Book 1: Wanting My Stepson

Chapter 6 —--- Claimed Under His Nose

Vivian's POV

The sudden, gravelly sound of Lucas's voice brought my entire world to a screeching halt.

Robert’s fingers froze instantly inside my soaked, throbbing pussy, locking dead in place. I went completely rigid, my eyes stretching wide into the suffocating, pitch-black darkness of the tent. My lungs seized, clamping down so tight I couldn't even draw a tiny sip of air. Every single muscle in my body coiled into a hard, painful knot of absolute, paralyzing terror.

This is it, my mind screamed, a deafening, bone-deep panic, tearing through my brain. We're caught. My marriage, my life, my dignity… it’s all over.

Just inches away, the heavy nylon rustle of Lucas’s sleeping bag sounded like a sudden crack of thunder in the quiet tent. I braced myself for the blinding beam of his flashlight, waiting for the shouting to start, waiting for the sky to fall.

Instead, a heavy, sluggish sigh rattled through the dark.

"Make sure... make sure you get the bacon," Lucas mumbled, his voice thick, slurred, and completely lost in the heavy fog of exhaustion. "And the eggs... extra crispy, Viv..."

A low, wet grunt followed his sleepy request. Then, with a slow, agonizingly heavy roll, Lucas shifted his weight back onto his side, his breathing dropping instantly back into a deep, rhythmic, snoring rumble.

He was asleep. He was just sleep-talking.

The violent rush of oxygen back into my lungs was so sudden it made my head spin. A dizzying, toxic mixture of absolute relief and high-voltage adrenaline flooded my chest, making my pulse hammer twice as fast against my ribs.

Beside me, I felt the silent, shaky vibration of Robert’s bare chest as he let out a long, ragged breath of his own. But he didn't pull his hand out. If anything, the terrifying near-miss had stripped away the very last of our restraint. The terrifying reality of our situation was a drug, and we were both completely hopelessly hooked.

Slowly, deliberately, Robert leaned over me until his hot lips brushed the sensitive shell of my ear.

"I told you," he whispered, his voice a dark, breathless vibration that sent a violent, electric shiver straight down my spine. "Be quiet."

Before I could even attempt to swallow the lump in my throat, his hand resumed its slow, torturous movement inside me. There was no hesitation this time. His touch was heavy, demanding, and hot enough to burn right through the chill of the mountain air.

He drove his index and middle fingers deep inside me, making heavy, circular motions that stretched me out, while his thumb locked onto my swollen clit, pinning it with a bruising, steady pressure.

I bit down hard on my own lower lip, tasting the copper tang of blood as I rolled onto my back. I spread my legs as wide as the sleeping bag would allow, offering him complete, unrestricted access to my aching heat.

His lips crashed against mine, hard and bruising, claiming my mouth to swallow the desperate gasps I couldn't control. He intensified the thrust of his fingers, his movements turning rapid and relentless. I quivered violently beneath him, my toes curling as I sucked on his tongue, trying my absolute hardest not to moan directly into his mouth.

Our kiss was suffocating, consuming every last bit of air in my lungs. He slid his thumb up and down my clit so vigorously that I bit his lower lip in a desperate bid to stifle a scream.

With deliberate slowness, he began to rub just the highly sensitive tip of my clit with his thumb, making my body tremble like a madwoman. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him down, my fingers clawing through his hair as my juices continuously pooled beneath me, soaking the fabric of my sleeping bag.

I reached my hand down, sliding it past his waist to find his hardened, thick cock. A slow, shuddering breath escaped my lips as my fingers wrapped around the hot, pulsing steel of his length.

He pulled away from my mouth, his hot lips dragging down my jaw, kissing a path down my neck before burying his face against my exposed breast. He cupped my hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking it deep into his throat. I instantly threw my free hand over my mouth, pressing my palm flat against my lips to block the high-pitched whimper that wanted to escape.

Tears of pure, unbearable intensity clouded my vision in the dark. Robert adjusted his weight, using his free hand to pinch and roll my other nipple. I bit down on my lip until it bled, my eyes rolling back as he finger-fucked me like a wild beast that hadn't eaten in days.

I rubbed his cock in my hand, massaging him with a frantic, desperate rhythm, matching the savage pace of his fingers inside me. Just as I felt my walls clench, hovering right on the edge of a violent climax, he suddenly pulled his hand out.

I let out a breathless, desperate whine, my hips twitching upward in protest.

Before I could react, Robert caught my wrist, pinning my hand to the floor of the tent. He slid down my body, his hot breath brushing against my inner thighs as he positioned himself between my legs.

My breath caught as his mouth slammed directly onto my swollen, throbbing pussy.

He was relentless; kissing, sucking, and lapping at my juices as his hands gripped my breasts with bruising force. I pressed both of my hands over my mouth, pushing down hard as his tongue forcefully thrust inside me.

He tongue-fucked me slowly, his wet tongue licking the highly sensitive walls of my pussy in deep, circular motions before sliding up and down with intense, driving pressure. Tears of pure, forbidden bliss escaped my eyes. I wrapped my legs tightly around his neck, pulling him deeper into my wetness. Just when I thought my mind would shatter, he focused the very tip of his tongue on my throbbing clit, flicking it left and right with a ferocious pace.

