My Ex-Stepdaddy Took My Virginity 3.

Adrian’s eyes stayed locked on mine, that filthy smirk still playing on his cum-smeared lips. He turned his head slightly toward the young man still sprawled on the bed.

“Leave us,” Adrian said, his voice low and commanding.

“He’s your stepson. And you’re ditching me for him?” The guy hesitated.

“Now.”

The guy looked between us, confused for a second, then quickly pulled up his pants and grabbed his shirt. He didn’t say a word as he slipped past me and out the door.

It clicked shut, leaving me alone with my stepdaddy.

Suddenly finding the courage to speak again, I stepped fully into the room, my fists clenched tight.

“You disgusting piece of shit. All this time you’ve been coming home tired, lying about meetings, while you’re out here sucking dick behind Mom’s back? You’re a fucking cheater. A liar. She trusted you. She loved you. And you’ve been wasting her time and your money on this nasty shit?”

The words poured out of me, hot and angry. I kept going, listing every late night, every excuse, and every time he made her wait up for him.

My voice got louder with every sentence.

Adrian stood up slowly from his knees. Before I could finish, he closed the distance in two big steps. His hand shot out and grabbed my neck, pushing me hard against the door.

The back of my head hit the metal with a thud. A gasp escaped my lips. His grip was firm, not choking, but enough to pin me there. His body pressed close, still smelling like sex and sweat.

“Are you really mad, Kai?” he asked, his voice rough and amused. “Or are you just envious that it wasn’t your cock I was sucking tonight?”

I swallowed hard against his palm. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears.

Adrian leaned in closer, his breath hot on my face.

“I know you saved my pictures on your phone. The ones from the beach last summer. I know how you look at me when you think I’m not watching. You’ve been fantasizing about me, stepson. All that anger is just denial. You don’t care about protecting your mother. You just want to fuck me instead.”

My face burned. Then I shoved at his chest hard, trying to push him away.

His free hand reached down and palmed the front of my jeans, right over my still-hard cock.

I jerked back.

“Don’t touch me!” I snapped.

Adrian smirked wider and let go, stepping back a little. “Every man wants a taste of me, Kai. Including you. You’ll be back. Begging for it.”

“No,” I said, my voice shaking. “I’m going home right now to tell Mom everything.”

Adrian threw his head back and laughed deeply. Then he started stripping. He pulled the tight black shirt over his head, revealing his broad, muscled chest and thick arms. His abs flexed as he tossed the shirt aside.

“What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back.

Next came the baggy jeans, sliding down his powerful thighs. He kicked them off along with his shoes.

He stood there completely naked.

My eyes widened.

Adrian’s cock laid between his powerful legs, thick even when soft, with a slight curve upward and massive balls underneath. It was much bigger than the guy he had just sucked. The head was fat and flushed as veins ran along the shaft.

I couldn’t stop staring. My own cock throbbed painfully in my jeans, leaking more liquid into my underwear. My balls felt tight and full. Heat rushed through my entire body.

I was rock hard, and he could clearly see the outline.

“What… what the fuck are you doing?” I finally managed to say something again, my voice cracking.

Adrian stepped closer, his naked body on full display. “I’m doing exactly what you’ve always wanted, Kai.”

“You’re manipulating me,” I said, but my eyes kept dropping to his cock.

“I’m only helping you discover your real sexual status,” he replied smoothly.

His hand wrapped around his thick cock and started stroking it slowly, long lazy pulls from base to tip. The shaft grew harder in his fist, thickening and rising until it pointed straight at me, the head shiny with a bead of precum.

“I don’t have any interest in men,” I protested.

Adrian chuckled, still stroking. Then he opened his mouth and dropped a mouthful of saliva onto his cock. He stroked it and the wet sound of his hand moving over his cock filled the small room.

“That’s why you’ve never kissed a girl. Never dated one. That’s why you’ve been sneaking around to watch me in the shower for months.”

I froze.

He knew?

My whole plan had backfired completely.

Adrian kept stroking, his big hand moving a little faster now. The steamy air between us felt thicker. His cock was fully hard, the head swollen and leaking.

“And now you have no evidence to give your mother. Even if you did, she wouldn’t care.”

“What do you mean she wouldn’t care, Cheater?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“We’re already divorced, Kai. We’ve been staying together only because… of you.”

My heart almost stopped beating.

He squeezed the base of his cock, making the head flare. “Looks like your mother has a lot to tell you about how she came begging at a gay man’s feet just so you wouldn’t go hungry.”

My stomach twisted, but my cock stayed painfully hard.

“Isn’t it time you repay the favor?” Adrian asked, his voice dropping lower as he gave himself another slow, deliberate stroke.

The room felt hotter.

My breathing went ragged.

I hated how much I couldn’t look away from his naked body, from that thick cock in his hand, from the way he looked at me like I was already repaying the favor he mentioned.

I ain’t gonna repay any favor.

I stumbled backward until my back slammed against the door. My hand fumbled for the handle but I couldn’t make myself turn it. Adrian stood there completely naked, his thick cock still rock hard in his fist. He was still stroking it slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You can run, Kai,” he said, his voice low and confident. “But you won’t stay away for long. We both know that.”