by Alexis Angel
In fact I came in here fully expecting to end this shit.
But she was ready. She was waiting for me to do that. And she pounced.
Try telling someone you’re trying to end the marriage and be nice about it, okay Gorgeous? Especially when they’re the single largest shareholder in your company after you.
It’s not easy.
But my cock doesn't know that. It feels a pair of hands squeezing and massaging it and it's an instinctual response.
Lorna rubs her open palm on the head of my cock as her eyes open wide.
"Jesus Christ, Mason," she whispers throatily. "You're so huge."
Yes, we already fucking know this. 12 fucking inches of pussy pleasing power when the average in the United States for adult men is 5.5 inches. I'm double the man as the national average.
It has Lorna openly salivating. She's breathing heavy.
"I can't wait to see what this cock is going to do to me," she says.
Doesn't she know that her daughter is somewhere in the house?
It grates me enough that I fucking mention it.
"You don't want to close the door even, at least?" I ask, and immediately wonder if she's going to take my question as an acceptance to fuck.
But Lorna, being the selfish person that she is, only shrugs. "And tear myself away from this magnificent cock?" she asks. I sigh. "I'm just saying that as her mother..."
That's when Lorna's face snaps back to reality from whatever deluded lust game she was in.
"I'm not her mother!" she snaps at me. "Her loser of a father brought her into the marriage. He was a widower. When he went off to join his poor wife in the afterlife, it was a tax credit to claim her as my dependent," Lorna explains to me.
There's a fucking ferocity to her that momentarily stuns me.
And is it me, or did you just hear a gasp from outside the door?
Holy fucking Christ, is that Becca?
Does Becca not know about...
"Does Becca know?" I ask Lorna, flexing my abs to sit up a bit more.
Lorna shrugs. "I let her think whatever she wants," she says to me. "It usually helps me if she thinks of me as her real mother."
That's fucking it.
If there was ever any way that I had thought that this evil woman in her short skirt trying to rub herself on my body would get me to succumb—any iota in my brain that was even tempted by that body—it's gone now.
"Get the fuck off of me," I snarl at her and push myself off the chair I was sitting in.
I flex my muscles and stand up; my only thought is to get out of this house.
Lorna goes to move, but apparently she's not fast enough because by the time I'm standing she's still on me, and once I get off the chair, she's sliding, falling ungraciously in a heap on the floor.
"I'm never going to fucking touch you, woman," I spit at her, not just my mortal fucking enemy but the woman who on her own destroyed Becca's childhood. "I suggest you stop trying."
That's all I have to fucking say to her. I start walking out of the living room.
Her voice stops me for a moment. "Don't think this is over, Mason," she says to me, much more bitterly and spiteful than the purring she was doing a few moments ago. "Don't ever think you can get rid of me so easily."
I pause as I let her continue without turning back. "Your company is going to be mine if you don't do what I say," she hisses like a fucking witch. "And if you think you'll be able to stay away from me after that, you've got another thing coming."
Fuck her.
“I haven’t finished hunting you down, dear,” she says as I exit. “You will be mine. I swear it.”
I walk out the living room and through the foyer of the condo.
I know I should have stopped and seen after Becca, but I need to clear my fucking head.
A part of me is thinking of going back up once the elevator doors open and let me out into the building lobby, but I realize that my temples are still throbbing with anger.
No, I need to calm the fuck down first.
I mean, there's a lot of things women can do. They can be sweet, innocent, and naive. Hell, they can be sexy if they want to and I won't judge. They can even be slutty, and sometimes the sluttier the fucking better.
But there's a fucking line between wanting to have sex because you enjoy the human contact and appreciate the fucking beauty in people, and wanting to have sex because you're a selfish leech that's looking to satisfy your own dark fucking desires for power and control.
No, there's nothing fucking sexual about Lorna. She's more a nympho than a slut.
That's the realization I have as I get into the cab. I tell the cabbie to take me to midtown to the Kane Price offices.
There's one thing I need to do before I get home and try finding Becca.
I head into my office and pick up the phone.
I can't tell you yet who I'm talking to, because there's a chance that if Lorna finds out, she'll try to stop me.
"It's me," I say into the receiver.
Don't worry. The one person who was expecting my call knows my voice. They know who I am if I tell them it's me. They stay silent as well.
"Lorna's probably going to go to war," I speak into the phone. "I want to be fucking ready in case she does."
Again silence. But that only means that they understand. Asking for a vote of no confidence will mean war. It has the potential to tear the company in two. I'm going to prevent that if I have to.
But right now, I've said everything I need to.
I quickly head out of my office.
I texted my driver and my limo is waiting outside of the entrances to Kane Price and I hop in, telling the driver that I need to go home.
As the limo makes its way toward Seventh Avenue and One57 apartment, I look at my phone.
Becca hasn't texted. She hasn't called.
Does she think that Lorna and I started fucking?
Or is she just too distraught at what her mother said?
Fuck, I need to get home and sit down with a glass of scotch. Then I need to figure out how to get to Becca without having to go back to Lorna's house. There's gotta be a way.
