VI: Played Too Hard

MY STEPSON’S HARD DRIVE IS FULL OF HIS XXX TAPES, EPISODE 6: PLAYED TOO HARD

KALEB

This time, she moaned a little and it drove me insane.

I wished I had an audience for this, but in a way I did. I smiled to the camera from behind her thick skull of hair just as my hip pulsed forward to meet my sweet reward.

It was nothing as I imagined. I was gliding into her wet enclaves, steaming wet and tight around my shaft. She leaked juices onto me and I deposited my Precum buried into her. I growled into her ear, not caring in that moment if she woke up. I was inside, I’d fulfilled my curiosity.

I wanted more.

I sighed and moved, lying on my side, I lifted my right leg for mobility and reach as my hips pushed into her. The movements were filled with intent, my waist rounded as she tightened against me. I grabbed her ass roughly and fucked her, the lube was drying now and all that was left was her. She was wet enough I didn’t need to add more.

I yanked her nipple and got another moan. It was low so I felt it more than I heard it, reverberating through me like a rich alto cry.

I think I imagined it but Sasha pushed her ass back to me, bending in a wicked curve of her waist.

I rammed into her and she whimpered but not once did she turn to look, not once did she gain consciousness, and soon I started to think further.

I knew she was really wasted, there was an infinite number of ways I could have her.

The more dangerous the better, I was somehow sure she would not wake up.

I didn’t stop after a few pumps, I only wanted more. I wanted to keep going until I reached my climax, and then I wanted to start again, in a new position. I decided then to blackmail her with these vidoes later, maybe. I don’t know. My mind was overrun with everything I was feeling.

She was a sweet woman, a delicacy I should have never tried but here I was, licking my plate clean off her and recording the moment for life. She, was mine to damage and god I did, getting rough with every drive-in.

Every unconscious moan, every careless whimper of an innocent sleeping step mum.

Well, she wasn’t so innocent, she had gone through my tapes and touched herself to me.

I spanked her ass and then tried to see the extent of her kinks by pinching her nipples so hard. And not once did I stop moving my waist, I’m sure it was more than my old man had done for her

SASHA

Kaleb fucked like a beast, just like the man I had watched in those videos. He arched his back, lifting his weight from the mattress to drive himself deep inside me.

If I had to summarize his raw, carnal nature in one word, I would call it thorough. He wanted every single inch buried inside, pushing every sensation to the absolute edge, and honestly, I had no complaints until his breathing grew ragged behind me and his body went rigid. I heard him finish, and I knew the exact moment he spent his heat deep inside my womb.

I clamped my eyes shut, biting back a loud, desperate moan.

‘Damn him.’

He wasn’t supposed to come inside me; I was his father's wife. Now I would have to deal with contraceptives.

How could he be so reckless? A wave of fury urged me to start scolding him right then and there, but Kaleb wasn't finished. He wasn't just careless, he didn't give a single damn about anyone or anything.

He flipped me onto my back, and I had to fight to keep my eyes closed, almost caught off guard by the sudden movement.

He hovered above me, pausing for a long, agonizing second. I forced my breathing to stay even, praying no stress lines gave me away on my forehead. I had to look like a woman knocked out cold by heavy sleeping pills.

I know you are probably shocked right now, wondering why I faked sleep and what twisted games played in my head. A lot. Endless, sinful, wicked thoughts. That is my answer.

And I wasn't a bit ashamed of it.

After watching those explicit videos, I knew the exact kind of monster Kaleb was. Reckless, utterly fearless of consequences, an absolute sex maniac. There was no way he would see me passed out and not claim me. I knew it deep in my bones, so I played right into his hands, making it impossible for him to resist.

I left myself exposed, placing an empty glass of wine near the bed so it looked like I had crashed hard. I was only surprised when he carried me back to my room to have his wicked way with me. I had expected the eager boy to tear through my clothes right there in the living room.

I wondered what he would say when I eventually woke up. But I wasn't waking up yet. Not until this delicious trap had run its course.

Kaleb made his move. He parted my legs as wide as they could go, letting them hook over his hips while he positioned himself at my core.

He kissed a fiery trail up my left inner thigh, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin hard enough to leave a mark. What was he trying to do? Get Hogan to notice? Should I push him away?

The sharp sting of his teeth on my flesh sent pure electricity straight to my soaking, throbbing core, waking my hunger all over again.

Kaleb lifted my hips, sliding two soft pillows underneath for the perfect angle. Once I was tilted up to him, he brought his heavy shaft to my entrance, dragging the slick head back and forth over my swollen clit. He teased me mercilessly, slipping inside only to pull right back out. I lost track of time while I played the innocent, sleeping victim, but when he finally drove his thick, heavy length all the way inside, a broken whimper tore past my lips.

“I’m so greedy, I don’t want this to be the last time,” Kaleb murmured, buried deep inside me.

He set a slow, sensual rhythm, hitting my cervix with every deliberate stroke.

I swallowed the urge to whisper, ‘Me too.’