Is that my New stepson? (18+)

Reliving

My body is scorching, beads of sweat traces down my arms giving the feel of a million bugs crawling on me, my toes curl, hands fisting the sheets pulling and dragging as I toss and turn with my eyes closed letting out soft moans.

I'm inside my head.

My head takes me back to the night Isaac catches me in his room.

"What are you doing here" the deep sexy voice says causing me to jump and turn so abruptly, For someone who is in someone else room casually looking at his things in the dark my mind still tells me to hide the frame behind my back so my face can read the -it's not what it looks like- expression.

"I'm so sorry I wanted to come in and check on you I knocked but-

He closes the door behind him as he enters and .... Locks it?

"Ms Elizabeth it's ok this room is your room as well please get comfy" he says casually however I can't help but feel an uneasy feeling in his tone.

"Can I get that back?" He points to my stomach and I look down at it furrowing my brows I look back up to him with a confused look.

listen my brain gave up on me a long time ago and now I rely on common sense but even that is slowly fading since Isaac first spoke to me that day.

"Yes, I'm sorry please forgive me I stepped on it and just picked it up" I say quickly.

“It's alright ma'am" he says giving me a half smile a simple genuine gesture yet my heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, a strange glint in his eyes came and went quickly and I’m put on edge. I try to look away and ignore the strong cologne he has on as he gets closer to me, I hand him the photo frame faced down with shards still falling .

Hmm, I wonder what's the picture.

"Please excuse me for earlier your food truly was magnificent, my father and I Are a story that no one can figure out "As if by magic he pulls out a chair and sits it right beside the door; plops down, his legs spread wide leaning in, elbows on laps hands folded covering his mouth, though his eyes are only visible can I see the carnal hunger expression that’s hiding behind.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

His eyes look right though me,reading me, stripping me from head to toe . Slowly.

Dangerously slow. They are sending me a message the way they darken but I can't, he's my stepson. His eyes turn onyx when they trace up and down my body, I'm under the spotlight now, all eyes on me. Feeling my predicament is spot on I slowly back away trying to change the subject.

"So um ..I ... well" I struggle to find my words this cannot be anymore embarrassing.

"Your father talks about you a lot" I manage to lie.

"Really now?" He sings.

Did his voice just get deeper or was it just me? I don't even think he blinked yet has he? He hasn't looked away from me once.

"Yea whenever we're in bed or have time together" I let out a little laugh.

"Does he?" Like a snake slithering maliciously his movements were alike, Isaac slowly drops his hands and stands up slowly.

His height made the chair seem like a toy and if that’s the case I’ll look like a midget “Yea" I manage as my back meets the cool wall.

"How often does he talk about me?" He whispers in breaths getting closer; the strong cologne is heavenly as is dangerous, they are my indicator at the distance between us that just gets shorter and shorter Breaking my some what strong stance: Elegance and Ethereal. Regardless of the question he answered to my statement I can't help but feel that he truly doesn't care what his old man has to say.

"often" I squeak as his frame now covers my eyes from the light, Isaac is now in front me blocking my vision from everything around the room with his large physique, my head cranes so high up the back of my head almost touched my shoulders. Even up close he’s still so magnificent, I can see everything now, the cologne burning the hairs off my nostrils, I can’t look away.

Pink plump lips I want leaving marks all over me, stubbly sharp jaw line with a thick Adams apple, smooth blonde hair with dark brown roots at the top enhancing the intimidation of his dark green eyes. My heart by this point is melting along with my crumbling legs I’m a whole tower ready to collapse in his presence and I’ll gladly rebuild myself just to fall again.

Like father, like son.

As if I wasn't already short enough I could feel myself shrinking more in his presence height wasn't something I was blessed with, at 32 I was still only 5'6. Damn.

"I should go Isaac I just wanted to make sure you were ok" I try to look for a safe exit around his body.

"I'm better now that your here Ms Elizabeth" both arms trap me in at my shoulders. s**t. A part of me feels mocked, was he amused at my shortness?

"Isaac I-" he leans down to my ear to whisper. The men in this house will get scoliosis when they need to reach my ear if this continues

"what were you thinking about Ms Elizabeth?”his breath is so warm warming my inner canal my body reacts as the tingling in my ear flow through my bloodstream, like getting high off a drug. My eyes slowly close letting my body fall and embrace the tickling sensation that is making my p***y drip.

"when you were in bed earlier moaning my name what were you thinking about? " I’m off the drugs now, what did he say. My eyes widen when my mouth falls in shock my head snaps to his direction.

"what?" I silently screamed if it hadn’t been for the shocking humiliation I would have turned to melted butter, how daring I just became within seconds; our noses are inches away from each other.

