Semua Bab Craving My Stepson: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Later, Scott paid the bill, and we walked out of the restaurant. I leaned my weight on Scott, trying to steady myself, but he was just as unsteady as I was, both of us warm with too many shots and too many feelings. Ace giggled behind us. “I swear, you two walk like newborn giraffes,” he slurred. Scott shot him a look over his shoulder. “I’m walking perfectly fine.” “You’re floating!” Ace pointed out. “Your feet aren’t even touching the floor.” Scott blinked down at his own feet, then snorted, “Well, I feel like I’m touching the floor.” Their drunken bickering made me laugh harder than I meant to. My stomach hurt. A few minutes later, a car rolled into the restaurant’s small, dimly lit parking lot. Two drivers stepped out. Scott had requested two drivers to come, so one of them would drive the car we came in. The first driver bowed slightly toward Scott. “Sir, I’m here to take you and ma’am home.” The second smiled tiredly at Ace. “And I’ll be taking the original vehicle back,

“Make me cum,” I begged. “Make your wife cum. Make me cum harder than Ace did.” I repeated, feeling the sensations building inside me. Scott doubled his efforts, tongue flicking relentlessly across my clits, lips sucking them rhythmically. Ace began switching between my tits, sucking one and then the other. They both watched my body tense up as my climax built. My breathing changed, getting faster and shallower. I moaned loudly and deeply as the orgasm hit. Waves of pleasure exploded within me, sending jolts of electricity to my limbs. I twitched and jerked while Scott and Ace kept pleasuring me. Tongues working on my clit and tits until the peak had passed, and I started to come down from my high. They slowed to a stop. Scott’s face emerged from my lap with his cheek and chin glistening from my pussy juices. He sat beside me and kissed me deeply. Then I turned to Ace and shared my juices with him as we kissed. He slid his hand over my thigh and up to my crotch, easily slipping a

“What do you mean by that wasn’t all, Ace?” I asked, trying to force a smile, but it only made him grin wider. I shoved him a little with his shoulder. “Come on, tell me,” I said. “What happened? What do you remember, Ace?” Still, no answer. Just his boyish grin was plastered all over his face. But that didn’t stop me from asking. I asked and asked and asked again. “What do you mean that wasn’t all?” I asked again for maybe the tenth time. Ace only laughed, rubbing his eyes with the back of his wrist. He looked exhausted, like he was hanging onto consciousness by a thread, yet somehow still mischievous, which was still himself. His laughter came out hoarse and tired, but undeniably amused. “Sabrina,” he groaned, dragging my name out like it was part complaint, part joke. “I swear, you women never give up, do you?” I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. “Ace. Tell me.” He kept laughing, but softly at first, then louder. Until he leaned forward slightly, one arm braced on

The day continued... as it should. Everyone went about the day like nothing happened last night—no, they did so like what happened wasn’t anything serious. Everyone except for Scott, whom we left to keep thinking what happened was only but a dream. Scott had gone out with his friends, claiming he needed fresh air and a break from the house, which I didn’t blame him for. After last night and the emotional whirlwind of the morning, a day out wasn’t the worst idea. What was the worst idea? Being stuck in this giant mansion with nothing to do. The staff moved around quietly, as they always did, cleaning surfaces that already sparkled, straightening pillows that were already aligned. The air-conditioning hummed softly. Somewhere in the hallway, a vacuum whirred. But for me? There was nothing. Nothing but boredom threatening to swallow me whole. So, naturally, I went to find Ace. I reached his door and knocked lightly. “Ace?” A muffled sound came from the other side, something betw

He sighed and freed my mouth from his palm. I opened my mouth to speak, but he smacked me across the face. “One word out of your cock sucking face hole, and you will regret being born,” he snarled. “Why won’t you just relax... calm down and enjoy this experience? It’ll make the whole thing less painful for you.” I tried to pull my arm from his grip, but Michael was too enraged. I looked petrified, but he didn’t care. He looked into my eyes and smiled cruelly. He then looked around and took out a small pair of scissors from his pocket. Wow... who would have thought? He really planned for this all of this. He began to cut off my clothes until I was left with my underwear. Still, he didn’t stop. He cut off my bra as my body whimpered. “Please don’t do this,” I whispered. He backhanded me across the face. “Speak again, and you will regret learning how to use that mouth for anything other than pleasuring a man.” A single tear formed and rolled down my cheek, but Michael bent down a