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Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation(2)
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Chapter 2: Crossing the Line His fingers slid deeper without waiting for permission I could no longer give. Two thick digits pushed into my soaked pussy, stretching me open with a wet, obscene sound that filled the quiet living room. I gasped sharply, my back arching off the couch as pleasure ripped through me like lightning. Marcus watched my face the entire time, his eyes burning with months of pent-up hunger finally unleashed. "Fuck, Elena," he growled low, voice thick with lust. "You're dripping all over my hand. So fucking wet for your stepson." The words should have shamed me. Instead they made my walls clench hard around his invading fingers. I was soaked beyond belief, my juices coating his knuckles as he curled them inside me, stroking that sensitive spot that made my toes curl. Richard had not touched me like this in years. Never with this raw, possessive need. Marcus pumped his fingers faster, his thumb finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight circles that had me moaning openly, legs spreading wider on their own. I reached for him desperately, grabbing the front of his sweaty tank top and yanking him down. Our mouths crashed together in a hungry, forbidden kiss. His tongue invaded me just like his fingers, claiming every inch while I whimpered into his mouth. He tasted like salt and sin, and I could not get enough. My hips rocked against his hand, fucking myself on his fingers like a desperate whore while his free hand shoved the dress shirt open, exposing my heavy breasts. He broke the kiss only to latch onto one nipple, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. Teeth grazed the sensitive bud before he switched to the other, biting and licking until both were red and aching. All the while his fingers never stopped their relentless assault on my cunt, driving me closer and closer to the edge. "Please," I begged, voice breaking. "Marcus, I need more." He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty and throbbing. Before I could protest he grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach on the wide couch. The shirt rode up completely over my ass as he knelt behind me, spreading my knees wide. I felt completely exposed, my dripping pussy and tight asshole on full display for the man I was supposed to treat like a son. "Look at this perfect fucking pussy," he muttered, almost reverently. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them further. Then his mouth was on me. I screamed into the couch cushion as his tongue dragged from my clit all the way up to my asshole in one long, filthy lick. He devoured me like a starving man, sucking my swollen lips into his mouth, tongue-fucking my hole while his nose pressed against my clit. Wet slurping sounds echoed shamelessly as he ate me out from behind. I pushed back against his face, grinding my dripping cunt all over him, chasing the orgasm that was building like a tidal wave. When he pushed two fingers back inside me and sucked hard on my clit at the same time, I shattered. My orgasm crashed over me violently, pussy gushing all over his tongue and chin as I shook and moaned his name like a prayer. He kept licking through every pulse, drawing it out until my legs trembled uncontrollably. But he was not done. Not even close. Marcus stood up, and I heard the rustle of clothes hitting the floor. I turned my head just in time to see his massive cock spring free. Thick, veined, and rock hard, the head already glistening with precum. It was bigger than his father's. Much bigger. My freshly orgasmed pussy clenched at the sight, another rush of wetness leaking down my thighs. He gripped my hips again, pulling me back until I was on all fours. The fat head of his cock nudged against my soaked entrance, rubbing up and down my slit, teasing my clit with every pass. "Tell me you want it," he demanded, voice rough. "Tell me you want your stepson's cock inside you." I was beyond shame now. My body burned for him. "Yes," I moaned, pushing back against him. "Fuck me, Marcus. Please fuck your stepmother's pussy." With one powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt. The stretch was incredible, almost painful in the best way as my walls gripped every inch of his thick shaft. We both groaned loudly at the sensation. He gave me only a moment to adjust before he started pounding me hard, hips slapping against my ass with wet, filthy sounds. Each deep stroke hit the end of me, making my tits swing heavily beneath me. "God, you're so fucking tight," he grunted, one hand fisting my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. "Taking my cock like you were made for it. Better than I ever imagined." The couch creaked beneath us as he fucked me relentlessly. I could feel another orgasm building fast, my pussy creaming all over his shaft, juices dripping down my thighs with every brutal thrust. He reached around and rubbed my clit, never slowing his pace. "Cum on my cock, Elena," he ordered. "I want to feel this married pussy squeezing me." I came again with a broken cry, walls pulsing wildly around his thrusting cock. My juices squirted out around him, soaking his balls and the couch beneath us. Marcus groaned loudly but kept fucking me through it, drawing out every wave until I was a shaking, whimpering mess. He suddenly pulled out, flipping me onto my back again. His cock, shiny with my cream, hovered over me as he stroked it slowly. His eyes were dark with lust and something deeper. Possession. But just as he positioned himself between my spread thighs to enter me again, we both froze at the sound of a car door slamming outside. My heart stopped. Headlights swept across the living room window. It was too early for Richard to be back. It had to be someone else. But the fear only made my pussy throb harder around nothing. Marcus looked down at me, his cock still rock hard and inches from my dripping entrance, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Think we should stop?" he whispered, already rubbing the head of his cock against my sensitive clit again. I knew what the right answer was. But with my body still buzzing from two powerful orgasms and his forbidden cock ready to claim me again, I could not bring myself to say it.
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