My heart flooded with feeling. Shit, I’d done this to the sweet thing. I was the cause of her stress, the circles under her big brown eyes, the sheen of tears as she gazed at me now. I’d done this.
So I grabbed her elbow, steering her from the living room.
“Come on honey,” I said in a low, reassuring voice. “Let’s find a quiet place to talk.”
And marching upstairs, I guided Lacey to the room furthest down the hall, set back from the corridor. Locking the door, I turned to the beautiful girl, fully intending to have a conversation.
“Listen honey,” I began, hands up. “I know this is tough, but we’ll get through it –“
But my words were cut off because suddenly, Lacey stood on her tiptoes and pressed that sweet mouth against mine. Oh shit, she was sugar and spice and everything nice rolled into a heavenly, sensuous package.
A better man would have pushed her away but I opened my mouth and kissed her right back, hard and with teeth. God, she was exactly what I needed.
And gasping, she tore at my belt buckle and unzipped my pants with desperate hands. Her touch was frantic when she dragged my hard cock out, yanking her mouth away from mine before dropping to her knees.
“I want you so bad,” she sobbed, leaning forwards to kiss the tip. “I need you so bad, Jake.”
Aw fuck. I was so fucked. Because Lacey had the natural instincts of a cocksucker. Stretching her lips wide, she devoured me, gagging a bit as my tip hit the back of her throat. But like a pro, she swallowed, cheeks bulging, stroking my balls all the while.
Shit, shit, shit! I wanted to be there for her, but she’d taken me unawares. And now there was no talking, there were just hard, desperate movements.
“Fuck, Lacey!” I groaned again, eyes dropping shut. The sensations were fantastic, her mouth like a vacuum, and I buried my hands in those silky curls.
“Unnnh!” came my rough cry, balls high and tight already. “Unnnh!”
And Lacey went for gold. Sucking like a hoover, her excitement was contagious. So I went with it. Starting slow, I pumped my hips and fucked her mouth, sliding in a little deeper each time. She gagged and sputtered, but always came back for more like a good girl.
Jesus Christ, if she kept it up I was going to come like a fire hose down her throat. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my dick.
“I want to fuck you, princess.”
“Yes, Jake,” she panted. “I want it too,” she begged. The female had pre-cum dripping from her chin, and there was never a sight more beautiful. Shit, Lacey was perfect for me, the missing part of the puzzle.
So I gave into the true me, the animal with base instincts.
“On your hands and knees,” came my harsh growl. “I want to fuck you like a dog. Right here, right now.”
But Lacey wasn’t surprised. In fact, she loved it, moving quickly to get into position, panties yanked down, legs spread, her dress scrunched around that thick waist.
And like a maniac, I dropped down behind that sweet ass and shoved my slacks and boxer briefs all the way to my knees. Shit. There were people downstairs who could burst through the door at any moment, wondering where we were.
But fuck it. She was here and her ass was naked and wide open for me. I leaned in and licked that sweet pucker, tasting her pleats.
“Jake!” Lacey gasped and flinched away from me in shock. She jerked a look over her shoulder at me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to make us both feel good,” I said, dick hard enough to pound nails. “You want that, don’t you?”
Her only answer was a whimper rising to a whine as I licked her asshole again, tasting that sweet brown star. Aw fuck, she was delicious, the rim contracting reflexively, then opening and winking again.
Loudly, I lapped at her anus, tasting the tight ring of muscle and sticking my tongue in to loosen it up. At first, the brunette squirmed, embarrassed, but then gradually began to get into it, pushing back into my face while sobbing my name.
“Jake, Jake,” was her crying plea. “Oh god.”
“Shh, baby,” I soothed. “Keep it down, there are people downstairs.”
And shit, but my nasty ways are contagious because Lacey did something really fucked-up then. She grabbed those lace panties, ripping them off entirely, and stuffed the fabric into her mouth, muffling her own cries.
“Mmwmwmf!” came a choked gasp. “Mwmwmf!”
Aw shit. This girl was too perfect, depraved exactly the way I like.
