MY BOYFRIEND'S STEPDAD 2

(MY BOYFRIEND'S STEPDAD 2)

JENNA

I turned away instantly, my cheeks flamed. Fuck! He's so hard and sturdy, look at those muscles.

Those muscles... "Jenna, really? Shit!" I cussed, and mentally scolded myself.

"You should put on a shirt, you know," I said, trying to sound calm.

"Why?"

His voice came from right behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

When did he move that close?

My pulse quickened. My heart thumped hard against my chest, as the warmth from his breath fanned against my bare neck. A flicker of fear and arousal jolted through me.

Christ. This is bad, I shouldn't feel this way.

"Are you scared of me? Come on, I don't bite." He continued, his voice thick.

"I—I can't look at you like that. I—"

"Really?" He chucked, then I felt him move away, just a bit.

"You don't have to pretend to be a saint In front of me, I know these things."

Pretend to be a saint?

My brows knitted, "What do you mean by that?" I turned to face him and found him dressed.

A knowing smirk carved his lips as he stared at me with those dark green, sin-like eyes. Like he was daring me to sin.

Bell’s mom must’ve been lucky. A man like him? He probably fucked her every night.

Hell, he might’ve fucked her to death.

“Jesus, Jenna,” I muttered to myself. You’re thinking about a dead woman?

But the image wouldn’t leave me — those muscles, that mouth. God.

"You live with a man, sweetheart. You both fuck and you see his nakedness everyday, don't you?"

Christ!

My breath caught in my throat at the rawness of his words. He seriously doesn't have filters?

His gaze was intently fixed on me. He was sizing me up. What could he be thinking? Fucking me senseless? Perhaps to death, like his late wife? Hell. Fucking. No!

"Yes, I do. But, Bell's my boyfriend and you're his STEPFATHER. There's a big difference."

He scoffed, then sank into the couch I laid earlier. "Well, you're gonna have to get used to it. I prefer being bare most of the time."

The hell?

"Yeah, he's probably insane." I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.

But, even as I looked away, I could still feel his gaze on me.

"Try getting along with him, for me, okay?" Fucking Bellamy Jace's words returned to me.

Fuck it. I can't do this!

Abstaining from sex for how fucking long, while trying to get along with my boyfriend's hot STEPFATHER?

Yet, I found myself fucking doing it.

I went to the couch opposite him and sat down. My fingers were cold, as I fumbled with the hem of my night gown. I was still in my night gown. It was transparent silk. He'd probably seen everything, no wonder he was watching me with those 'I want to fuck you' eyes.

"You probably haven't had anything yet, right? I can make you something." I offered, trying to ease the tension between us.

He corked his brows. "Running away?"

"Sorry?"

"I'd love to know your name, or do you prefer being called 'sweetheart'?"

"Jenna. My name is Jenna." I said sharply.

"Jenna." He muttered softly. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lip, as he seized me up for the nth time.

Heat pulsed through my spine as he said the name like he was trying to memorize it. Warmth pulled between my legs as I met his intense stare—hard and raw.

I couldn't stop the scene that played in my head—his cock pumping me, while he called my name like that and looked at me the same way.

Before I could stop myself, my gaze wandered and fell between his thighs, taking in the abundant outline of his cock.

Is that a bulge? Was he hard?

Fuck, Fuck, fuck!

"Jenna get a hold of yourself!"

I instantly withdrew my gaze. "I'd be right back." I muttered hurriedly, unable to meet his gaze—not after the sinful, raw and erotic scenes that I'd just imagined in my head.

I should be ashamed. He’s not just a hot, sexy man. He’s the stepfather of the one I’m supposed to love.

And yet, my body didn’t give a fuck.

"It's not like they're blood—related." I countered, heading upstairs like I was being chased.

That night, I barely slept. Every sound made me think he was coming down the hall. But the next morning, he acted like nothing happened—like he hadn’t caught me staring at him like I wanted to be bent over the nearest counter.

It was two days already, and trying to get along with Tyler, was seduction on a whole new level. Damn, he's a fuckin temptation.

Didn't Bell say it was easy? Bullshit!

I've tried as much as possible to steer clear of him, but that's impossible as fuck. Especially since it was just the two of us, inside this goddamn house. I always met him bare chested. Dripping wet from the shower. Wrapped in a towel that did nothing to hide the outline of his big cock. I couldn't stop imagining it inside me.

Apart from being a temptation, I've come to realize Tyler has a good personality. I can't call him a gentleman, because I know he'd be far from that in bed. He's one to fuck you senseless. It's written all over his body.

He's nice and can keep conversations. It's just me... It's just me, who's avoiding getting too close to him because of my unfiltered and sinful thoughts about him.

It was the month of July, the rain had been pouring too much lately. I woke up to the coldness of the weather and the emptiness inside me, yet again. But this morning, I was deeply horny.

I always slept naked, so, it was easier to pleasure myself.

I squeezed my nipples hard and reached for my pussy. My core was so slick with my arousal. I rubbed slow circles around my cleft, my swollen buds, extremely sensitive.

"Fuckkk!" Pleasure cursed through me, as I pushed two fingers inside me.

Tyler's face appeared in my head, yet again. I imagined him staring at me with those sinful eyes, while his cock thrusted in and out of my wetness. I imagined him cussing with pleasure while he shoved it deeper into me.

"Oh fuck me, Tyler,"

I imagined him hitting those sensitive spots as he pounded me, hard and fast.

"Oh god... Fuck, I'm cumming,"

My stomach clenched as my orgasm crashed over me, shattering my last restraint. My body convulsed, as I gave into it. it was like a tidal wave, but the moment it passed, I was empty again. Empty... and stupidly, still wanting him.

My breathing was a mess. I panted, trying to gather my thoughts, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Tyler??

My heart skipped. Please don’t be him.

But even as I thought it, my body whispered — please, let it be him.