Chapter 56
Holy fifty shades of hotness
Harley
The stepdad I’d like to fuck is alpha deliciousness personified. And he wants me to be his real girlfriend. And he loves me. This morning I woke up thinking it was the end of the world. I’ve never in my life been so happy to be wrong.
I kick off my beat-up Converse and in a mad rush, I get undressed down to my underwear.
I cringe and peer up at Kaz. “Had I known this day would end this way, I would’ve worn sexy lingerie instead of practical—”
“You’re this close to me filling your throat with my cock.” He waves a hand. “Take them off.”
My cheeks flame. The assertiveness in his tone causes my clit to tingle.
I remove my underwear.
I fold my arms over my chest as I get on my tiptoes and scan the horizon. Can they see us?
“You don’t trust me?”
My eyes snap in his direction. I swallow. “I do.”
“Good answer. Now, turn around.”
I do as I’m told.
“Hands on the railing.”
I follow his command, my palms making contact with the steel.
“Legs parted.”
Oh, dear God, is he going to… go down on me… outdoors? If so, this will be—
Kaz’s hand lands on mine and before I can blink, black fabric wraps around my wrist and the railing.
I gasp.
I stare up at him, but he’s already gone.
My head whips to the other side, when a clicking sound catches my attention.
What is he doing behind me?
It doesn’t take long for me to get my answer.
To my utter shock, Kaz wraps his belt around my other wrist before looping it around the railing.
“Holy shit.” I pull on my restraints, but it’s in vain.
“There’s nowhere for you to run now, Goldilocks.”
I blink up at him. “Have you been reading erotica books?”
He responds with a mischievous smile. “Look at you—naked, ass jutted in the air, pussy readily available. My captive to do as I please.”
Oh, boy, I’m in so much trouble.
Kaz undoes the buttons at his wrists before working on the ones on his white shirt. “We’re gonna play a little game.”
“What kind of game?”
He removes the shirt and drops it on the bench. He toes off his shoes and removes his socks. The hissing sound of his zipper coming down, echoing in the night, followed by the swishing sound of his pants, makes me rub my legs together to alleviate my needy clit.
“Are you trying to come before I give you permission?”
“No.” Yes.
He makes a tsking sound. “You’re a terrible liar.”
He removes his pants, folds them, and places them next to the shirt on the cushion seat.
Even when he’s about to rock my world, he’s a neat freak.
“Do you remember how to count to ten, bad girl?”
Is that a trick question? “That comment I made about being in high school was—”
“Your answer should be yes master or no master.”
My jaw comes unhinged. It takes me a few breaths before I recover. The man is an ace at role playing.
“Yes, master.”
“Good.”
He disappears behind me.
I peer over my shoulder.
“Eyes upfront.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes, master.”
“Better.”
My head whips around.
Slap!
I let out a shrill sound.
Holy fifty shades of hotness.
“I didn’t hear you count,” he says.
“One. That was one.”
Slap!
My legs tremble. “Two.” I close my eyes, anticipating the next slap. “Three!” Shit.
“You’re supposed to count after the slap. Not before. We’re starting over.”
Good God.
Slap!
“One.”
Slap!
“Two…”
Every time the palm of his hand makes contact with my ass, my pussy weeps.
Had I known getting spanked would be this hedonistic, I would’ve begged for it a long time ago.
Slap!
“Nine.” My body is shaking all over and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
“One more and you get a reward for being a good girl.”
“Will your cock be my reward?”
Slap!
My body jerks. Fuck. He put his whole body into that last one. “Ten.” I pant, struggling to catch my breath, my ass on fire.
“I’m pretty proud of my handiwork.” He chuckles.
Tyrant.
His hands rub the sore spots, the gentleness a stark contrast to the punishment he just administered.
He shifts behind me and parts my ass cheeks.
I hitch a breath, dreading and looking forward to what comes next.
“The heady scent of your cunt will be my undoing.”
Tingles rush through me as the delicious scrape of his stubble brushes across my inner thigh. He slides two fingers between my wet pussy lips, skating through my slickness. He pumps in and out of me in a languorous motion for a few long, agonizing breaths.
He pulls his fingers out.
A displeasing grunt drops from my lips.
A licking sound ensues.
Is he…
“I forgot how good you taste.”
Dear God, he’s licking my juices from his fingers.
The thought alone is enough to make me come.
