The wedding was still on.
The ceremony was drawing close.
His ring was on Amanda’s finger still.
And I was stuck.
Sadness washed over my soul, bones limp with exhaustion.
But there was nothing to be done, except to try and find my old self.
So I hauled myself up the steps to the library. You can study, came the voice in my mind dully. You’ve always been able to lose yourself in words.
But this time, I knew that books wouldn’t be my reprieve. Not anymore. That was the old me, and those good times were over.
But I had to try. So at my favorite desk, I dropped my backpack on the floor next to my chair, and tried to read up about eighteenth century poets.
It was no use. The words swam before my eyes, blurring into tiny ants that wavered across the page. I’d read something and immediately forget it, my mind wandering to the alpha male once more.
Goddammit! The voice in my head screamed. Save yourself! Do something!
But I couldn’t. I was hopelessly in love, and the impossibility of the situation wrenched my soul.
So I packed up my books, head bowed, hands like zombies. At least there was one thing I could do still. Something for me and me only.
Because I have a dirty secret.
I’ve been saving Jake’s cum.
It’s wrong, it’s disgusting, it’s absolutely whorish.
But every time I’m with him, I come home filled with goopy white. It’s sticky, warm and reassuring, dripping from my bottom. And I’ve been saving it.
After that first time together, my hands moved like they were in dream, like they didn’t belong to me.
It was an out-of-body experience, watching myself take the glass bowl from the kitchen cabinet and then squatting over it to squeeze Jake's cum out of my ass.
Oh god, I’d almost orgasmed again, his hot white running down my thighs, a sticky trail dripping slowly into the innocent bowl.
But now, seven times we've had sex, and seven times I've milked my anus of his sperm.
Like I said, I’m a new person now. I don’t even recognize myself, it’s so wrong. I should be embarrassed.
But I’m not.
Because that glass bowl’s there, and now that I’ve lost everything, I want to do something with it.
I’m not sure what it’s gonna be.
But I’m gonna go home and look at it, contemplate the virile liquid beckoning to me from inside.
Because my mom and Jake are getting married this weekend, and maybe my lucky glass bowl is the last I’ll ever have of him. Maybe it’s my last reminder, my last token, my last taste, my last touch.
The realization made my chest clench, but my strides became faster, more determined on the sidewalk. Because yes, if that glass bowl of semen is all I’ll ever have of my stepfather going forwards, then I’m going to treasure it. This tiny bit, these virile remains of Jake’s masculinity are all mine … even if they have to last me the rest of my life.
CHAPTER NINE
Lacey
Thoughts crashed in my mind as I walked home, head down. What was I gonna do with Jake’s semen? All sorts of nasty thoughts swirled.
Drink it?
Smooth it into my pussy?
Push it into my ass?
The visualizations made me shiver, insides clenching hungrily. Because I’m a whore now, and I can’t get enough. Whatever the big man gives, I’ll take.
But when I got to the door of my dorm, the light was on. Immediately, my soul fell. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to contemplate his sperm by myself, to dip my fingers into the goopy white and reminisce, making myself feel better in privacy.
So what was this? Why had my roommates decided to stay home? It was Saturday night, and those girls are always out. Morose, I fumbled with my keys to unlock the door.
But my feet skidded to a halt.
Because he was here.
Sitting on the couch like nothing was wrong.
That huge, hulking form draped on the dorm sofa, blue eyes bright as he gazed at me.
I stammered.
"Ja-Jake? What are you doing here?" I closed the door numbly, too shocked to do anything else.
He tucked his phone away in his jacket pocket and shrugged.
"Thinking of you. Missing you. Nuthin’ wrong with missing your best girl, right?" Those azure eyes glimmered, filled with something, what I’m not sure.
And my heart almost broke then because those were the words I wanted to hear, but so much more as well. Because we couldn’t. It was forbidden.