But my dick was dripping pre-cum like a faucet. If I didn’t stop, I was going to come just from eating her ass. I gave her hole one last tantalizing swipe and went back upright on my knees, moving quickly into place. Aw yeah. Show time.
With one smooth slide, it went into her bottom, no resistance this time. Lacey’s muffled squeal was arousing as fuck, the “mwmff” incomparable. That sweet, sinuous back bucked reflexively as my thick cock disappeared into her brownie.
“That’s right,” I rasped, gripping her hips, trying not to burst. “That’s right, enjoy it.”
And she was. Thick juices dripped down her leg, a constant stream of pussy cream that wouldn’t stop. And cum rolled through my balls, ready to spurt already. I rammed her ass, slamming in again and again, grabbing her butt tight and hauling it towards me.
Fuck!
Fumbling for her clit, I pinched once, hard. That did the trick. The girl squeezed tight around my dick, still for a moment, and then blasted off. A muffled scream tore from her throat, eyes going wide as that anus shook and trembled around me.
But yeah, the vibrations set me off too. Grunting, I grabbed her hips again.
“I’m coming in your ass, baby,” was my harsh groan. “Right. Fucking. Now!” And shit, but the jizz blasted out in endless streams, ribbon after ribbon painting her rectal walls. It went on and on, cock jerking repeatedly, twitching and juddering as I fired my gun. Good thing it was her ass because if I’d been using her pussy, Lacey would’ve gotten pregnant for sure.
Aww fuck. Her muffled screams rang out, mixing with my deep grunts. This girl’s bottom fit my dick perfectly, it was probably curved to the shape of my cock by now.
But there were people downstairs. At a bridal shower where I was the prospective groom.
So I pulled out quickly, dick gleaming and still hard, as Lacey sagged, empty now. Goddamn, it was a beautiful sight. Her head hung down with exhaustion and I watched with satisfaction as my cum dripped from her asshole. Pussy juices had left her thick thighs shiny and slick and I was tempted to lick them all up before pushing my fuckshaft in again.
But there were people waiting downstairs. And they’d be sending a search party soon if we didn’t make an appearance.
What the hell? Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered. Because it’s not like I’m some loyal dog. I fuck women, two, sometimes three at a time. It’s no biggie.
But now, the situation was fucking screwed. I was getting married, but that wasn’t what got my goat. My real problem was this girl right here. Because she was addictive as all get out, sashaying into my life and worming her way under my skin … and we still hadn’t had a chance to sort things out.
CHAPTER SIX
Lacey
I unlocked the door to my dorm and pushed it open.
“Hey, look who it is!”
My two roommates were sprawled on the floor with the coffee table and a game of Scrabble between them. Denise greeted me but Jenna just waved before frowning back at the Scrabble board, concentrating hard.
“How was the bridal shower?” Denise chirped.
There was no point in even lying.
“A shit show,” I sighed wearily. But my weariness was more than just emotional. It was physical too, Jake working me over, my body his to own.
What was wrong with me? I was in thrall to the alpha, unable to control myself. Anytime the big man said jump, I leapt into the air like an eager-to-please golden retriever, tongue out, tail wagging.
God, things were s
o messed up, but I couldn’t tell my roommates. So instead, I just skated over the truth.
“My mom collected a bunch of presents,” I lied glibly. “I hope she enjoys her second dishware set and her third vacuum.”
The girls giggled, familiar with Amanda’s string of divorces.
“Oh well, you knew that would happen,” Jenna said kindly. “No worries, maybe she’ll give the vacuum to us. We could use it,” she said meaningfully, looking around the suite. “The dorm vacuum’s always broken.”
“I know, right? But she won’t,” was my reply. “Amanda keeps every present she gets, even if it’s seconds or thirds.”
Denise shrugged then.
“Well hopefully, at least the food was good,” the blonde chirped. I liked her a lot. Like me, she had a love for food, especially things that were high calorie and filling.
“Yeah, it was good,” came my answering smile. “Anyway, I gotta hop in the shower then get back to studying.”
