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Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation(3)
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Chapter 3: Risk and Ruin The headlights cut through the living room like a warning from hell itself, freezing us in place. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my swollen clit, everywhere. Marcus was still kneeling between my spread thighs, his thick cock glistening with my cream, the head nudging insistently against my dripping entrance. One push and he would be back inside me, buried to the balls in his stepmother’s married pussy. “Marcus, wait,” I whispered frantically, but my body betrayed every word. My hips lifted slightly, rubbing my slick folds along his shaft, coating him with fresh wetness. He smirked down at me, dark eyes gleaming with pure wickedness. “You want me to stop now? After you just came all over your stepson’s cock like a desperate slut?” Before I could answer, the sound of footsteps approached the front door. Not Richard. Thank God. It was probably our neighbor, Mr. Harlan, returning something or checking on the house like he sometimes did when Richard was away. The footsteps paused. Keys jingled. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, aching to be filled again. Marcus didn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion he grabbed my hips and drove into me to the hilt. I bit down hard on my lip to stifle the loud moan that tried to escape as he stretched me wide open again. The fullness was overwhelming, his thick cock forcing my walls apart while the risk of discovery made everything ten times more intense. He started fucking me with deep, controlled strokes, slow enough to stay quiet but hard enough that my tits bounced with every thrust. The wet sounds of my soaked pussy taking his cock were unmistakable. Each time he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapped against my ass, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. “Quiet, Elena,” he breathed against my ear, one hand covering my mouth. “Unless you want Mr. Harlan to know what a filthy stepmother you really are.” His words sent a fresh gush of cream down his shaft. I moaned into his palm, nodding desperately as he picked up speed. The couch creaked softly beneath us. Outside, Mr. Harlan knocked twice on the door. Marcus froze balls-deep inside me, grinding his hips in slow circles so his cock stirred my insides without making noise. I was losing my mind. My pussy fluttered and squeezed around him, begging for more. When the knocking stopped and footsteps finally retreated, Marcus let out a low growl and unleashed himself completely. He pulled out, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and slammed back in from behind. This angle let him go even deeper. I buried my face in the couch cushion to muffle my cries as he pounded me mercilessly, one hand fisting my hair and the other slapping my ass hard enough to sting. “Fuck, this pussy was made for me,” he groaned, hips snapping forward. “So much wetter than I dreamed. You’re creaming all over my cock, Mom.” The word “Mom” coming from him while he destroyed my cunt sent me spiraling. Shame and twisted arousal mixed until I could not tell them apart. I pushed back against him like an animal in heat, meeting every brutal thrust, loving the way his thick shaft dragged along my walls and battered my cervix. Marcus reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough. My third orgasm hit me like a freight train. My pussy spasmed wildly, squirting around his pounding cock and soaking his thighs, the couch, everything beneath us. I shook violently, moaning his name into the cushion while my juices kept flowing. He did not let me recover. He pulled out again, sat on the couch, and yanked me on top of him, impaling me on his cock in one smooth drop. I rode him hard, hands braced on his broad chest, tits bouncing in his face as I fucked myself on my stepson’s massive dick. He sucked and bit my nipples, hands gripping my ass and spreading my cheeks as I bounced faster. “You’re going to take my cum,” he growled against my breast. “I’m going to fill this married pussy until it’s dripping down your thighs for days.” “Yes,” I gasped, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every downward thrust. “Cum inside me, Marcus. Fill your stepmother up.” He groaned loudly and thrust up hard, meeting my movements. Our bodies slapped together wetly, sweat and pussy juice mixing between us. I felt another climax building fast, my walls tightening around his throbbing cock. Just as I was about to cum again, bright headlights swept across the window once more. This time a car engine cut off right in the driveway. A door slammed. Richard’s voice carried faintly from outside. “Forgot my damn charger…” Marcus’s eyes met mine, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, pulsing dangerously close to exploding. My pussy clenched around him in pure panic and overwhelming lust. We were both seconds away from shattering, but my husband was walking toward the front door. Marcus grinned, dark and dangerous, gripping my hips tighter so I could not pull off his cock.
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