"You can’t be here," came my slow words, putting my backpack down by the door. “Please leave, Jake. Please."
But he was a guy who was used to giving orders, not taking them. A slow smile crossed his face, blue eyes knowing. Casual and relaxed, the alpha leaned back into the couch, a male animal at ease.
“Says who?” came that lazy drawl. “This is a free country.”
Oh God. My heart thumped. Why didn’t he ever listen?
But my clit was already throbbing, the lips of my slit wet and ready to play. If only he'd put his cock there, it’d feel so good. It’d solve all my problems.
But no. That was wrong. That was magical thinking. Nothing would be solved by more sex with this man. In fact, the opposite. Things would be even worse. He should go and leave me in peace. Let me go back to being the boring college virgin who didn't crave him all the time, horny and unable to concentrate. After all, this was insane. I shouldn't still want him. It was too dangerous. Oh god, oh god. Why did my whole life suddenly revolve around this man, like Earth spinning around the sun, whirling non-stop?
But Jake could read my thoughts.
“Princess, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. You know that,” he growled. “I can’t deny there’s something between us. What it is, I don’t know. But I don’t want to deny it anymore.”
And my heart broke. Because this was his first admission that there was something deeper between us, something that was far more than the physical.
But my brain kicked into high gear then. Save yourself! it screamed. He’s getting married to your mom! You can still get out!
So I decided to carry out my diabolical plan.
Oh my god, it was so wrong. But at this point, there was no choice. Because something had sprung to mind, and I was determined to go through with it.
So taking a deep breath, I walked farther into the living room. "If you care about me like you say you do, Jake, then you’ll do something for me."
No hesitation whatsoever from the big man.
"I'll do anything for you, princess," came the glib words. "You should know that already." And the way his voice rumbled so deep and sure, undeniably masculine and confident, made my knees weak.
"Are you sure about that?” I asked slowly. “You'd do anything?"
Another deep chuckle.
"I'm not a guy who says things he doesn't mean, princess." He leaned forward on the couch, elbows braced on his knees, those bright blue eyes glued to my form. “I said I'd do anything you want to prove how much I care for you, and I mean anything. Trust me, baby girl,” he rasped. “I’m a powerful man, so those words mean a lot.”
All of me shivered with his words. But I needed to put out that fire and put it out fast if I was going to come through this thing with my sanity intact. If it wasn’t too late already. So twisting my hands together, I took another step towards the kitchen.
Was I really going to do this?
Was I really going to test him?
And Jake watched me with tense energy, even if he was completely still on the couch. Those blue eyes moved over me like warm hands, making me heat from the inside out. But I had to do this. I had to test him.
Breathing unevenly, I made my way to the kitchen, opening the fridge.
“You gonna get me a snack honey?” the big man drawled from the sofa. “Because I’m not hungry. Or I am hungry, but only for one thing.”
I whipped around to look at him. But for once, I was the one in charge. Slowly, I leaned forwards and lifted the glass bowl, foiled and wrapped.
And smiling to myself, I put it on the counter, removing the aluminum with a crackle. Taking a deep breath, the words slipped sweetly from my mouth.
"If you really care for me like you say, you’ll drink this.”
Holy shit, was this really gonna happen? Was I really going to test the alpha?
But it was true.
Because surely this was so gross that it’d drive him away forever. And then I’d be free.
Surely, he’d smack the bowl from my hand, sperm flying everywhere, and I’d have my answer.
And Jake laughed at first, not realizing what was in front of him.
“Honey, I’d swallow an elephant if that made you happy,” he growled. “No biggie, I’ve eaten insects, even brains before. No big deal.”
My stomach churned at the revolting admission. But it was too late, in for a penny, in for a pound.
So I smiled again sweetly, approaching him with the bowl of cum.
“No Daddy,” came my whisper. “I have something different for you. A different kind of good.”
And this time, the alpha saw what was inside. His eyebrows just about lifted off that forehead, blue eyes going bright and then gazing at me with new appreciation.
