed, I drank more than I should have.

I texted Rufus “Come pick me up, I’m too drunk to be alone right now.”

He replied instantly “I’m on my way”

When I climbed into his car, my short dress were high on my thighs.

“Drive somewhere private,” I said, my voice already breathy.

He drove to a dark, empty parking lot behind an old warehouse and turned off the engine.

“Rufus,” I whispered, turning to him.

“I saw you fucking my mom that night, I watched every second, how deep you went and how hard you made her moan. I came so many times thinking about it.”

“Bronte this is dangerous.” He gripped the steering wheel, breathing heavily.

“I don’t care, I need you please.” I said, climbing into the back seat.

He followed me, in the tight space, he looked even bigger.

He grabbed my face and kissed me hard, the kiss tasted like whiskey and desire, his tongue were in my mouth as his hand raised my dress up.

“No panties,” he said when his fingers found my naked dripping pussy.

“You planned this, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned as he pushed two thick fingers inside me, fucking me fast while his thumb rubbed my clit.

The wet sound of his fingers moving in my soaked pussy filled the car, I came hard on his hand, shaking, biting his shoulder to stay quiet.

Then he pulled his thick, veiny cock out. The head was filled with precum. He rubbed the head against my entrance.

“Last chance,” he warned.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged.

He entered into me in one deep stroke. I cried out, the burning was so perfect.

He fucked me hard in the back seat, the car rocking, his hand over my mouth to muffle my loud moans.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned.

“Such a naughty little slut for your stepdaddy.”

I came again, harder this time, my nails digging into his back.

He flipped me over, bending me over the seat and entered me from behind. The new angle hit even deeper. He fucked me with long, powerful strokes, one hand in my hair, the other slapping my ass.

“Take it, baby girl take every inch of daddy’s cock.” he growled.

When he finally buried himself deep and filled me with hot cum, I felt completely owned.

We sat there for a moment, both breathing heavily, the car filled with the scent of sex and sweat and his cock still inside me.

Then he pulled out slowly, cum leaking down my thighs.

As we drove home in weird silence, I kept stealing glances at him. His jaw was tight and his hand gripped the steering wheel hard.

When we pulled into the driveway, the house lights were off. Mom was probably asleep.

But as I stepped out of the car, adjusting my dress, I got scared.

The front door was slightly open and I could have sworn I saw a shadow move behind the curtain in the living room.

Did someone just see us get out of the car together?