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 tightened 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 t
hen, 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.”
To demonstrate, he stroked my asshole deep and made me scream again with desire. I gasped, going rigid, before loosening, shaking all over.
“Please Jake, please,” I begged, face muffled in the covers as my stepdad fingered my back hole. “Please.”
I’m not sure what I was asking for, but the big man was insistent and assertive, spreading the cream from his dick all over and into my dark star, rubbing his fingers every now and again against my clit in a rhythm that made me shake.
Thank God my roommates weren't home. They'd probably think I was getting murdered. Because I couldn’t control it.
"Harder, Jake,” came my begging pleas. “Unnh, just like that. Oh yeah.”
And the big man did it good. He fucked more fingers into me, the cum gushing around his digits, harder and faster and deeper. I shivered, pussy moist and loose, moaning up a storm. Because I needed him desperately, there was only this man for me, and suddenly, the world exploded.
"Jake!" I screamed his name like I was dying. "Unnnh! Jake, Jake!" I shrieked his name helplessly, again and again. Pulse after pulse of pleasure pounded through my ass, rim clenching tight even as my pussy gushed uncontrollably, streaming onto the coverlet.
“Oh god Daddy!” came my scream once more, entire body tensing before dissolving with spasms. Because I thought I could trick Jake. I thought I could outwit the billionaire by asking him to do something so nasty and depraved that it’d drive him away forever. Weaker men have caved, and this was my way out.
But Jake is no weak male. The opposite. He’s strong and experienced, more than twenty-five years older than me. He’s been with dozens of women, and had decades doing the nasty. So my little cum-drinking test? It was cakewalk for him, a piece of nothing, completely laughable.
And instead of getting myself out of this mess, I’ve only gotten myself in deeper. Because the alpha played me like a violin. I’m an instrument his for the taking, and oh god, but I only want more. My plan completely backfired, and instead of coming out on top, I’m in even more trouble now. Because I only want more of my stepdad … more him, more me, more us, together.
CHAPTER TEN
Jake
"Hey, baby." Amanda greeted me in the doorway of her apartment wearing barely anything at all. "I didn't think you were coming over so early."
"I had a few things to take care of at the office," I said dismissively, handing her a bouquet. My secretary got it, not me. I’m not the flower type.
Besides, my mind was still too full of Lacey. Her creaminess. Her sweetness. The way she gave herself to me, again and again.
Because I hadn't meant to, but after she came with my fingers crammed in her asshole, I ended up spending the night in her bed, squeezed next to that luscious form in her narrow twin.
Yeah, me Jake Mason, Mr. Billionaire. In a twin bed. In a dorm room. Sleeping next to the girl of my dreams.
Because after she came, Lacey was so tired. She seemed more vulnerable than usual so instead of taking her ass like I wanted to, I cleaned her off with a damp cloth and put her to sleep.
It was weird, to be sure. I haven’t been nice to a woman in ages. But with Lacey, it’s different. She was so young, so naïve, so innocent. So my heart beat hard as I watched her dream.
Did she deserve this?
Did any woman deserve this?
Hell no.
But against my better instincts, I got into bed with the girl, spooning that soft form against my hardness. And fuck, but it felt right. It was right to be together, peaceful and good.
But at the same time, my brain screamed. Because younger girls aren’t my thing. They’re generally immature and needy, and so goddamn fertile. Nearly every buddy of mine has ended up having kids he didn’t want, leashed to some chick after one night of pleasure.
But not me. I’m not gonna have unwanted kids, nor am I gonna be caught unawares. Frankly, I’m too old. At forty-five, a dog’s set in its ways, and no way can I handle some squalling baby with dirty diapers crying “Daddy, Daddy!” while a skinny harpy spends my money.
So yeah, I avoid the young chicks. They’re not my thing, and at first, Lacey was no exception. Not just because she was my stepdaughter, but because she deserves more than what I have to offer. She deserves a doting husband and dozens of kids. What she doesn’t deserve is an amoral asshole like me.