What in the world?
He was supposed to be disgusted, to think I was some batshit crazy harpy.
But instead, the alpha let out a low growl from deep inside his chest.
"You are such a dirty, dirty girl," came that rumble. "So much nastier than I could have ever guessed." His thighs stirred against the couch cushions and forced my gaze to his crotch.
Holy shit, the man was getting hard!
Wait, this wasn't part of my plan. I thought he’d see the jizz in the fridge and be so freaked out he'd beat feet, never to see me again. Or something like that.
But no. Jake sat there with his dick enlarging as I watched, those strong arms spread along the back of the couch, like nothing was wrong. Bullshit.
I was serious.
Dead serious about the man proving himself.
So my hands trembled around the cold bowl of cum, and I took a deep breath, determined to stand my ground and hold firm. Once he knew I was serious, then he would walk out of my dorm, out of my life, and never look back.
But the big man took me by surprise again. Because standing suddenly, the billionaire loomed over me.
I jerked, surprised, making him laugh.
“Easy pretty lady,” the big man growled hoarsely, blue eyes still gleaming. “Just taking my jacket off. Because princess, where do you want to do it?"
Oh my god, he was actually going through with this? He was actually going to go along with this nasty plan?
Alarms blared in my head, screaming, “Abort, abort!”
But it was too late. Water was already rushing over the sides of the boat, and my words came tumbling out in a stammer.
"Umm … is out here okay? My roommates will be gone all night." Immediately, I cursed myself. Why did I have to sound like a babbling schoolgirl again? Why couldn’t I sound cool and collected?
But a knowing smile slid over that masculine face.
“Sure, if that’s what you want,” he shrugged. “But on one condition.”
I bit my lip, paralyzed by the big man. Oh god, I always do whatever he wants.
And grinning once more, the big man made his demand.
"You have to get naked while I drink."
I stared at him, blinking in confusion.
“I’m sorry?" was my dazed reply. “I’m sorry?”
The alpha was completely unfazed, showing those pearly whites again.
"You heard me, princess. Drinking is your rule. Getting naked is mine. Tit for tat, all’s fair, right?”
He undid the top two buttons of his shirt, like he was giving a nice show and tell of what he wanted me to do. But then his expression grew serious.
“I want to see you naked while I down that special blend you saved." Jake rolled his shoulders, like he was warming up. Everything about him screamed alpha. Man in charge.
I stammered again, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was an incoherent, “Unnnh….”
Because how did this happen? I was supposed to be the one in control. I was supposed to be the one calling the shots, but instead, I was helpless, caught in my own tangled web.
Oh god.
And before I knew it, my head was nodding, the words slipping from my lips.
"We should go to my room then,” came my whisper.
Jake nodded, pleased.
"Lead the way, little lady," he drawled. “Lead the way.”
And as if in a trance, I walked slowly towards my bedroom, that massive form trailing me, making my skin prickle. Oh god, oh god. I was in way over my head. Because ever since I asked him to drink his own cum, his dick had stiffened, hard and alert. But he wasn’t embarrassed. In fact, the alpha was hella turned on, rarin’ to go.
Would he really do it? Was this really happening? Unbiddden, my pussy loosened and gushed at the thought.
Because yes, it was happening.
My dirty dream was coming true.
I was going to watch the nasty, and love every second of it.
Slowly, I put the bowl on the nightstand and with trembling fingers, took off my clothes. It’s strange, but this was the first time that I was completely naked in front of him, and it made me feel oddly vulnerable.
Blushing, I covered my breasts, but the big Double D’s wouldn’t stay put, escaping my tiny fists.
Jake’s gaze ran over my form, trailing like fire.
"Your body is perfect, sweetheart," came his raspy growl. “Absolutely perfect.”
We stared at one another in the small space, unable to look away. But finally, he broke that contact, a lazy grin covering his face once more.
