Book 2: Tasting My Stepson's Cock

Chapter 5 —- You Taste Better

Camilla's POV

Marcus's lips remained brutally, possessively pressed against mine as he rubbed the hot, wet tip of his cock against the entrance of my pussy.

The air in Jaden's bedroom was thick and heavy, smelling of sweat, leather, and raw sex. Every time our bodies collided, my mind spun a little faster. Jaden was entirely forgotten. My tongue tangled with Marcus's in a fiery, desperate rhythm, and my insides practically liquefied the moment his thick cock dragged across my highly sensitive clit.

“Nghmm… fuck…” I winced, the overwhelming intensity of his motion, pulling a ragged gasp from my throat.

Marcus let out a deep growl, sliding his lips down my chin, down the column of my neck, and biting gently along my collarbone until his mouth rested on my bare breasts. He sucked on my nipples hungrily, his tongue swirling around the hardened tips in heavy, teasing strokes. I arched my back off the mattress, offering myself to him as waves of blinding pleasure began to ripple through my core.

His hands slid down my stomach, his index and middle fingers finding my soaked center. He massaged my clit with a firm, practiced pressure that made my knees buckle.

I let out a soft, helpless moan, my fingers digging deep into his dark hair. “Marcus…”

Instead of slowing down, he slid his body down the bed. His hands gripped my thighs, parting them wide as his mouth claimed my wet pussy. I trembled violently, my fingernails clawing at the sheets as his warm tongue began to stroke my clit with agonizing accuracy. I couldn't help it. I raised my hips, moving in desperate, circular motions, riding his tongue to keep the friction going.

Just as my body coiled, right on the verge of a shattering release, Marcus suddenly pulled his head back.

I fell back against the pillows, panting heavily, my nerves screaming for completion.

Before I could complain, he grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach. He delivered a sharp, heavy spank to my bare ass that made me gasp. “Arch for me.”

I didn't hesitate. I pushed my chest down against the mattress and raised my hips, spreading my legs wide and presenting myself to him. I felt his warm fingers glide over my wetness, and then, with one heavy, unyielding push, his massive, veiny cock slid all the way inside me.

I bit down on my lower lip so hard I tasted copper, my hands clutching the sheets as my tight walls clenched desperately around his thick cock. He began to thrust, slow, deep, and incredibly heavy.

Fuck! It felt like he was bottoming out against my womb.

Marcus reached forward, his hand tangling in my hair and pulling my head back slightly. Holding me firmly in place, his pace quickened. The slow, torturous thrusts turned into a relentless, driving rhythm. His heavy balls slammed hard against my butt cheeks with every single plunge, the wet, slapping sound of our bodies echoing loudly in the quiet bedroom. Tears of sheer pleasure blurred my vision.

My inner walls gripped him, milking his cock as liquid pooled out of me, soaking the bedsheets beneath us. Before I could explode, Marcus abruptly pulled out. He flipped me back onto my back, spread my legs over his shoulders, and rammed back inside me.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, locking him in as his mouth clamped onto my breast again, sucking my nipple deep into his throat. The heat, the friction, and the taboo of fucking Jaden's father in Jaden's own bed was overwhelming. My body completely surrendered. My pussy clamped down hard on his cock, and a violent, shaking orgasm ripped through me, sending a heavy burst of liquid spilling over his thighs.

Marcus let out a low, victorious groan, pulling back slightly to look down at me as we both panted. He leaned down, pressing a wet, bruising kiss to my lips.

“You taste so much better than my wife,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough.

I let out a breathless, wicked giggle, my fingers tracing his strong jaw. “Your cock’s way tastier than your son's.”

A dark grin spread across his face. He laid down beside me, his heavy arm wrapping around my waist. “Lay on your side,” he growled.

I complied instantly, rolling onto my side and raising my leg high above my head to give him complete access.

Marcus pushed his cock back inside me, the sudden friction igniting another wave of heat. He began to plow into me from behind, one of his hands cupping my breast to pinch my nipple, while his other hand reached down to rub my clit vigorously. I was completely at his mercy. My body trembled, my breasts bouncing against his palms as he quickened his thrusts, driving me toward another peak.

Liquid spilled everywhere, ruining the sheets, but neither of us cared.

Marcus spanked my hip, pulling me onto my back and flipping me on top of him. “Ride me.”

I straddled his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck as I began to bounce on his cock. The bed frame creaked violently beneath us with every hard down-stroke. I rolled my hips, grinding my wet cunt against his pelvis, taking him as deep as possible. Marcus gripped my waist, pulling me down hard as he thrust upward from below, his lips catching my breast and sucking hungrily.

My legs shook violently. My eyes rolled back as the pressure built to an agonizing point. I couldn't hold it back anymore.

My clit contracted, and I screamed silently into his shoulder as another orgasm tore through me.

Beneath me, Marcus's cock swelled and trembled, a low, moan escaping his chest as he flooded my insides with hot, thick cum.

When he finally pulled out, some of his release spilled down my thighs. We both collapsed onto our backs, our chests heaving as we stared at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath.

Marcus turned to me, a dark, possessive look in his eyes as his hand slid back onto my breast, squeezing it firmly.

“Let's go again, my little slut.”