Book 2: Tasting My Stepson's Cock

Chapter 4 —- Fuck Me Till I Scream Your Name

Camilla's POV

I sat bolted upright on Jaden’s bed, my blood boiling. I was absolutely seething.

Who the hell does he think he is?

My hands clenched the sheets so tightly my knuckles turned white. The arrogant audacity of Marcus to just throw the door open without a care in the world made me want to scream. Jaden and I were in the middle of something private, something intimate, and his father just barged in like he owned… well, I suppose he did own the place, but that didn't give him the right to act like a tyrant.

The complete lack of boundaries, the invasion of privacy, and the smug, dismissive look on his face as he interrupted us was infuriating. I could feel a hot wave of anger rushing from my chest straight to my face.

“You could try knocking, you know,” I groaned, my voice dripping with annoyance as I pulled the rumpled bedsheets tighter around my chest.

“It's my house, after all,” Marcus said coldly, shutting the door behind him with a firm, dismissive click. He leaned against the frame, crossing his arms as his dark eyes locked onto me. “And I won't tolerate this kind of cheap behavior under my roof.”

I hissed, rolling my eyes in fueled frustration. “Like you don't do the exact same things to your wife?”

“The difference? I own the place,” he huffed, taking a slow step toward the bed. “And I don’t care for a disgrace living freely under my roof.”

My temper flared instantly.

“Don’t call Jaden that,” I shot back, forgetting my state of undress in the heat of the moment.

Before I could think, I pushed myself up from the mattress, ready to stand my ground and glare him down. But as I jerked forward, the loose bedsheet slipped from my fingers, pooling around my waist.

My breath caught in my throat.

For one agonizing, humiliating second, I froze. The cool breeze of the air conditioning brushed against my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly in the chill. I sat there completely exposed, the bra Jaden had started to slide off earlier hanging loosely.

My cheeks burned with a fiery, crimson heat. I quickly held my head low, wrapping my hands around my chest to cover what little dignity I had left, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Marcus didn't move. He stood at the edge of the bed, a heavy, suffocating silence settling over the room. Even without looking up, I could feel his intense, burning gaze dragging slowly down my body.

“You're staring…” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling.

“Why cover yourself? You have a beautiful body, Camilla,” Marcus murmured, his tone shifting from cold anger to a low, smooth purr.

I shot him a sharp glare. “You didn't see anything…”

Before I could finish, he closed the distance

between us. In one swift motion, he sat on the edge of the mattress, leaving barely an inch of space between our bodies. The raw, masculine heat radiating off him was completely different from Jaden's. It was heavier, more commanding, and carried the effortless confidence of an older man who knew exactly what he wanted.

Slowly, he lifted his large hand and placed it over mine. With a firm, unyielding pressure, he gently pulled my hands away from my chest, exposing me to him completely.

I should have fought him. I should have screamed, pushed him away, or bolted for the door. But my body was already burning, left completely high and dry by Jaden’s sudden departure. The forbidden thrill of the moment paralyzed me.

“What are you doing…?” I whispered, my breath hitching.

“You seem to have a little problem,” Marcus murmured, his warm hands sliding onto my bare breasts, cupping them with an agonizingly slow, possessive grip. “Why don't I help you out with that?”

He brushed his thumbs deliberately over my hardened nipples, and a sharp, helpless gasp escaped my lips. Before I could even think of a protest, he leaned in, his mouth claiming one of my breasts.

A sudden, violent wave of pleasure exploded in my lower stomach. I arched my back, my fingers instinctively wrapping into his dark hair, pulling him closer as he sucked hungrily on my nipple, his tongue tracing wet, hot circles around the tip.

It's Jaden's fault, I justified to myself desperately, my mind spinning into a haze of lust. He left me completely turned on and walked away. If his father wants to finish what Jaden started, why should I stop him?

Marcus paused, straightening his posture to look down at me. His eyes were dark, dilated with desire. He leaned in and crashed his lips against mine, devouring my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, pulling him down as my inner muscles clenched, already soaking wet.

Lifting me effortlessly, Marcus pressed me flat onto the center of Jaden’s bed. He loomed over me, never breaking the suffocating depth of our kiss as his hand slid down the front of my loose joggers, slipping past the fabric with ease.

His warm fingers slid directly between my thighs, finding my slick, swollen pussy.

I let out a muffled moan against his mouth as he pushed his index and middle finger inside me, his movements deep and rhythmic. His thumb found my highly sensitive clitoris, rubbing it with a steady, intense pressure that made my legs tremble. The sheer friction of his fingers and the constant, heavy heat of his body hovering over mine was driving me crazy.

“So wet…” he groaned against my lips, his thumb brushing over the most sensitive spot of my clit.

I whimpered, my feet buckling as I spread my legs wider, arching my hips upward to meet his touch.

“Ah… it's right there, isn't it,” he grinned, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

He focused his touch right on that throbbing spot, his thumb sliding up and down vigorously while our tongues tangled in a desperate, breathless rhythm. I could feel his massive, hardened cock pressing heavily against my thigh through his trousers. Just as my inner walls began to clench, begging for release, he suddenly pulled his hand away.

I let out a breathless whine of protest. But Marcus only smirked. He reached down, grabbing my joggers and yanking them down my legs, tossing them onto the floor and leaving me completely naked on the sheets.

In one swift motion, he stripped off his own trousers. My eyes widened in the dim light as his massive, thick, vein-covered length sprang free, throbbing with anticipation.

“You know sixty-nine?” he asked, a dark, wicked grin stretching across his face.

I nodded weakly, my throat too dry to speak.

Marcus shifted, leaning over me in an upside-down position. His face hovered directly over my swollen pussy, while his heavy, hard cock dangled inches from my lips.

Before I could even process the view, his tongue swiped flat across my clit. I gasped, my thighs violently clenching as he began to lick and suck me with expert, ravenous strokes. The pleasure was overwhelming. I reached up, wrapping my hands around his thick cock and guiding it into my mouth, sucking the tip greedily.

The rhythm was intoxicating. Marcus mouth-fucked me hard, his hips shifting back and forth as his tongue pried deep inside my wetness, lapping at my juices. I let out muffled, desperate moans around his cock, my fingers digging into his thighs as my body began to shake.

The double stimulation was too much. I felt my clit contract violently, and with a sudden, breathless cry, a heavy burst of liquid exploded from me, splashing across his face.

Marcus let out a low growl, pulling back and wiping his chin. He quickly stripped off his shirt, his muscular chest gleaming in the light as he loomed over me once more. He crashed his lips against mine, his hands grabbing my breasts with bruising force.

“I'm going to fuck you,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice a deep, commanding rumble, “until you scream my name.”