"You ready, princess?" gesturing to the bowl of cum.
My jaw dropped. He was still going to go along with this? I thought it was all a ploy to get me into the privacy of my bedroom.
But no, Jake was completely serious, so I nodded silently, eyes wide. Silently, I picked up the bowl and handed it to him, before dropping limply onto the side of my bed to watch.
And with no hesitation whatsoever, Jake did it. Legs braced wide like a conqueror, the alpha took the bowl from my trembling hands and brought it to his smiling lips. My breath choked when he actually took a sip. And then another, before lifting those blue eyes to mine.
“It’s good,” he rasped. “Real good since this is the cum that’s been in your ass.”
I gasped. Holy shit! Holy shit! Brain freeze, complete shock.
But the alpha wanted even more.
“Sweet thing, this is grade A tasty. But it’d be even better warmed up. I like hot food, not cold.”
My mouth gaped open then, nipples going tight as another flood of wetness rushed between my legs.
"What...what do you mean by warmed up?" Disbelief held me frozen on the edge of the bed. Asking about a microwave seemed stupid. Did he mean the oven? No, it couldn’t be.
But the billionaire just smiled again.
"Get on your hands and knees, baby. I'll show you."
I just stared at him. This was nuts. What the hell?
"Come on, sweetheart. Tut tut. I already did as you asked. Now it’s time for you to do something for me.”
Oh my god, oh my god. I shouldn’t, but by now, juices were leaking in a steady stream between my legs, darkening the coverlet beneath my bottom. Jake saw, eyes gleaming once more, mouth stretched into a smile.
“Come on pretty girl,” he rasped. “I’m not gonna ask again.”
And after another look at his bulge, I turned around embarrassingly quick. Hands and knees flat on the bed, my head went down, ass lifting in the air. A cool breeze from the A/C brushed between my legs and over my steaming cunt. My asshole tig
htened and released, eager to have him.
Complete silence for a moment. My head turned, wondering what was wrong. But the answer was obvious. Because a growl burst from the billionaire then.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” came the words. “So fucking beautiful.”
Before I could answer, the big man was on me, fingers sliding down my crack to caress and tease my hole. "And this rosebud here is the tightest and freshest I've ever had." He pushed a thumb into my bottom, a dry burn that made me moan involuntarily. "So nice. You're ready for my cock, aren't you? You thought this game was gonna go the way you wanted, didn’t you? Too bad, because I’ve got my own agenda too.”
And something cold touched my back then, making me yelp, goose bumps rising. But it was the glass bowl. Jake had brushed the cold material against my skin, making me jump.
"That’s right, princess. I don’t like my meals cold, and you served me something straight from the fridge. So we’re gonna warm it up, whaddya say? Right here, in this pretty little butt.”
And oh god, but he dipped his fingers into the goopy white then, lifting them out. They looked like they were covered in super glue, and then his digits probed between my ass cheeks, touching my sweetest spot.
Oh god! This was so wrong! But it was too late.
Because cold wetness landed on my hole and I gasped. But there was more. Jake began pushing the cum inside me, circling my anus each time before sliding into my butt and scooping more and more of the cum inside. It was so nasty, and yet so good. I shouldn’t want it, and yet I desperately did.
Moaning, my body moved of its own volition. That’s right, I relaxed my butt, the better to let him get inside.
“That’s right,” the big man chuckled hoarsely. “We’re gonna put this right back where it belongs.”
And oh fuck, but it was so right. His cum belongs in me. It belongs everywhere in my body, smeared in my skin, coating all my private parts. And unable to help myself, I leaned back into his hand, accepting it all.
“Yes Daddy,” came my breathless pant. “Yes, like that.”
His answering growl was the only reply, those male eyes fixed hard on the dirty deed.
“Fuck, your butt is swallowing it up,” came the raspy rumble. “Fuck your anus wants it bad.”
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