I attempt to glance over my shoulder.
“If I have to tell you eyes upfront one more time, I’ll assume you don’t want my cock, and this game will be over.”
That’s all the incentive I need to obey his command.
I dip my head and moan when his fingers slide back in.
He strokes inside me, focusing on the textured spot that sends a flurry of electric sensations throughout my body all at once.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
“Do you want my neighbors to know I’m doing filthy things to you outdoors?”
“Yes. I mean, no.” I can’t even think straight. On one hand, the idea of getting caught is exhilarating, but on the other, this isn’t the type of video I want to go viral. Although Kaz promised no one can catch a glimpse of us because the fire pit is sunken, why take a chance? “I’ll be quiet.”
“What was that?”
“Sorry. I’ll be quiet, master.”
“Good girl.”
He grips my thighs and his tongue makes contact with my pussy, and I let out a wail.
All movement stops.
“You call that being quiet?”
“I’m sorry, but you’re doing toe-curling things to me. And being outdoors… it’s too much. It’s too good.”
“I’ve barely touched you, and already, you’re losing your mind. Which means, we may have a problem on our hands.”
“No, please don’t stop. I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
“You said that the last time.”
“But this time, I mean it.”
“I can’t take a chance. It’s too risky.”
Are we stopping?
The sound of clothes shuffling behind me echoes around us.
What is he doing?
He comes and stands next to me. “There’s only one surefire way to keep you quiet.”
I furrow my brows.
He pulls something from behind his back. “I’m going to stuff your pretty little mouth with your wet panties.”
I blink.
I blink again.
I blink a third time because holy fucking shit.
With a grin tugging at his lips, he pats my cheek. “Open wide.”
I do as I’m told.
He stuffs my wet panties into my mouth, and I taste myself.
“You can breathe okay?”
I nod.
“Now, I can resume my mission.”
He disappears and the next thing I know he’s parting my ass cheeks.
I let out a guttural groan into the fabric of my panties, the sound coming out muffled.
His tongue swirls around my clit.
I wiggle my ass, desperate for more.
“Don’t you dare rush me.”
Slap!
I whimper in protest.
His tongue is on me again. He licks me from clit to hole, and it’s so sublime, it causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
“Goddamn it, woman. You’re dripping wet. Someone likes being tied down and punished.”
I don’t like it. I fucking love it.
I’m grateful I’m gagged. I can’t say anything that would get me in trouble.
“Spread them wider for me.” He taps the inside of my thigh.
I part my legs.
If I was reading one of my favorite books and the heroine was about to get rammed outdoors by her hot, older, forbidden ex-boyfriend’s ex-stepdad who happens to be a formidable hockey player, I’d be reading this passage with one hand holding the book and the other working my clit.
“Oh shit,” Kaz says.
My eyes widen. What is it?
“I don’t have condoms with me. I’ll have to go up to my bedroom to get some.”
Well, that would kill the mood.
I shake my head and grunt.
“Sounds like you have something to say.”
I nod.
He tugs my panties from my mouth.
“I’m clean. And I’m on birth control. So…” I arch a brow.
He arches one back. “Is my girlfriend telling me she wants me to fuck her bareback?”
I respond with an enthusiastic nod. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“You know what that means?”
“We’re about to have hot sex?”
He shakes his head. “Such an eager little slut.”
I grin from ear to ear.
“It means I’m the only cock allowed to fuck you.”
“I wouldn’t have it––” Then, it hits me. His ex-wife cheated on him. “I might’ve only had hookups, but I’ve always been the fool who was faithful.”
“You’re no fool, Harley.”
His words tug at my heart. “As for you, big Daddy, you fuck me so well, I’d be an idiot to want any other cock.”
He rewards me with a magnificent smile. “My girl gets off on scenes from porn on paper.”
“Hey, show my books the respect they deserve. It’s called smut.”
He winks, and I almost melt in a puddle of lust.
“Open wide.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice.
He stuffs my panties into my mouth and disappears from view.
Let the dirty begin.
He snakes an arm around my waist, his chest resting on my back. “Ready for my cock?” His words send anticipation spreading through my body like embers igniting a fire.
I nod.
“Hold on tight.”
The edge in his voice suggests I do just that.
The searing heat of his tip glides up and down my pussy lips.
I moan when he catches my clit.
My fingers tighten around the rail and I tilt my hips back, lost to ecstasy.
