Hard Bastard(176)

“I love that pussy and that ass,” he continued, fucking my face. “I love how tight you are and how you blush when I talk dirty. I love that you take my cock without complaining.”

I began to work him with my hand, jerking him off as he fucked my mouth. He groaned as I began to suck him hard, working his length, my tongue rolling around. I tried to slide his cock into my throat but couldn’t, could barely fit him.

I worked him like that, letting him thrust as I sucked him. I felt him grab my tits as his cock continued to move in and out of my lips.

“Fuck, girl,” he groaned. “You want me to come in that pretty mouth?”

“Yes,” I said, gasping, as I pulled my head back.

“I want you to swallow every drop.”

I went back to work, sucking him hard, and he groaned. I could tell he was close, as his whole body tensed.

“Fuck, Alexa, suck that cock,” he grunted.

And then he came. His salty cum filled my mouth, and I continued sucking as he shot deep into my throat. I swallowed every bit, just like he had asked me to, and never stopped once. His whole body tensed and stiffened as he grunted, his cock shooting his hot cum deep into my mouth.

Finally, he finished, and I licked every inch of his heavy dick clean.

“Shit,” he gasped. “That was fucking incredible.”

He pulled me up against him and kissed my mouth roughly.

“You’ve been thinking about that since I got home, haven’t you?” he asked.

“Not at all,” I lied.

“There you go, lying to me again.”

I laughed as I sat up and put my dress back on.

“We should go,” I said.

“Guess so.”

I stood up, my pussy still soaked, my body still aching for him. I knew that if I stayed in that room any longer, then I’d beg for him to fuck me. I knew that if I let him get hard again, I’d be gone.

He reluctantly pulled his shorts back on and stood.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I said to him, smiling.

“About what?”

“I still want that divorce.”

He laughed, pulling me against him. “We’ll see.” He kissed me deeply, and my head was a maze, spinning all across the room.



We got home late. I had no clue what I was doing, letting my stepbrother, my husband, get me off like that. Worse, I didn’t know why I needed to suck his cock. I was a little embarrassed about it, but excited, too. I didn’t know what it meant, or where it was going, but I couldn’t wait for more.

Because he made me feel good, oh so fucking good, so good it should be wrong. And of course it was wrong, which I was trying very hard to ignore.

“Quiet,” I said to him. “Our parents are asleep.”

“Who cares?” he grunted in my ear. “It’s not like they know what we were doing earlier.”

“Are you home for good now?” I asked, ignoring his comment. We were standing outside our bedroom doors in the dark.

“Maybe. Haven’t decided.”

“What’s holding you back?”

“Not sure.”

His hands wrapped around my hips and pulled me against him.

“Not here,” I said, opening my bedroom door.

He grinned as he followed me inside. I could already feel him undressing me again. I couldn’t let him stay over, not with our parents home, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted him so fucking badly. I turned back to him and looked at his hard body and his delicious smile as he shut the door and locked it.

I knew what that meant.

He crossed the room and grabbed me, pulling me against him. I knew where this was going, too, and wanted it so badly. I was practically burning for him, a rough yearning deep between my legs, crawling in agonizingly slow waves up along my spine. He kissed me and I kissed him back.

Together, we tumbled into the bed.

But something stopped me. Something was crinkling under my back, uncomfortable. “What’s that?” I asked him.

“What?” he grunted.

I shifted my body. “There’s something under me.”

I reached under my back and pulled out a manila envelope.

“What is it?” he asked, kissing my neck.

“I don’t know,” I said softly. “It has my name on it.”

“Alexa” was written in sharpie along the front in a hand I didn’t recognize. It was addressed to our house and had postage, so the staff had probably placed it on my pillow.

“Open it later,” he said.

But something compelled me to ignore him. I tore open the end and reached inside. I felt something glossy and smooth and pulled out what I realized were large photographs.

What I saw there nearly gave me a heart attack.

“Cole,” I said.

He stopped kissing me and sat up, hearing the panic in my voice. “What’s wrong?” he said seriously.