My term paper wasn’t due for another few days, but seeing that I hadn’t been focused for a while, it was a looming disaster.
“Cool.” Jenna finished making her word on the board. “We ordered pizza if you want some. It’s in the kitchen.”
“Turkey sausage?”
“You know it!”
“Awesome. Thanks!” Like me, the girls didn’t eat pork or beef. Another reason all three of us got along so well.
I left them to get in the shower so I could wash the day off me.
Although I’d had a good time with Jake in a remote bedroom of the apartment, guilt squeezed the air from my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Because what could possibly justify my actions? Jake was my mom’s fiancé for crying out loud.
So I tried to put it out of my mind. In the shower, water rushed powerful and fast over my body, soothing my drained muscles. After the delicious session with the billionaire, I was sore in places I’d never been before. The muscles of my thighs burned and my knees and palms were raw. In fact, bruises in the shape of his fingers were already darkening on both sides of my hips.
God! I was such a slut for the man. When he had me on my knees like that, there was nothing that was off-limits. I’d begged and pleaded, giving him my all. His cock could have touched me anywhere, and I wouldn’t have said no.
Because before, I’ve never been that horny for a guy. In fact, until meeting Jake, it was easy to ignore boys altogether, focusing on school instead. It was nice. There were no ups and downs, I’m a good student and top grades have always come easy.
Except now, I was on a rollercoaster. I hadn’t cracked a book in weeks, and my emotions were a hurricane, powerful and all-consuming, overwhelming my frame and leaving no room for anything else.
I groaned with shame and sagged against the cool tile of the shower. Oh god, oh god, what was going on? How could this be happening? Because school is my way out. If I did well in my classes, maybe that’d be the path to a well-paying job. And then I could move away, and leave all this behind.
But instead, it was all going haywire. I was distracted and moony, failing to go to class. My grades were for sure going to drop, but the thing is, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t even care. All I could think about was Jake Mason, and what he did to me, my heart going soft, insides even softer.
Oh god, oh god. The way he’d licked my ass in the bedroom had been amazing. His tongue had slid so deep, wet and teasing, prepping me for that giant cock. And when he finally slipped into my behind …
The bathroom echoed with the sound of my moan. It was too good, and I was too hungry. Reaching back, I experimentally tested my sore asshole. Oh yeah, the flesh was soft and tender, but more than ready to take that big dick again. My finger circled the pleats the same way Jake done …
And going with it, I moaned again and slipped a finger inside my ass, squelching into Jake’s cum. Unnnh, so good. My pussy tingled, moistening, and it wasn’t from the shower. What would Jake do if he was here in the shower with me? Would he bend me over and use my ass again? Would he make me get on my knees and beg him? Because I’d do it, all that and more.
“Oh, shit...” was my tortured cry.
Moaning, I filled myself with another finger and started to fuck myself in the ass, first slow then hard just the way Jake did. I bent over with my cheek pressed against the tile and rammed my fingers into my anus over and over while my other hand played with my clit. It felt so good. My thighs tightened, pussy gushing.
“Jake!” His name sprang like a prayer to my lips. “Oh god, Jake!”
And it happened then. The big man brought me to my knees without even being there. My legs dropped out from under me and I fell on my ass in the tub, shaking all over, crying and screaming at once. Because what fucked up situation was this? What disgusting girl pummels herself in the ass while dreaming of her stepdad?
But there was nothing to be done. Alone and crying, I hunched on the floor of the shower stall, body reverberating with the shock of my orgasm.
But my brain kept rolling, emotions a tidal wave.
Because I was pathetic. That was the ugly truth. I was completely and utterly pathetic, a one hundred percent loser.
And my control broke then. Tears sprang anew, blending with the droplets already streaming down my cheeks. Because I was in love with the billionaire. I was in love with my future stepfather … and there was absolutely no hope for us.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jake
What the hell?
First a joint bridal shower now a simultaneous bachelor and bachelorette party? All this togetherness was going to drive me up the wall. Is this how Amanda runs her real life? I hope to god not because there’s nothing worse than being joined at the hip with that woman. Thank fuck she’s not going to be my wife for real. Life does have its silver linings.