He takes pleasure in teasing me, nudging the crown of his cock at my entrance, without giving me what I want.
He does that over, and over, and over again, gliding from my hole to my clit.
Each time the tip of his cock makes contact with my clit, sparks fly and I let out a strangled sound.
I so want him inside me. I groan and wiggle my ass in the hopes of enticing him.
He lets out a dark chuckle.
On the heel of a grunt, Kaz invades me, his thick girth stretching my pussy so nicely.
Fuck, yes.
“Goddammit, I wasn’t prepared for this,” he says. “I didn’t expect fucking your sweet pussy bareback would be this good.”
I whimper and nod in agreement.
“So fucking good,” he says, sliding in and out of me.
I clench around him, wanting more.
“Christ,” he says and gives me more.
When both his hands cup my breasts and his fingers tug at my nipples while he slams his cock deep, I think I’m seeing stars.
I can only imagine how lewd this scene would be if we were to get caught. Me naked, folded over a metal bench, my hands bound to the railing, while my boyfriend rams in and out of my pussy.
My boyfriend.
With the baggage I was carrying, I never dared to believe this could even be a reality. All this time, I was certain my trailer trash family’s callous actions would prevent me from getting close to anyone.
Kaz accepts every part of me.
He yanks my ponytail, jarring me out of my musing. The tingling sensation at my scalp sends a flurry of thrills down my spine.
“Your pussy was made for my cock, Harley.”
God, yes.
He grinds into me at a furious pace.
It’s wild. Unrestrained. He dominates every part of me.
“You were made for me,” he says through gritted teeth.
Fuck, yeah.
“I own every part of you. You hear me?”
I nod.
“Mine.” Pump. “You.” Pump. “Are.” Pump. “Fucking.” Pump. “Mine.”
I hum and offer an eager nod.
He’s so deep, I’m not sure I ever want him to pull out.
With each hard thrust, he pushes me closer to the edge.
I’m shaking all over, and he grips a hand at my waist to hold me steady.
I’m so close.
“Baby, there isn’t much left to me.”
I grunt.
He slides his cock all the way out before shoving it back in.
He reaches between us, where his cock disappears inside me, before his fingers find my clit.
I arch and twist, but my restraints limit my movements.
As he drives in and out of me, he closes his fingers around my bundle of nerves.
“Now, be a good girl and come all over your master’s cock. ”
Stars explode behind my vision and I go off like a damn rocket.
Holy Mother of Mercy.
My orgasm hits me so hard, my feet lift off the ground. Had it not been for my panties stuffed in my mouth, I’m sure the neighbors would have come running to help the dying cat.
He’s ruined me for all others, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Kaz pauses with his cock buried deep. “You ready for my cum?” He pulls the panties out of my mouth.
“God… yes.” I’m panting so hard, it’s a struggle to answer him.
I bring my legs together and arch my back.
“Damn, this position,” he says. “I can fuck you even deeper.” He grips my tits and his hips hammer against my ass as he chases his orgasm. It’s so intense, each thrust punishing, the smack of skin against skin resounding in the night air.
“I’m gonna fill you up—”
I contract my muscles in rapid staccatos, clenching against his invading cock.
His body goes rigid, his hips jerking forward. “Fuck, Harley.” With a roar, he empties himself inside my pussy, his cum filling me up. His hands grip my waist like a vice as he keeps fucking his cum into me.
There are no words to describe how hot this is.
He collapses against my back, his breath labored against my ear, and wraps me in his embrace.
After a few long beats, he undoes my restraints.
He grabs one arm and massages my wrist. The other wrist receives the same treatment.
My eyes bore into his. A million thoughts clamor in my head and they’re all competing to come out first. “Thank you, for hauling my ass back to your place.”
“Thank you, for being such a good girl.” He brushes a strand of hair away from my face and offers a warm smile. “You’re perfect, Harley.”
“I’m not—”
He places two fingers against my lips. “You’re perfect for me.”
It’s a struggle to accept his praise. “You’re pretty perfect yourself.”
“Glad you feel that way, Goldilocks, because I have no intention of ever letting you go.”
“Lucky me, since I always feel safe with you.”
His expression turns serious. “You are safe with me. Always.”
He tips my head up and captures my lips in a searing kiss.
I’ve never been this happy or content in my life.
This man… he’s my everything.