I'm not thinking of any solution as I unlock the door to my condo and walk in.
But then, a moment later, I stop thinking altogether.
Because I don't have to; standing right in front of me is Becca Lowell.
She turns to me, and I try to figure out what the look on her face means.
Is she hurt? Distraught?
"Becca," I say, dropping my keys on the table and walking over. "Nothing happened with your mom," I say.
She smiles at me. "I know," she says and takes a step over. Is it me or does she sound happy?
"I heard everything Mom said," she says and then stops herself. "I mean actually, I guess I heard everything Lorna said. Since she's not really my mother."
This is the part that I fucking dreaded.
"You heard that?" I ask.
"Mason, it's okay," she says to me and wraps her arms around me. "It means I'm not related to that bitch. And, that I'm not fucking my stepdad anymore since I'm technically not related to her at all. Thank you for standing up to her."
I pause. Becca's happy. I guess I can understand, but a part of me stirs when she says the word stepdad.
"I guess we're just two people then who aren't related at all," I say slowly.
Becca unwraps herself and takes a step back. "But it's so dirty to still imagine it, isn't it?" she asks me with a wicked grin.
I feel my cock twitching just looking at her. It's filthy. It's taboo.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asks me. And then slowly she says the word, "Daddy?"
I have no idea how she got here before me. But when she pulls her pink shirt over her head I stop caring.
She takes a few steps back and I follow. She takes a few more steps back, and I follow again.
We end up in the guest bedroom.
I’m staring at her.
I want to reach toward her breasts, feel her already hard nipples under my fingers, but I restrain myself.
Becca doesn’t want to have anything to do with any kind of restriction, though. She closes the distance between us again with a quick shuffle of her feet and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. My naked torso calls for her, her eyes coveting my solid pectorals.
“Let’s take some of these clothes off,” she says, looking up at me with wicked eyes. “Daddy.”
Fuck, I need to have her.
Her tongue runs over her lips in anticipation; she leans forward into me and I respond, my mouth pressing into hers, sweet electricity discharging all over our bodies. They’re like two coiled springs yearning for release.
I raise one hand to her waist and embrace her figure, pulling her down onto the bed. Her breasts feel my warm skin as she presses them against my naked chest. Needing to feel me all over she takes her hand to my crotch and pushes down, her heart skipping a beat as she felt something as solid as rock there, something aching for her.
“Oh, Daddy, is that for me?” she purrs into my chest.
What the fuck is going on? Why is my cock harder than it’s ever been before?
She groans lightly as I suck on her tongue, my hands going down to her backside and pulling her closer, the friction between our bodies enough to start an all consuming fire.
Taken by an impulse I grab her hair and pull her head back, exposing her bare breasts. I takes her nipples into my mouth, softly sucking each of them, my tongue tracing their outline with care. I feel my cock hardening even more and, for a fraction of a second, I almost throw her onto the ground and pull down her tight pants, having at it there and then.
You don’t have to be a fucking scientist to see how I’m aching to fuck her; I know it, you know it, and most importantly she knows it.
She gets up from the bed after squeezing hard on my cock, and takes her fingers to her waistline.
“Should I pull this down, Daddy?” she asks me.
The anticipation in my eyes is self-evident. Happy to indulge me, she pushes down, her tight pants sliding over her toned legs in a slow hypnotizing motion. My cock tenses up against my boxer briefs at the sight of her small black thong, my heart almost in pain with desire. How I want to fucking reach for her underwear, slowly pulling it down with my teeth and feeling her scent taking hold of me…
Like a wild cat she approaches me, her movements charged with lust and hunger; her hands dart to my pants and pulls them down with my boxer briefs, her fingertips scratching at my skin harshly. My cock rises up, all 12 hard, thick inches saluting her expectantly.
She doesn’t need instructions.
Her knees touch the floor and, before I can breathe out, her lips wrap around my hard cock. As if pushed back by an invisible force I fall on my back, spreading my arms wide on the mattress.
She spreads my legs apart, stroking my inner thighs with the tip of her fingers; my breathing grows harsher as she starts sucking me, one of her hands cupping both my balls and playing around with them.
“Am I delicious?” she asks with a sweet smile.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“What did you call me, Daddy?” she asks sweetly. “Say it.”
I can’t believe this is fucking happening to me.
“Am I delicious, Daddy?” she asks.
“You’re fucking delicious,” I say and she keeps looking at me expectantly. “Baby girl.”
I’ve let go.
I’ve lost control.
For now.
I look up to the ceiling and sigh, my whole body shaking in pleasure as she goes up and down, up and down on my cock, her lips smacking against one another each time my cock springs out of her little mouth.
After a while, it’s just too much to fucking bear. And not just for me, but for her as well.
“Just fuck me already,” she demands, taking my member out of her mouth and pushing me down onto the bed with both of her hands. Like a tiger pouncing on prey she climbs on top of me, my hands latching to her ass almost magnetically.
She takes her black thong off, the small piece sliding down her legs easily, and pushes her soaked pussy against my cock, her juices dripping down on my thighs. She rubs herself against me, both hands on my chest, fingers like claws.
