It must be a popular perfume or some shit for women this summer. I hope she wears it tonight when I get a better whiff of her scent, shoving my face between her legs, owning the pussy I should've had all morning.#p#分页标题#e#
“And this...well, it's not much yet, but I know how much you love to keep things simple.” I shake my head as mom shoves the door several steps away from rich girl's room wide open.
Really? She just had to put us next to each other like we're both high school kids?
Sometimes I wonder if the crap she did at all her parties scrambled up her brain forever. It's like she still sees me as a punk ass fifteen year old kid. Not a man who's in the most elite ranks his country has to offer, a man who's killed, bled, and suffered.
I've done it all, and I know I'll end up doing it again, because I can't imagine anything less than a hard, fulfilling life. I see what happens when people get lazy, complacent, and spoiled – they end up like mom, acting out their fuckups and waiting for the next underpaid butler to wipe their asses.
I walk in and take a look around. The dark cherry furniture is simple enough, a dresser, chair, and small desk. There's a big, Victorian looking bed with tall posts that almost make me laugh.
Mainly because I'm thinking about using my belt to bind my next conquest to one post, grabbing her ass, and giving her the fucking of her life.
The bed looks like it belongs in some cheesy romance flick. I want to defile it even more.
Truth is, I don't want a goddamned thing from mom or my new stepdad, much less this ridiculous antique bed.
“Well? It's awesome, isn't it?” Mom already has disappointment in her eyes by the time I turn around.
“It's all right.” The old Chris would've told her exactly how fucking stupid it is, but I'm determined not to rock the boat, anything to get me outta this castle and into Delia's pussy sooner. “We going downstairs to meet the others, or what? I don't have a lot of time.”
Her face tightens up, but she doesn't say anything. Just turns around and leads me back out. I follow her downstairs and she leads me down a long corridor, where I can see early evening light streaming in.
I see sugar daddy first, slouched in a leather chair with his phone. He takes one look at me and jumps to his feet, a tall, slender, graying man with spectacles. Too classy and flabby compared to every other husband I've seen mom burn through.
“Christopher, I'm Bruce Burr, and it's an honor to finally have you here.” He smiles big and takes my hand.
I squeeze it harder than I should, wondering how many jobs this bastard axed with those fingers, typing on his bullshit. The airline industry's a damned joke in this country. I went through BUD/S training listening to several guys talk about how their mechanic dads getting laid off nearly ruined them in their teens.
“Good to meet you,” I tell him, chewing into my tongue the entire time. “Is dinner ready yet?”
He laughs – way too cheery for my liking. “My, Evie told me you're a hungry young man. Yes, I believe it should all be laid out in the dining room soon. But first, I'd like you to meet my daughter. Cordelia! Don't be shy, come over here and meet your new stepbrother.”
I stop dead in my tracks before I turn around.
Cordelia? Delia? No fucking way.
He steps aside and points toward the sofa. It's a huge room, and she's sitting awkwardly on it, staring at me like she's about to lose her damned mind.
I'm not sure what hits first. The shot of adrenaline in my chest, or the lust ripping through my dick. I don't know whether to laugh or scream or just put my fist through the hand crafted wood lining one wall.
Any ordinary man would've had a heart attack on the spot. Thank fuck for Navy discipline. Instead, I step away from Bruce and walk toward her, grinning though the shock like it's nothing.#p#分页标题#e#
“Delia! Hot damn, you're cuter than I expected. It's so good to finally meet you.” I hold out a hand to her.
She's staring like a deer in headlights, sitting on the couch. Her father clears his throat, reminding her to stand the hell up and meet her new stepbro like a good girl.
If only he knew how crudely I'd taken her and made her come in her panties last night.
A handshake or a hug ought to be nothing after what we started on the beach. Still, she bolts up shakily, takes my hand weakly.
It's hot and clammy. I want to shake her fingers, move them lower, make them tighten around my dick.
“It's really, uh, good to meet you too.” That little tremor in her voice reminds me of the sound.
My dick springs up and I throw one arm around her back, jerking her close. From behind, I know it'll look like a friendly hug to our parents. Up close, it's almost the exact way I pinned her against the wall with my hands down her pants, forcing her to come so hard she nearly screamed.