"Yes Ms Elizabeth I heard you saying my name I went to go see whats wrong, but When I got there you were in bed naked saying my name while your hands were touching your body, I had to be a gentlemen and let you finish" he says it in a good boy voice but I can hear his actual intentions lurking deep in the tone of his, this boy could get away with whatever he wants if he were a villain. And whatever he was doing was working. The looks and the words I can feel my bones crumbling under his dominance and he knew it too.

He tests his limits when he brushed a loc off My shoulder, I didn’t realize my skin blazing until he touched my Skin with the same finger, the differences in our body temperature was bizarre. Easily giving away how we’re both reacting to this moment, isaac calm and collected, whilst I ; hot and needy.

He traces from my neck to my arm I shudder in response and He smirks at it triumphantly.

"Tell Me Ms Elizabeth what we're you imagining , where was it aching most on your body, and ..... "

"And" I whisper, my eyes watering from the electricity and heat within me.

"Tell me where to kiss it to make it better... is it the aching between your legs, your hard n*****s that I wanna take in my mouth, Those plump lips I've been dying to kiss all night? Or maybe it's that big beautiful ass of yours I've been dying to slap just to watch it ripple in my hands".

Each placed he described he touched.

"I fought with every fiber in me to not hop on that bed and take you, give it to you roughly, quenching that thirst your body was asking for I wanted to do unspeakable actions to your body" I feel something poking my abdomen I don't even need to look down to know what fate awaits me behind those pants off don’t get a grip.

So far he has proven to be just like his father: looks, masculinity and boldness. It's the younger version of my husband and if that's the case I won't be able to walk if I get in bed with him. I'm swung around now, my breast are squished against the wall with Isaac pressed behind me I let out a little moan when he got to my level and started grinding on my ass big hands tracing my body wet kisses on my nape until it reaches my cheeks and neck...

Oh God, I'm married to his father and here I am. But I won’t tell if he doesn’t.

"Oh Isaac , Oh Isaac" are all I can manage besides moans and panting.

"Yes Ms Elizabeth remember me next time say my name until I'm all you can remember when your body gets hungry ". He sent a slap to my ass repeatedly in return I only stretched further for Him, bringing my back into his Torso he snakes his arms around my dress, his hand slides in the middle of my from pulling my thong to the side. My head throws back on his Pec as an erotic cry came from me, so easily he found my c**t - cold fingers rub and pinch my c******s, the liquid oozing freely made him slip a few times and the teasing turned to massaging the wet aching c**t, other hand snakes up pushing my dress down lowering my bra cups in the process exposing my aching brown n*****s, my hands are planted on the wall far above my head almost as In a way to stay above water since I'm drowning in so much pleasure, I'm completely wrapped in the Man's strong embrace the way I wanted, the way I wanted him.

I love being manhandled, something about a man just unleashing his full strength at me in a pleasurable way makes me so happy. Jesus I have fallen so deep now, no going back.

tatted fingers roll my hard pebbles all while grinding hard on my ass. My eyes closed panting and moaning as I tilt my head to every angle giving him better access to my sweet spots.

"I've been dying to touch you since dinner, I wanted to bend you over the counter and f**k you so good , my d**k has been aching for you all night Ms Elizabeth" he grunts in my ear My moans are uncontrollable his grinding grew more urgent and his broken breaths sends electricity to my p***y I'm about to come when his phone rings brining me back to Earth.

To the person who called thank you and f**k you.

All movements stop, waiting to see if it'll ring again I'm delirious but still aware, as he is about To continue the ringing begins I hear him growl this time he pressed his whole body on to me kissing my cheek nearly squishing me

"You stay right there Ms Elizabeth" than the embrace disappeared giving me an opportunity to catch a breath, I feel so incomplete when he's gone.

"What's up" he says keeping his eyes on my messy state smirking at the mess he made of me I probably looked like Cinderella after her sisters tore her dress, I watch him as he watched me our eyes communicate as it tells each other to finish what was started the bulge in his pants look extremely uncomfortable and needs to be released , the massive outline tells me a monster awaits.

"I'll be right there" he hangs up comes back to help me straighten up doesn't say a word until he takes me in his arms bridal style to my room sits me down on the bed kneels on one knee in front of me. As if a child in trouble ready for a minor scolding.

"I've got business to attend to Ms Elizabeth I'll be back late so don't wait up on me alright" I nod thinking it's the end of the topic than he leans in "Your safe ... For now" my body melts and I'm my eyes twinkle he Stands up pulls out a ... key? He lays me down tuck me in kisses my forehead I watch him head out of my room closing my door I hear footsteps return to his room and before sleep took over I hear him locking his door.

the hell? . Before I can question sleep was embraced.