“Tell me you want me, Daddy," she says, a tone of command in her voice.
“I fucking want you. I want you bad,” I reply.
“Call me your baby girl,” she says.
“I’m going to fuck you so bad, you wicked little brat,” I say to her through clenched teeth. “I’m going to fuck that filth right out of you.”
And, with that, she wraps her legs around my torso and forces my cock inside her. She gasps as my length enters her smoothly, my thickness pushing against her inner walls.
Oh, yes, I’m going to fuck her in a way she’s not going to fucking forget for a long, long time.
She pushes her hips forward, forcing me to drive my cock deep inside her. She moans loudly, not a care in the world. Fuck being discrete.
I breathe heavily as she rides me hard, her ass bouncing up and down against my thighs. Once again I feel drawn to her perfect ass, my hand hitting her cheeks hard. I relish at the sound, spanking her ass one more time, the sound of flesh on flesh music to both of our ears.
“Your cock is mine… Just mine.” She moans against my ears, her breasts frictioning against my chest. She bites my neck, her teeth pulling my skin hard enough to make me groan and bury my cock inside her pussy in a brutish fashion.
“You know... “ she nibbles at my ear, her hips swaying back and forth on top of me. “The first time I saw you in that bar, I just wanted to finger myself.”
I'm not sure what it is, her words or the way in which she is moaning them, but one thing I'm sure of: she's driving me crazy. In my mind there's only one simple thought: to ravage her, and to fuck her very, very hard.
I grab her by the waist and, without pulling my cock out, push her to the side and climb on top of her, feeling the acute feeling of her fingernails digging into my ass, pulling me into her.
Pushing against her hands, I suddenly pull out; my thumb darts down, massaging her clit. With two other fingers I go inside her, driving them into a hook, making her moan even more loudly.
I love the feeling of her wetness on my fingers, and I make sure to share it with her. I remove my fingers abruptly from her pussy and place them over her lips. Eagerly, she opens her mouth and sucks on my fingers, the flavor of her own pussy sending shivers down her spine.
“Do you want my cock, baby girl?” I ask, my mind clouded by lust.
“Oh, God… Just give me that cock!” she begs.
“What do you call me?” I ask her.
“Please...Daddy,” she moans. “Give me that cock.”
In a quick motion of my hips I’m inside of her once again, my body pressing down on hers, sweat running down my back. She laces her legs around my back and imprisons me in a tight embrace, making my cock plunge deep inside of her in a way that makes her scream at the top of her lungs.
I don’t even care if someone is listening. All I care about is giving her what she wants.
“Make me come…” she moans. “Make me come… Fuck me hard, I…”
I can do that.
I pull out of her and motion her to place herself on all fours. She rolls over on the mattress and raises her ass at me; with one hand I feel her wet pussy aching for me and, happy to oblige her desires, I ram my cock into her hard enough for her to bury her head in a pillow, her muffled scream of pleasure bouncing off the mattress.
I push every inch into her, grabbing her hair with both hands.
“It’s… so… fucking… good
…” It's all she manages to say between each stride I make inside of her. “Harder... harder... HARDER!”
I don't know if she’s screaming or whispering. I’m so fucking lost in motion, sweat tricking down both our bodies, her wet hair clinging to her face.
I go as fast and as hard as I can until her screaming makes her throat go sore. Even so, she lets out a harsh moan that makes my skin prickle, her body convulsing as an out-of-control climax takes hold of her body.
The sound of her moaning drives sparks of electricity down my body, and I feel a pleasant tightness taking hold of me. My cock jerks deep inside of her and, grabbing her by the hips with more force than is necessary, I join her in absolute paradise.
I close my eyes as my cock explodes inside of her, my cum filling her pussy and dripping down onto the sheets. I breathe out, long and hard, as if I’m breathing out all the tension that has accumulated in my body.
Only when her body goes limp do I let go of her.
I roll to the side, allowing my body to rest right next to hers. She’s breathing hard, as if she's just ran a marathon, not that I'm in much better condition. My lungs are working hard, my heart's working overtime, and all of my muscles are feeling sore from the effort.
I close my eyes, just for enough time to catch my breath. The next thing I know I’ve slipped into the land of dreams, the scent of her pussy still lingering on my cock.
For the first time in days I sleep like a baby.
I wake up with a chill. I’m still naked on top of my bed, my crumpled clothes lost on the floor. I rub both of my eyes with the back of my hand and sit up on the bed. For how long have I been asleep? Five minutes? Ten hours? I have no answer.
“Hey, wake --”, my hand expects to find her naked body still next to me, but all I find is the soft velvety mattress. I feel the silence around me, my breathing the only thing spoiling it. On the floor, all of her clothes are gone. Well, almost all of her clothes.
I smile at the sight of it.
She’s vanished like a ghost, but she’s been wicked enough to leave one last memento behind: her thong.
I imagine her tiptoeing out of my room, her pussy rubbing against the fabric of her tight pants and I almost laugh to himself.
She sure knows how to drive a man crazy. Whether I'm her stepdad or not, I’ve never had an experience like this before.
