Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(31)

I start to stroke hard, my hand moving fast as I struggle to breathe. My  mind produces her imaginary moans, the grip I have on my cock turning  into her tight pussy. God, and to think she's somewhere in the house,  waiting for my father to get home!

Then, I hear the door to my room opening and my heart almost fucking explodes.

"I'm sorry to barge in," I hear Jocelyn say from the other side of the  bathroom door. "I just came to leave you a dry towel. I'll let it on  this side of the door."

"That's …  Thank you!" I say hurriedly, stroking faster than ever, the  sound of the running water luckily drowning out the sound of my  movements. "You didn't need to."

"Of course I did," she says very slowly, my cock spasming harder and  harder as the sound of her voice caresses my eardrums. "We're family  now."

"Family," I repeat after her, straining to get the word out as I press  my forehead against the wall, my cock pulsing viciously against my  fingers. I explode like that, the sound of her honeyed voice still  echoing in my mind as ropes of thick cum spurt from my dick.

I remain still, holding my spasming cock in my hand until I hear her  leave the room. Only then do I realize I was holding my breath as I  came, my fucking lungs aching to start working again.

Looking down at my hard cock, drops of cum still dripping down my shaft,  I can't help but feel buckets of fucking adrenaline coursing through me  as I fully accept what I've done; I fucking jerked off to my  stepmother.

It seems like this is going to be an interesting fucking summer, after all.





25





Jocelyn





Oh my God, hun. Don't look at me like that!

I can't believe the thoughts that have been running through my head.  Lance Anders is my stepson! But I swear I can't help but feel  irresistibly attracted to him. I mean, I had seen pictures of him, and I  knew how gorgeous he was …  But to see him in the flesh …  Now that's a  completely different thing. Ever since he walked in through the door, I  can't help thinking about those big arms. That deep chest. That flat and  sculpted stomach. Those abs I got the barest of peeks of.

And that bulge. Oh, my. Is that his …

No. It can't be.

It's so big.

Closing the door to my bedroom, I lay back down on top of the mattress,  sighing heavily as I stare at the ceiling. Michael is still in his  study, working as usual, as if nothing could ever disrupt his workaholic  routine-not even the return of his only son. He and Lance only traded a  few curt words over dinner, and I took it upon myself to make the  younger Anders feel welcome here. But I should be careful. If I don't  keep a cool head, I might do or say something stupid. It's not as easy  as it seems, though. Every time I'm close to him I feel my pulse  quickening, my eyes taking in his perfectly built body.

I've been without sex for far too long, that's what's going on with me.  And now I'm under the same roof with a young, sexy-as-sin man. That's an  explosive combination. But I need to think straight. Sure, I'm stuck in  an ice-cold marriage, but I still have a ring on my finger. And, of  course, that perfect man is not only my stepson, he's also far younger  than I am.

But, hell …  Is there any harm in just fantasizing for a while? I can let  my imagination run wild for a few minutes. What's the harm in it?

It feels perfect just laying here, my pussy growing wet as I let  thoughts of Lance flood my mind. I can't seem to stop thinking about  him... About taking off his shirt. About licking his nipple with my  tongue. He's at least a foot taller than me, towering over me with that  imposing frame of his. I'd love to stare up at his icy blue eyes as I  lick that amazing chest of his. As I run my hands down his abs. Those  chiseled and intense abs. I wonder how often he works out.

Lance has gone from wearing jeans in my head to now just wearing boxer  briefs. They're nice and tight, showing me a perfect outline of his  cock. It's thick and bulging, hanging between his legs and holding  promises of mind-numbing pleasure.

What is going on with me? I feel really hot and I'm flushed, my insides  clenching as desire courses through my veins. The warmth that was  permeating my nether regions has now spread all across my body, and  while it's not a bad feeling, it's not comfortable either. It demands  more …  It demands release.

I can't think straight. He's my stepson... But he's also so gorgeous. So hot.

I want to go down on my knees and take off those boxer briefs. God, I  bet that cock is enormous. I wonder what it would taste like. I wonder  if it would fit in my mouth.

