“It’s yours,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist. “My p***y belongs to you, Alex. f**k me. Please f**k me.”
He started moving then — slow, deep thrusts at first, letting me feel every inch as he pulled almost all the way out and sank back in. The couch creaked beneath us with each stroke. Gradually his pace increased, becoming harder, more possessive. One hand wrapped around my throat — not squeezing hard, just holding me in place with gentle pressure while he f****d me.
“Look at me while I take you,” he growled, eyes locked on mine. “I want to watch you come on your stepfather’s cock.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. The taboo reality of what we were doing — me, spread open on his office couch, losing my virginity to my mother’s husband — only made everything m
