I hate my mum. I really do.And I hate her husband even more. After refusing his sick advances, he lied to my mother about me coming on to him.The fuck?Why would I want him? Aside from the fact that he’s my step father, he’s bald headed and has an awful breath with stomach hanging lower than his dick. Don’t forget he had a few teeth missing as well and the few left were browned with tobacco and whatever he snuffs. He had money, so that would explain why Mum was into him. We were very poor before she got married to him, but for her to kick me out, it’s more than that.Thank heavens I had Kai, my best friend.After explaining everything on the phone to him, he immediately booked me a ride to his place. His girlfriend, Tammy was a very thoughtful person.Not every girl would be comfortable with this but she personally insisted on the phone I come over. I rang the doorbell once and the door flung open. “Come in, Ivy,” Kai said.It was a two-room apartment so he led me to the free ro
He didn’t give me time to adjust before pounding into my pussy, the sound of his groin slapping against my ass made my toes curl. “Fuck,” he groaned, gripping my hips tighter, pounding into my pussy like he owned it. “Reid…” I cried, my voice trembling. “Relax, Elena. You can take it.” I whimpered a string of nonsense, too far gone to speak clearly. He fucked me harder, deeper, his cock dragging along every sensitive inch inside me.. He spanked my ass softly. “More… harder.” He spanked me again, harder. My walls clenched and unclenched around him and it seemed to drive him crazy. I felt him buckling behind me and knew he was close. “Fuck… me… harder…” I screamed. He snapped his hips again and again, and then with a growl, he buried himself deep and came inside me, his cock throbbing as his hot cum spilled inside. He didn’t stop moving until my body locked up and I screamed again, my orgasm rushing through me like fire. “Oh my god, Reid,” I moaned, collapsing
I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me. I still loved Marcus but I knew we no longer had a future together. I would never forgive cheating. So I let Reid touch me just for tonight. It was only fair considering my husband was currently touching his wife. “Should we be doing this?” I asked. “I think we both deserve this. But we can stop right now,” Reid said. After a second I kissed him again. Fuck Marcus! Reid picked me up and placed me on top of the counter. He took off my dress leaving me in my bra and underwear. I took off his shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it over his head. He took off his pants and briefs too, standing naked with his big dick in view. His hand moved to rub my pussy over my panties and I gasped. Without another word, he unhooked my bra and took my nipples into his mouth. My back arched and he pulled me closer. “Reid… mmm,” I moaned. He moved between my legs and pushed my panties to the side as he flicked my clit with his tongue, on
Reid opened the door and took his order from the pizza guy before turning his attention back to me.He picked up the phone, watched the video and studied it the card photo for a beat. Then stood up straighter, like something settled inside him. “I’ve had a feeling,” he said. “I never did. I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t want to believe it. I should have confronted them but it will only make it too real.”Reid set the phone down slowly, like he was afraid of breaking something.“I asked her last month if she was happy,” he said, almost like he was speaking to himself. “She said yes. Smiled at me like I was crazy for asking. Said she had everything she wanted.”I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. I just watched him.He moved to the counter, picked up the pizza box, then set it back down without opening it.“So what now?” he asked. “We both know. We have proof. Is that supposed to help?”“No,” I whispered. “But it makes it real.”He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like
I wasn’t looking for anything. I also didn’t have that sick, suspicious itch that women in bad marriages describe. No offense. This is not a jab. I wasn’t insecure or paranoid. He kissed me goodbye in the mornings, held doors open for me, and still sent Just Because flowers. We had date night every Friday, and he made dinner on Thursdays. So when I opened his wallet to pay for the sushi delivery, I wasn’t hunting for anything. But a small neat white card fell out. Mirage Heights Boutique Hotel Gold Status – Exclusive Member I blinked. We didn’t go to hotels in the city. We had a house with a balcony and a fucking garden. Our vacations were in villas, not “boutique getaways” with free robes and mirrored ceilings. I turned the card over. His name was embossed in silver. Marcus walked into the kitchen with a towel-draped, hair wet from the shower, smelling like peppermint and confidence. “Thanks, baby,” he said, taking his wallet with a kiss. I smiled and swallowed the lum
His cock stayed buried inside me, thick and impossibly deep. I could barely breathe. My leg trembled where he’d propped it up on the counter, and his palm was still pressed tightly over my mouth.“Quiet,” he murmured again, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Be a good girl.”My moan was muffled into his hand as he pulled back and drove in again, slow and ruthless. The stretch. The pressure. The fullness. I could barely take it.I clenched around him, my pussy fluttering as heat rushed down my spine.His thrusts were deep and steady, angled just right to hit that perfect spot. I could hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, the soft slap of wetness between us. I was soaked and dripping. My pussy suctioned around his cock with every slow grind.“Feel that?” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “That’s how badly you wanted me. You’re soaked for this.”I whimpered.Another thrust. Deeper. Harder.My hands gripped the edge of the bathroom counter like it was the only thing anch