Craved By My Stepfather And His Son

Wishes

Chapter 9

Elena Adams

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When I got back into my room, I shut the door and leaned against it. Damien practically laughed to my face when I told him that it was a mistake that would never happen again.

I told him to stay the hell away from me.

And the worst part was that I wasn’t even sure if I wanted him to listen.

I’d found myself in a complicated situation. I needed to find a way to leave his house before I ruined my mom’s marriage.

He was right.

I knew who he was and I was still thinking about him—craving him. That was so wrong.

The memory of his hands on my skin, the way he f****d me like he owned every inch of me, refused to fade.

God. What was wrong with me?

I already felt wet and horny.

I made my way to the bed and grabbed my small bag. I rummaged through it, trying to find my vibrator. I needed some sort of release or I was going to lose my mind.

When I found it, I let out a relieved sigh.

I climbed onto the bed, my heart hammering.

I took off my shorts and panties quickly, then I rested my back on the bed frame. The cool air hit my already soaked p***y and I shivered.

God. I was dripping because of him.

The same man I was meant to stay away from. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I couldn’t stop wishing to have another taste of him.

Letting out a deep exhale, I closed my eyes and let the memories flood in. I thought about everything that happened between us while we were having s*x.

Then I turned on the vibrator and pressed it against my swollen c**t.

“Ah…” The soft buzz sent an instant jolt through me.

I pictured his face as I circled the toy slowly. My hips rolled on their own, chasing the pleasure.

The vibrator glided so easily because I was so wet.

“f**k,” I whispered, biting my lip.

But it wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I needed him.

I pushed the vibrator lower and slid it inside me, gasping at the stretch. In my mind, it was Damien’s thick c**k forcing its way in, claiming me again.

“Damien,” His name slipped out in a broken moan before I could stop it.

I thrust the toy deeper, imagining his hips slamming against mine, his hands wrapped around my throat just tight enough to make me dizzy.

“Faster, harder… oh yes,” I continued as I continued to move my waist, trying to match the rhythm of the toy. “Damien… oh god. Yes.”

My voice was getting louder.

I turned the vibrator up and f****d myself harder, legs spread wide, and back arching off the bed.

My free hand slipped under my shirt to pinch my n****e, pretending it was his teeth.

Fuck.

It felt so good.

“You’re so f*****g wrong for me,” I whimpered to the empty room.

I didn’t stop.

My p***y clenched around the vibrator.

I was getting close.

I could almost hear his deep mocking voice in my head. ‘Look at you. Moaning my name like a needy little slut while you f**k yourself. Can’t even stay away, can you?’

The thought pushed me closer to the edge.

“Damien, f**k… please…” I moaned louder, my voice trembling.

The pressure built fast and brutally.

My toes curled as I pressed the vibrator harder against my c**t while driving it in and out.

The sheets were already soaked.

“I’m gonna come, baby. I’m coming!”

The orgasm crashed over me so violently that I had to toss the vibrator away immediately.

I shoved my face into my pillow to muffle my cry. I kept moaning his name into the fabric, over and over, until the pleasure finally faded and left me shaking.

For a few seconds, I didn’t feel guilty. I just felt satisfied.

I stared at the ceiling.

This was bad. I was so much deeper than I thought. How could a man whom I just met make me feel so trapped and drawn to him?

What was wrong with him?

And the worst part? I wanted to do it again.

“f**k,” I muttered to myself.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Wait, I didn’t lock the door? I thought to myself.

My throat tightened as someone walked inside the room. I reached out to my blanket immediately to cover my body.

I blinked when I saw it was Damien.

He closed the door and leaned against the door with his arms crossed.

“This is a big but quiet house, Elena,” he said calmly, but I didn’t miss the mischievous smirk that plastered across his face.

My heart skipped a beat.

Did he hear me moaning his name? Did he hear me touching myself? I had f****d up. Nobody was meant to hear that.

“I just came to check up on you.”

My face flushed with embarrassment.

“Thank you, I’m good,” I said quietly. “You can leave now.”

His eyes roamed through me.

Then I realized he was staring at something specific.

The vibrator.

I had forgotten to turn it off and it was just lying open on my bed. I reached for it and turned it off, then I threw it under the blanket.

Damien laughed and walked over to my bed.

Why the hell was he coming closer? I told him that I was good. He was meant to go back to wherever the hell he came from.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice slightly cracked.

“I want to make your wish come true.”

A low breath escaped my lips.

“What wish?”

“Are you really going to pretend like you have no idea what I am talking about?” His voice was rough, and his question made my p***y soak itself all over again.

I cleared my throat. “Please, leave my room,” I said firmly. But he didn’t move. He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire and hunger.

I clutched my blanket tightly.

What the hell was about to happen?