Once Upon A Steamy Night With My Stepson

One sinful night

Chapter 4

Alice

‘George, get your ass to the house. Now!’ The text message read, and I could literally feel the anger burning from each word.

His lips stopped midway on my neck, and I could already feel him hard against my thigh.

I stopped and flashed a glance at him, noticing the scowl on his face.

“Aren't you going to answer that?” I whispered, my voice already shredded.

He looked straight into my eyes, his gaze dark and wild. “f**k him.” He growled, tossing the phone out of the bed with one soft push. “The only thing I'm answering tonight is you.”

His lips claimed mine once again, his strong hands pinning my wrists to the mattress… rendering me completely helpless beneath him.

His palms slid down to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my hardening n*****s with deliberate, teasing strokes until a raw, helpless moan tore from my lips and melted into the kiss.

A wave of heat rushed through me, and I wrapped my hands around the sheets as I felt myself getting drenched just from the way he touched me.

I wanted more.

At this point, I couldn't think of anything else but him. My entire body throbbed with an ache to have him deep inside me, his c**k filling every part of me… like he was the only thing keeping me sane right now.

My thighs shook slightly as he leaned down and peeled my dress off my frame. I laid back on the bed, naked before him… my eyes burning with want.

Before I could speak, his fingers slid down and dived right under my soaked panties. He groaned, his lips crashing into mine again as he slid one thick finger into my dripping p***y.

“Ugh… you’re so f*****g tight,” he growled, his voice low and thick with hunger. He leaned in, his lips brushing the edge of my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “You asked for this, Alice. Now I’m going to f**k you so hard until you’re crying for mercy.”

In that heated moment, he slid in another finger, pulsing fast and deep inside me. A loud gasp escaped my throat as I rocked against his hand, tears stinging my eyes from the gush of pleasure.

“Now, I want you to spread those legs wide.” He rasped, his voice dark and dangerous, his mouth already hovering just above my thigh. “I'm going to lick you so clean until you're crying and begging me to stop.”

I didn't even think to refuse at this point. My whole body yearned to have him now, and it felt like I was being controlled by his charm.

I parted my legs swiftly, my hips lifting towards him in shameless desperation.

Then he gave a low smirk that made me crave him even more. “Good girl.” He whispered and dropped to his knees.

He slid my panties down without warning, burying his face between my thighs. His tongue found my clits instantly… teasing and sucking aggressively, while his fingers f****d me deeper.

My knees wobbled, and I grabbed his hair, sobbing quietly as the orgasm ripped through me. I came hard, gushing over his tongue, my thighs clamping his head while I screamed.

He stood slowly, a satisfied grin dancing on his lips as his gaze caught mine. Then he lowered his gaze and unfastened his belts, letting his pants slide down his legs and fall at his feet with a soft hush.

My eyes widened as I caught sight of his massive, rock-hard c**k… already throbbing intensely beneath him.

I had barely caught my breath when he pushed me back on the bed, his fingers trailing the sides of my neck.

He climbed over me, his knees parting my thighs wider, the blunt head of his c**k nudging my slick entrance. He pinned both my wrists above my head again with one hand, the other guiding himself in.

One brutal thrust and he buried every thick inch of his c**k deep inside me. My back arched off the mattress, a sharp cry ripping from my throat as he stretched me open, filling me completely until my vision blurred.

“f**k, Alice,” he snarled, pulling back only to slam in again, harder. The bedframe creaked loudly against the wall with each punishing stroke.

He f****d me hard and merciless… so hard that a loud, desperate moan tore from my lips, seizing my breath. Our skin slammed against each other, the wet sounds filling the quiet room.

Each thrust drove the air from my lungs, leaving me breathless on the bed.

I couldn’t speak… I couldn’t think either.

I just laid back still, feeling his c**k drag along every sensitive spot inside me, the tension building so fast my legs shook uncontrollably.

He didn’t reduce his pace. Instead, he f****d me harder through it, his lips nibbling across my neck.

His hand slid down across my hips, grabbing my ass and tilting me so he could go even deeper. My legs trembled violently now, barely able to stay wrapped around his waist.

“Hang on, baby.” He rasped, his voice raw with hunger.

He thrust even deeper, pounding so hard until he finally released, his c*m dripping warm as he pulled out.

My vision blurred slowly as he climbed off me and laid on the other side of the bed.

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The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, burning the corner of my eyes.

My whole body trembled as I sat up, my head pounding like an unending drum.

I slammed a hand to my forehead as the ache got even more intense, drawing back memories of last night.

My thighs felt sticky and brutally bruised, my legs swollen and sore… like he was still inside me. Shame engulfed me when I remembered how deep he had thrusted inside me, how hard he had slammed and how I had begged for more even when tears were streaming down my face.

I turned, my hand slowly reaching to the other side of the bed, checking for him. But there was nothing… just empty sheets and a cold silence that made my heart race.

The bed was empty and cold. There was no sign of him. There was no sign of his clothes hanging around either… he had left.

My heart dropped as the realization pierced through me like a dagger.

I couldn't even picture his face clearly now. All I could remember from last night were those hungry eyes and succulent lips… a stranger who made me scream all night.

I slid out of bed quickly, my legs trembling with each step I took. My dress lay in a heap on the floor, reminding me just how much of a mess I had been last night.

I crawled towards it… naked, still feeling the mark of his fingerprints on my skin.

I was just about to pick up the dress on the floor when I saw it… a shiny black credit card, with a small white note next to it.

I picked it up with trembling fingers, my eyes scanning through the note carefully.

‘Alice, last night was a mistake that should have never happened. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier. Thomas Brooks is my dad, and that makes you… my stepmom. I know I'm disgusting, and I also know that you hate me now, but I'm really sorry. Take this card and get whatever you want. Take it as a means of compensation for my stupid act. Yours sincerely, George Brooks.’

My stomach twisted in knots, my eyes spinning with disbelief.

George?

Thomas's son?

The stepson I never met… had licked me, stretched me, filled me until I cried and came hard all over him.

No. It couldn't be true. The thought of it alone now made me sick. It was difficult to believe I had just been f****d so hard by my own stepson.

I dropped the note like it was poison, and the card fell too.

The realization hit me like a slap.

I grabbed my dress quickly and slipped into it, letting my hair fall freely down my back.

I pulled a hoodie on, letting the cap low over my face so no one could see the shame burning between my cheeks.

Then I picked up my duffel bag and raced down the stairs in a blur.

I had no idea where I was going yet... but I knew I had to leave here before anyone found me in this state.