UNHOLY DESIRES WITH MY STEPBROTHER

Episode3

Chapter Three

CINDY CRUZ POV

I screamed out when he plunged deeper into my wet p***y. It was so hard to take him in because he was so rough with me and considering it was my first time, it hurt me a lot. But truth be told, I love the pain. I love that I was getting f****d by the sexiest-looking guy I have ever laid my eyes on. Tears rolled out of my eyes and he used his thumb to wipe my tears away and he kissed my lips. He was sweating profusely. We were both sweating because we were having fun. His intense gaze on me when he was thrusting into me made everything even better.

I kept thinking about what we were having until he decided to increase the pace.

"f**k!" I cursed out and he dipped his finger in my mouth telling me to suck his finger. I did it. I obeyed him because I wanted to. I lost concentration. I couldn't think properly anymore. His thrusts were long, deep, and disastrous. It was like he was tearing my p***y apart with his long strokes. I tapped his chest for him to slow down but he ignored me completely. He continued banging so hard into me that I forgot to breathe. I couldn't breathe well because of the intense s*x we were having.

"Take it, for me. Yes, yes, fuck." He moaned out so loud that I moaned too.

The most prominent thing in the room was the sound of his c**k pounding so hard in my p***y. I held the bedspread for support. I didn't think we were safe the moment the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall with each stroke of his c**k. I was scared that if I didn't stop him, I would end up nursing a sutured private part.

"Take it easy... please."

"You,"

"Should,"

"Have thought of that before leading me on. I will finish what you started." He moaned.

He pulled out and released on my thighs and he saw the blood stain. I couldn't say anything because I was tired. Too tired to talk. I just needed to rest. To at least regain back my strength. Within some minutes, I slept off.

**

I woke up because of the rays of the sunlight peeking through the curtains. I rolled all over the bed and when I remembered what happened last night, I sat up immediately. I looked around to the other side of the bed but didn't find the hot guy. Was he in the bathroom? I climbed out of the bed hoping to go look for him but as I was about to take a step, I fell on my butt. s**t! I cursed under my breath. It hurts but the pain I felt on my butt wasn't compared to the one I was feeling in between my thighs. I lost my virginity to the hot guy. You are such a bad b***h, Cee-c.

I struggled to stand on my feet but then realization struck me so hard. No! No! No! I can't forget ever. I can't. No way, no way. Today is my mother's wedding. She is remarrying today. Oh goodness! What have I done? What have I done? I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past nine. f**k! I ran across the room picking up my things and putting them on. Jesus Christ! I was already late. Gosh!

I grabbed my phone and found thirty missed calls on it. Not only missed calls but over ten unread messages. My mum is going to kill me. Where was I going to tell her I went to, huh? I bolted out of the room and rushed downstairs despite the pain I was feeling.

There was no doubt that guy left me. I don't even know his name. This is crazy.

I boarded a taxi home. During the ride home, I was having different thoughts. Different thoughts were running through my mind. My heart was beating so fast because I was scared of what my mum might say to me. She was going to be so mad at me for sure. Today is a big day for her and the last thing I want to do is to ruin her happiness. I want her to be happy. Ever since my father has left us for another family, she has been so sad. She took care of me all by herself, nurtured me, and worked her ass off just to be able to send me to school. It won't be fair if I repay her with this.

"We are here, ma'am." The driver said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I didn't even notice that the car had stopped.

I nodded and paid the T-fare.

"Thank you, Mister." I thanked him and stepped out of the car. I waited for a while looking at the doorstep. What would she think of me now? This house is owned by my father and I was thankful that he didn't chase us out of it. He left it for us or else we would have been out there on the street probably sleeping at the roadside.

"Where have you been?" I asked the second I stepped inside the living room. I looked around noticing we weren't the only ones here. The makeup artist, hair stylist, and some other people were there. They excused us.

"I...I am worried mum. I-"

"You what?" She cut me off. I knew I was already in trouble.

"Where have you been all night? Where did you go?" She asked, staring at me. She saw the way I was dressed and merely looking at her face, I knew she didn't like it. I knew she hated the way I was looking. I was about to start explaining myself but I wasn't going to tell her the truth though. She stopped me from explaining.

"Don't even start with me, this morning. Just go and get dressed. We will save the talk for later. I don't want you to ruin my happy day." She demanded. I didn't argue with her. I went upstairs to my room and took a fresh bath. My gown was already ready. It was lying pretty on the bed waiting for me to wear it. I eventually put the green, glittering gown on. It fits me so perfectly. It accentuated my curves in the right places. The makeup artist did my makeup and the hair stylist did me good. I picked up my purse and I was ready for the wedding.

We were going to the church first, then the reception next.