Book 2: Tasting My Stepson's Cock

Chapter 3 —- I Want You Now

Bianca's POV

“Jaden!?”

The sharp, demanding voice of Jaden's girlfriend, Camilla, shattered the air.

A cold jolt of adrenaline shot through my veins. I jerked back, instantly smoothing down my silk gown and fixing my hair with frantic fingers. Jaden scrambled to pull a towel around his waist, his breathing heavy and ragged as he tried to steady himself.

“Jaden…?” Camilla called out again, her knuckles rapping impatiently against the bedroom door.

I looked at Jaden, putting a finger to my lips and signaling him to stay in bed. Swallowing the lump of panic in my throat, I smoothed my dress one last time, forced a calm, maternal smile onto my face, and opened the door just wide enough to block her view of the room.

Camilla tried to push past me, her eyes darting suspiciously over my shoulder. “Why'd it take you so long to respond?”

“He's under the weather, sweetie,” I said smoothly, my voice dripping with calm, protective authority. “He just took his medicine and was about to fall asleep until your knock woke him up.”

“Oh…” Camilla’s tone instantly softened, her annoyance melting into sympathy. “You poor thing…”

I didn't stay to listen to her coo over him. I stepped out, pulling the door shut behind me with a firm, decisive thud that cut her words short.

Walking back down the hall, my jaw clenched. I was absolutely furious. The sheer, maddening frustration of being interrupted twice was eating me alive. And the thought of Camilla in there, touching the body that had just been driving me mad... it made a dark, possessive jealousy flare deep in my chest. I didn't care if she was his girlfriend. Right now, Jaden was mine.

Downstairs, Marcus was entirely checked out, muttering into his headset as he prepared for a long conference call in his study.

“Jaden!” Marcus’s voice suddenly boomed down the hallway, sharp and irritated. I smirking slightly from the kitchen as I heard him march up the stairs.

“Sorry to interrupt your little play, but Bianca needs help in the kitchen and I have a conference call. Go help her.”

A few minutes later, the soft scuff of Jaden's footsteps entered the kitchen.

I was leaning over the kitchen counter, deliberately arching my back to press my hips outward, knowing exactly what kind of view I was giving him. I kept my back to him, letting the silence stretch for a delicious, agonizing moment.

“Dad said you needed help?” Jaden finally said, stopping a few feet away.

I turned around, letting a warm, innocent smile curl on my lips. “Help me get the can from the top shelf in the pantry, please. It's awfully tall. I can't reach it.”

Jaden gave a quick, tense nod and walked into the narrow pantry. I knew what he was thinking. He thought we had to be good. He thought with Camilla upstairs and Marcus in the study, we couldn't do anything.

He was wrong. The danger only made me want him more.

As he reached up to grab the can, his shirt pulling tight against his back, I stepped into the pantry behind him. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my chest flush against his back.

“Bi... Bianca…” he gasped, his body going rigid.

“Shh…” I whispered against his neck. My hands slid boldly down the front of his loose pants, my fingers wrapping around his thick, already-hardened cock. “I want you now… Please.”

I took his hands, guiding them behind him, sliding his fingers beneath my gown and directly onto my bare, aching thighs. The moment his fingers brushed my wetness, I let out a soft whimper. “My pussy needs your touch.”

I pulled his pants down to his knees, making him turn around to face me in the cramped space, and sank to my knees on the cold tile.

I didn't waste a second. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling hungrily around the tip before sliding him deep down my throat. Jaden let out a ragged, shuddering breath, his fingers instantly tangling in my hair to hold me there. I spit on his shaft, using the wetness to slide my hands up and down his length while I sucked him hungrily, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

“Nghm… fucking whore…” Jaden groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as he began to thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep in my mouth.

I took every deep, heavy stroke, my eyes watering from the sheer size of him. But just as I felt his body tense, preparing to release, I pulled away. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel him ruin me.

Standing up, I pushed myself against the sturdy kitchen counter, bending over and spreading my legs wide. I hiked my silk gown up to my waist, exposing my bare, rounded ass to him. I reached back, sliding my own fingers down to rub my swollen clit, my juices slicking my thighs.

“Oh fuck, I'm about to cum…” I moaned, my legs already trembling.

Instead of letting me, Jaden spanked my ass, the sharp sting sending a violent jolt of pleasure straight to my chest. Before I could catch my breath, he guided his hard, thick cock to my entrance and pushed deep inside me from behind.

We both let out a loud, stifled groan. He was so incredibly thick, stretching me completely. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he began to ram into me with a wild, unrestrained fury.

“Fuck… Your cock is much better than your father's…” the confession ripped from my throat, raw and unbidden, as his balls slapped heavily against my bare ass.

He was relentless. He’d pull almost all the way out, teasing my highly sensitive clit with the very tip of his shaft, before slamming back in. I buried my face in my hands, biting my own fingers to muffle the loud, echoing squelch of our bodies colliding.

Just as my knees were about to buckle, Jaden pulled out, lifting me effortlessly. He pressed my back against the cold surface of the refrigerator, raising my leg over his shoulder to steady me before driving back inside me. The contrast of the cold fridge against my back and the scorching heat of his cock sliding in and out of me was dizzying. My breasts bounced wildly against his chest with every hard, rapid thrust.

I couldn't take it standing up anymore. I pulled his face to mine, kissing him hungrily, devouring his mouth as I guided him backward toward the kitchen breakfast chairs.

He sat down, and I instantly climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. In one quick motion, I pulled my dress completely over my head, tossing it onto the floor and exposing my bare breasts, my nipples completely hard and throbbing.

Looking down at him with heavy, desire-clouded eyes, I slowly lowered my hips, letting his thick cock slide all the way inside me.

A loud gasp escaped my lips. I held his face, my tongue tangling with his as I began to bounce on his lap. Jaden’s large hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my hardened nipples, before he leaned up to suck and lick them both. The sensation of his tongue swirling over my nipples while his cock filled me completely was too much.

I tilted my head back, moving my waist in deep, grinding circles, riding him harder and faster. My own hand slipped down between us, my fingers rubbing my clit vigorously as I slammed my hips down against his.

I felt Jaden's body lock up beneath me, his breath hitching as he gripped my waist with bruising force. I quickened my pace, my inner walls clenching greedily around him as a violent, shattering climax tore through my body. Right at the same moment, Jaden let out a low, guttural groan, his cock pulsing inside me as he flooded me with his warm, thick release.

I collapsed against his chest, my forehead resting on his shoulder as we both panted heavily, our skin slick with sweat.

“Fuck…” I breathed, a soft, victorious smile tugging at my lips as I kissed his neck. “You're so good.”

Jaden wrapped his arms tight around my bare waist, his thumbs tracing the curve of my hips. “Let's go again.”