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Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation(4)

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Chapter 4: Filled With Sin

Richard’s footsteps grew louder on the porch. The jingle of his keys sounded like a death sentence. And yet Marcus kept me pinned on his cock, thick and throbbing deep inside my married pussy, refusing to let me climb off. My heart pounded so violently I felt dizzy. Panic flooded my veins, but my cunt only clenched tighter around him, milking his shaft with fresh waves of cream.

“Marcus, please,” I breathed, voice shaking. My thighs trembled around his hips. “He’s right there.”

Instead of pulling out, he thrust up hard, grinding the head of his cock against my cervix. A broken moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. He clamped a hand over my mouth, eyes locked on mine with pure dominant hunger.

“Then you’d better stay quiet while I fill you up,” he whispered darkly. “Or Dad’s going to walk in and see his wife creaming all over his son’s dick.”

The front door lock clicked. Richard cursed softly as he fumbled with it. In that split second Marcus lifted me slightly and slammed me back down, fucking me with short, powerful strokes while staying completely silent. The wet, squelching sounds of my soaked pussy were muffled only by the couch cushions and my own stifled whimpers. Every thrust sent jolts of unbearable pleasure through me. I was terrified, ashamed, and more aroused than I had ever been in my life.

Richard finally pushed the door open. I could see the hallway light spill into the foyer from the corner of my eye. Marcus never stopped. He bounced me on his cock in slow, deep movements, his free hand digging into my ass cheek to control the rhythm. My juices ran down his balls and soaked the couch beneath us. I bit his palm to keep from screaming as another orgasm threatened to rip through me.

“Honey? You still up?” Richard called out, voice tired from the long drive back for his charger. His footsteps moved toward the kitchen first.

Marcus took the opportunity. He flipped me onto my back on the couch, spread my legs obscenely wide, and drove back into me with one brutal thrust. The angle let him hit even deeper. My tits bounced heavily as he fucked me right there in the living room while his father moved around the house just yards away.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. The risk had broken something inside me. I no longer cared. I needed his cum. I needed to be ruined by my stepson.

“Harder,” I mouthed silently against his ear. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged. His hips snapped forward with raw power, pounding my dripping cunt with long, punishing strokes. The couch creaked dangerously. My pussy made filthy, wet noises around his thick shaft as he stretched me open again and again. He leaned down and sucked hard on my nipple, biting just enough to make my eyes roll back.

Richard’s footsteps approached the living room entrance. Marcus clamped his hand over my mouth again and fucked me even faster, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I came violently. My pussy spasmed and squirted hard around his cock, juices gushing out with every thrust, soaking his stomach and dripping onto the floor. My whole body shook uncontrollably as waves of forbidden pleasure crashed through me.

Marcus groaned quietly into my neck, hips stuttering. “Take it, Mom. Take every drop.”

He buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse painting my walls and filling me until I felt full and bloated with my stepson’s seed. He kept grinding deep, pushing his load as far inside me as possible while my cunt milked him for everything he had.

The moment seemed to stretch forever. Richard paused near the doorway, probably checking his phone. Then he turned and headed upstairs, muttering something about the charger in the bedroom.

Marcus stayed inside me long after his cock stopped twitching, slowly rocking his hips to stir his cum deep in my wrecked pussy. When we finally heard the bedroom door close upstairs, he pulled out with a wet pop. A thick river of his cum immediately leaked from my stretched hole, running down my ass and pooling on the couch.

I lay there panting, legs still spread, body covered in sweat and marked with his handprints. My pussy throbbed openly, red and swollen, pushing out more of his seed with every aftershock.

Marcus leaned over me, kissing me slow and deep, possessive. “This is just the beginning, Elena,” he murmured against my lips, sliding two fingers into my cum-filled cunt and stirring the mess. “For the next two weeks, every time Dad calls or texts, I’m going to be buried inside you. Filling you. Ruining you.”

I shivered at his words, another rush of wetness mixing with his cum. I knew I should feel guilty. I should stop this before it destroyed everything. But as I felt his warm load dripping out of me and his fingers pushing it back in, all I could do was pull him closer for another kiss.

We were damned now.

And I had never felt more alive.

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