But now I’m in Vegas for a shindig with all the folks who are gonna be in our wedding. People always talk about how Vegas is the place to have the time of your life. To have the wildest sex, the craziest experiences, all the while gambling like a high-roller. But for me, it’s always been a let-down. All hype and no follow-through. Plus, you just feel dirty afterwards, like there’s gunk in your teeth and slime under your fingernails.
But no matter. On the stage in front of me, a stripper rubbed her tits while swaying back and forth, giving me the eye. Earlier, she’d walked past and fumbled for my dick, whispering a price in my ear. Yeah, right. Please girlie, you’re talkin’ to a guy who’s an expert at this stuff. I’ve paid five times more for women a lot classier than you.
But still, there was no reason to be rude, so I sent her on her way with a friendly pat on the ass. But hey, these chickadees can smell money because here she was on stage now, still trying to get my attention. Then again, you gotta respect a girl who knows how to make a buck.
Sipping from a glass of scotch, I sat at my table in the middle of the club, one of nearly two dozen of Amanda’s “family and closest friends.” The place was packed wall to wall with New Yorkers, most of them with us. In my mind, complete boredom ruled, my brain a lifeless line of zzzzz.
But Amanda was having the time of her life. A bunch of male and female strippers pranced around half naked on the club’s biggest dais. They gyrated and fucked the air with their hips, simulating sex with each other. Other strippers worked the floor near my table, touching customers that looked willing to party or least pay top dollar for a lap dance.
God, was this supposed to be a good time? It was boring as hell, but hey, I’m the groom. So I slapped a jovial smile on my face, even if my heartbeat was flatlining. Kill me now.
And the life of the party as usual, Amanda practically molested one of the strippers jerking his junk around to the music on the mini stage in the center of the ladies’ tables. The stripper was sweaty and oiled up, gleaming under the lights. Just my fiancée’s type, going by the way she was cooing and touching his muscles, not to mention openly eyeing his package. Fucking disgusting if you ask me. Seri
ously, the dude was obviously on roids, with his acne-ravaged skin and overly developed legs. Moderation, buddy, moderation’s the name of the game.
But the chicks didn’t care. They screamed and clapped, egging Amanda on. And she started dancing to the music, wiggling this way and that. Her tight tube dress barely covered those saggy gazongas, the material riding up her skinny bottom.
And then my fiancée did it. Even though she’s forty, the woman bent over and tried to twerk, jerking her hips back and forth awkwardly. Shit, Miley Cyrus is fifteen and even she looks bad doing it. You think you’re gonna be better?
But her girlfriends were all over it, cackling and screaming like hyenas, whooping wildly. And Amanda went with it. Swaying unsteadily in those high heels, she literally jumped on the platform then, practically pushing the male stripper out of the way. Gross. Her hand came away dark with spray tan, probably some toxic shit.
But the dude saw money, and obligingly started to sway in time with her. Tellingly, the smile on his face was stiff, his dick limp and soft.
“Come on, big boy!” Amanda screamed at the stripper while dragging down the top of her dress to flash her tits. “Come on, whoop whoop!”
Fuck me, this was so embarrassing.
This was my fiancée for crying out loud, acting out Girls Gone Wild.
But shit, my bride to be’s forty, not eighteen.
No matter, because Amanda grabbed the guy by the waistband of his tight leather pants and dragged him closer. Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, he let her pull his hair and force his head down to her chest, motor boating those plastic balloons, like he was gonna get a mouthful.
Of course, the dude didn’t want a mouthful, male strippers are almost always gay. But Amanda went wild, pushing a giant tit between his lips, the poor guy’s eyes opening wide even as he jerked, startled.
But it was too late. When my fiancée gets what she wants, she goes wild. Because the woman groaned, eyes closed in ecstasy, male stripper sucking at her tit. And then she bent over backwards to give him more room, still moaning and carrying on like a bitch in heat. Her friends laughed and one of them jumped up behind Amanda, screaming, “You go girl! Work it, work it!”
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