My pussy clamped down. Before I could even attempt to control it, my body buckled, and a massive, hot burst of liquid exploded from me, splashing across his face.

My legs went entirely weak, falling uselessly to the side as I gasped for air, my chest heaving. Robert didn't give me even a second to recover. He grabbed my hips and turned me over, forcing me onto my stomach.

He leaned down, his voice a husky, gravelly growl dripping with dark desire. “Arch for me.”

I pushed my upper body up slightly, supporting my weight on my elbows as I spread my knees, arching my bare ass high into the cold air. Robert kissed the curve of my hip, then delivered a sharp, stinging spank to my cheek that made me gasp. Before I could catch my breath, he guided his massive, hardened cock to my pussy and slowly, heavily stretched my swollen pussy open as he sank all the way inside.

A deep, muffled moan escaped my lips as he bottomed out, stretching my inner walls to their absolute limit. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back firmly so I had to look into the darkness.

“Be a good girl,” he whispered savagely against my ear, “and take this dick quietly like the slut you are.”

He began to ram into me. His heavy balls slammed hard against my bare ass with every single plunge, the wet, squelching sound of our bodies colliding so incredibly loud in the quiet tent that I was certain Lucas would wake up. My breasts bounced painfully against the floor of the tent with every hard thrust, my nipples scraping the rough fabric, but I was past the point of caring.

I was completely consumed. I wanted him to ruin me.

I bit down on the sleeping bag, my teeth sinking into the fabric to muffle the desperate, animalistic noises ripping from my throat. Robert was rough, driving into me with a savage, hungry pace that had my knees trembling.

Just as my inner muscles began to spasm, signaling another climax, he abruptly pulled out.

“Lay on your side,” he panted, his voice rough.

I rolled onto my side instantly, raising my top leg high over his shoulder. Robert stepped back in, stretching me open from the side and driving his cock deep inside me once more. We both let out soft, ragged moans as he filled me completely.

He held my raised leg steady with one hand, his other hand reaching down to find my throbbing clit. He began to rub me vigorously, his fingers slick with my own juices, while his hips slid in and out of me like a wild beast. He toyed with the pace, slowing down to slide his cock against my walls, torture me, and make me beg, before picking up a fast, punishing rhythm again.

I felt his cock swelling even larger inside me. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my neck. Just as I was about to shatter, he pulled out once more, leaning down to capture my mouth in a deep, bruising, possessive kiss.

Fueled by pure, desperate hunger, I pushed him down onto his back, climbing on top of him. I pressed my lips to his hungrily, devouring his mouth as I guided his thick, throbbing cock back inside me. We both let out a muffled groan against each other's lips.

I began to move, raising my hips slowly and lowering them back down, letting him stretch me out completely. I ground my pussy against him in deep, heavy circles, the friction sending waves of dizzying heat straight to my brain.

I pulled my lips away, throwing my head back as I quickened my pace. I placed my hands in front of me on his chest for balance, my ass bouncing heavily off his thighs with every hard down-stroke. The raw volume of my wetness pooled over our thighs, making a loud, squelching sound with every slam.

Robert’s hand slid up to find my clit again, his thumb massaging the swollen node with a firm, steady rhythm as I rode him greedily. Tears of pure ecstasy blurred my eyes. Sweat pooled down my spine as my legs shook violently.

Just as my body coiled, preparing to explode with an unbearable release, Robert’s hands clamped onto my waist with a bruising grip.

He tilted me forward, crashing his lips back onto mine.

“Arch,” he ordered, his low voice vibrating against my mouth.

I pressed my hands against his muscular chest, spreading my legs wider. I raised my hips, keeping my chest pressed flush against his while my lower body remained arched above him.

He claimed my mouth fiercely, filling me from below as his grip on my waist tightened. He began to ram upward into me, each thrust deeper, harder, and more savage than the last. He would slow down for a second, swirling his hips to grind his cock against the very depths of my womb, before launching back into a fast, punishing rhythm.

My clit throbbed with an agonizing, beautiful pleasure. My head fell back, a silent scream of ecstasy stretching my throat.

“Fuck… I'm about to cum…” I wailed quietly against his neck.

Robert only quickened his pace, our sweat-slicked chests rubbing together as his hips slammed upward beneath me. My entire body vibrated with the force of his thrusts. I matched his movement, slamming my hips down to meet him with the same wild, unrestrained intensity.

My legs finally gave out completely. I collapsed heavily against his chest, my face burying into his neck as a shattering, violent orgasm tore through me, right as Robert let out a low, guttural growl, his cock swelling and pulsing as he poured a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside me.

We lay there in the dark, our chests heaving in unison, the thick scent of sex filling the small tent. Robert wrapped his strong arms tightly around me, holding my trembling body close.

“Fuck… Robert…” I sighed, my voice a weak, exhausted whisper.

“Rest up, Vivian,” he panted heavily, his lips brushing my wet forehead. “We have the whole night ahead of us.”