But now, all this has happened, unexpected and yet awesomely amazing. Who knew she’d be this good? Who knew that I’d feel this way? And now I’m stuck in a fucking, a cesspool of pure shit.
So yeah, here I am. After spending the night with the girl of my dreams, it’s harsh reality once more. And Amanda was an eye-opener, a dose of ice-cold water, cold enough to freeze your balls.
"You look nice," I told her, stepping into the apartment.
And she did look nice enough, her skinny but big-breasted body showed off in thong panties and a push-up bra under a sheer, floor-length nightgown of some sort. Whatevs. Not my thing.
"Thanks," the woman purred.
She took my flowers and put them in a vase in the kitchen and came back to join me in the living room with a glass of scotch for me and red wine for herself.
"You look a little tired," she cooed, sitting next to me on the couch. "Maybe you shouldn't work so hard." Amanda poured herself some wine and put the bottle on the coffee table. She leaned back and crossed her legs, strategically taking a deep breath so her boobs practically popped from the lace. Those red lips widened into what she probably thought was a seductive smile, but instead, the woman looked more like the Joker. Really fucking scary.
"I don't mind." I downed the scotch in one go. "It's work I enjoy."
But Amanda wasn’t listening. Like she ever does. Instead, the female leaned close.
“So, big boy. What do you want to do this evening?”
The woman was practically in my lap now, her hands trailing at the sleeve of my blazer, smoothing the fabric over my thick arm. Those nipples stood up hard and tight under the lingerie and she grinned diabolically, literally showing her teeth.
How long could I sit here and pretend I didn’t know what she wanted from me?
Short of taking off her skimpy little outfit and opening up her legs, Amanda was doing everything to let me know she wanted to fuck.
Why this change of heart all of a sudden?
Because since day one of our engagement, she’d been telling me about wanting to wai
t until our wedding night to have sex. And now, the female was hot and heavy and just about ready to start the show all by herself. Time to get a few things out in the open.
"You're an attractive woman," I said noncommittally as Amanda pressed her boobs into my chest. "But I thought you wanted to wait until after the wedding to have sex?"
The woman leered.
"I changed my mind. Isn't that a bride's prerogative?"
What? No. Not when I was sleeping with her daughter. But there was no sense in giving that away.
"Yeah, sure." I sipped my scotch and watched her, my own face expressionless. But I swear, that woman has the instincts of a snake.
"You're different these days," she cooed, stroking my chest through the shirt. "You used to be so cold all the time, so untouchable. But there's something about you these days that's frankly hot as hell. I decided not to wait until after the preacher gives us permission before I sample your goods." Her hands dropped to my lap to squeeze my bulge. "You're a sexy mofo, Jake. I just never really noticed before."
Oh really, never noticed? More like I started fucking her daughter, and she could sense it in the air, even if she didn’t know for sure. Fuck. What a mess.
I let her stroke me for a few seconds, just to see if I could get into it and fool myself. But no, my snake stayed asleep.
"Naw, no go. I’m tired,” I said dismissively. “Maybe it's all the energy I've been putting into building up my company here in New York. It drains a man dry."
The woman frowned at me like she didn't understand why I wasn't throwing her down on the couch and ramming my dick into her pussy. Shit, I didn't even understand it myself, not entirely. Lacey was too young, so I should be going for this instead, right?
But instead, my expression remained neutral.
"I'm very committed to my business, as you know."
The woman leaned away, watching with surprisingly perceptive eyes. Amanda may have been a big, slutty blonde, but the female didn’t get to the top of the food chain in New York real estate just by giving good blow jobs.
"Things are still on track with us, right?” she asked slowly. “You haven't changed your mind about the wedding?"
To be honest, I was having doubts. Serious doubts. But no sense in telling her if I wasn’t sure. So I shrugged.
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