My mind is thrashing about as I picture running my tongue along Lance's  shaft, but he stops me. He's got big, strong hands, and he lifts me up  and puts me down on the bed. He lifts me like a feather, the muscles in  his arms coiling as he moves.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I give up. There's no use in trying to  control myself right now. Breathing hard, I move my hand down and over  my tiny nightgown, reaching between my thighs with just my fingertips.  There's one last moment of hesitation, but then I slide my fingers under  the fabric of my black lace thong. A shiver goes up my spine as I press  down on my clit, rubbing it in hurried circles as I picture Lance's  naked body, his cock pointing upward as it pulses with desire for me.

With my free hand, I squeeze my right breast, caressing my hard nipple  and pinching it gently between my thumb and index finger. I keep doing  it until I feel my body boiling, imagining that my hands are Lance's.

I can't feel my toes. I mean, I can feel them-as in I know they  exist-but I'm feeling tingly all over. I know if I keep this up I'm  going to cum soon. There are three points of absolute bliss in my body.  My nipples and my pussy. I feel like leaving my tongue hanging out and  drooling. Just letting the pleasure wash over me. This feels so good. It  might be wrong, yes, but I deserve this. If my own husband won't take  care of me, I have to do something about it …  Even if I'm using my  stepson to fuel my fantasies.

Oh my God. A wave of pleasure goes through my body and I involuntarily  shake all over. I'm shuddering and alternating between this nice warm  feeling and an earthquake of ecstasy that's gripping me. My limbs feel  heavy, and even breathing is starting to feel like a hard task. I feel  like just giving up. I should really stop thinking.

I think it's only been a few minutes, but when I look at the clock next  to me, I realize that the ability to figure out how much time has passed  is beyond me at this point. All I can think about is Lance pushing his  cock into me. In and out. Thrusting with his long, thick, hard, cock.  All I want is to feel his enormous length deep inside me. Filling me up.

God, what am I doing? Am I really touching myself while thinking of  Lance, my own stepson? He is part of my family now! This is wrong …   Completely wrong. But that's what makes it feel so good. Oh my God. So  good.

I imagine myself going on all fours, Lance pushing his cock inside of me  as I moan, and I realize I need to go harder. I slide my fingers  further down, pushing them past my pussy lips and sliding two of them  deep inside of me, my imagination turning them into Lance's shaft.

My entire body shakes; waves of pleasure cascade through my brain, my  eyes roll up in my head. It's a sweet delicious pain, one that blends  with relentless pleasure. It feels so good, so right …  Oh, God, I can  barely believe what I'm feeling.         

     



 

I'm going to come soon. I know it. I'm trembling and I'm thrashing. My  legs have a mind of their own and my fingers are feeling the folds of my  pussy. I readjust my fingers and move my hand to bring my thumb over my  clit.

And then I explode.

Pleasure rips through my body and I arch my back, moaning hard through  my gritted teeth while I try to be as quiet as possible. I don't even  know what I'm doing anymore. I've forgotten everything. I can't feel my  body, I can't feel my face. I've left my body. Waves of sweet ecstasy  clear my head of everything. I can't remember who I am. All I can do is  revel in the seizure that has gripped my entire body. But it doesn't  stop there. There's no way to come down.

Tears are coming from my eyes at the agonizing pleasure that's coursing  from my pussy. My nipples feel like they're burning in the most  delicious fire. I can't breathe. My back is still arched, my body coiled  like a spring.

My clit is throbbing, sending waves of delight up my spine. I push my  fingers a little deeper, scared at what's going to happen. Just the  slightest push.

FUCK! OH, FUCK!

My eyes are closed, but I see stars explode. It's like my brain has shut  down completely. I don't even know what I'm doing at this point. My  entire body is on fire. My soul is on fire. My spine is tingling and  shuddering and every single nerve in my legs, my throat, my hands, my  face, my breasts, and my thighs is tingling with electricity. I'm  crackling. I'm lightning. I might as well be dead.

I don't know how, but I manage to keep breathing as wave after wave of  electricity rushes through my skin. I'm shaking and trembling and  moaning and I don't know what's happening. All I know is that I might  not come out of this river of sweet pleasure alive. I might be lost in  it.