My pussy tightened even more around him, pulsing over and over again. He continued to tease my clit, and I grasped the bedsheets in my fists even harder, the pressure starting to rise once more. He bucked his hips hard against me, and I moaned softly.
“Please.” My voice was barely a whisper.
He groaned against my ear and stilled inside of me. My entire body was filled with ecstasy, shaking and trembling and pulsing. And when I finally came down from that high, from all my secret little hopes, my eyes widened.
Oh my God.
After years of cursing him out and hating him, I let Jace Harbor fuck me.
And I liked it.
I squirmed in his hands, trying to break out of his strong hold, but he just wrapped his arms around me tighter to hold me in place and pushed his cock deeper inside of me, making sure all his cum stayed in there.
I shouldn’t have liked it. I should’ve hated it. I hate him.
My tits bounced against his arms as I struggled against him. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my bare back, and his arms … they felt so good around me, holding me to him like he always used to do.
I shook my head. What the hell was I thinking? I don’t like this. I don’t like this. I don’t like this. I repeated the words to myself, as if saying them over and over would get me to actually believe them.
Only when he finished did he pull out of me and let me collapse onto the bed. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs, staring down at my creamed pussy under my skirt. “Jace,” I whispered, brows furrowed together. “I can’t believe that we just … that you just …”
“Came inside of you?” he asked, watching my pussy gush out some of his cum.
He glanced from my pussy to my face, the smirk never disappearing but his eyes softening just a bit. He paused, and I looked down at his lips, his oh-so-soft lips.
I wanted him to crawl up into my bed with me and tell me that he was sorry for everything that happened between us, that he didn’t mean any of it, that it was all just some sort of mistake.
But instead of doing any of that, he took one last look at me, crawled off the bed, and grabbed his jeans. “I don’t know about you, Allie, but I think we’re going to have a long two weeks ahead of us.”
“Mom and Dad are coming home today,” I said.
Jace placed his phone down on the coffee table and appeared at the kitchen door, giving me those dangerously sultry eyes. Sauntering over to me, he trapped me between the kitchen island and him and chuckled down at me. “If you think that’s going to stop me from coming inside you today, you’re wrong,” he said, drawing his fingers against the front of my skirt.
He cupped the mound of my pussy in his hand and rested his fingers right over my wetness. I tensed at his possessive, dominant touch and bit my lip, glancing up at him through my glasses. Jace had been so careful these past few days not to touch me in any way that I didn’t want.
But now, I wanted it. More than anything.
“You don’t want them to find out that my stepbrother has been touching me, do you?” I innocently asked him, batting my lashes. It would drive him crazy, absolutely insane, just how I loved him.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, making me yelp, and pulled my head back. “I do what I want with you, Allie,” he murmured against my neck. “You should know this by now. They won’t find out about us, and you won’t tell them.”
“And if I do?”
“Then, you’d be the slut I always thought you were. Telling everyone that your own stepbrother fucks you to sleep every night. That you enjoy watching his cum spill out of this tight”-he rubbed his fingers over my clit-“little”-harder-“pussy.”
I grasped his hand to yank him off.
“Let go,” he said.
Almost immediately, I dropped my hand as my nipples hardened under my shirt.
“Take off your shirt. Let me see your tits.”
“No,” I said, giving him my most defiant look. “I don’t want-”
After he captured both my nipples between his fingers and squeezed harshly, I yelped out and gripped his wrists. Yet he tugged on them even harder and pulled them in the direction of the floor. I stumbled onto the hardwood floor and landed on my hands and knees.
“That’s what I like to see,” Jace said, crouching in front of me and still squeezing my nipples.
“Please, let go,” I pleaded.
“Are you going to take off your shirt?”
After a few moments, I nodded. When he released me, I rubbed them gently and then pulled my shirt over my head, my tits bouncing out of it. Jace unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock, and smacked it right across my cheek.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded.
I sat back on my knees as my skirt rode up my legs. He slapped his cock against my cheek again, making me flinch.