Chapter 4
Henry
I follow close behind her, grabbing onto her elbow and pulling her into a room. She yanks her arm out of my hold and glares at me as I shut the door.
“Is it mine?”
Her arms fold across her chest, giving me a bitter smile. “It’s a Dansworth heir.”
I narrow my stare, wondering if she thinks I’m so stupid that I don’t catch her wordplay. “But which Dansworth? That is the fucking question, Natalie.”
Her eyebrow raises. “One needed to inherit it all.” The emphasis is heavy.
We stare at each other, and my heart rate picks up. I can grasp what she’s saying, but it makes my stomach churn. “You’re a devious cunt.”
She narrows her stare. “Do you have any better ideas? You don’t have a claim at all. At least I stand a chance for it.”
“You want me to just pretend it’s not my baby,” I whisper angrily between my teeth.
While furious at this approach, I can’t condemn the logic or risk someone overhearing us.
There’s also the chance the baby isn’t mine at all, a complete ruse that she’s set up, but I can’t fathom how she’d skirt around a DNA test if it isn’t mine.
Natalie rolls her eyes. “Let’s not pretend you’re ready to be a father. You couldn’t leave the house fast enough, as soon as you blew your load.”
My hand wraps around her throat instinctively, but I keep my hold light as I back her up until she’s against the post of the bedframe. “I had just fucked my stepmother mere steps from where my father lay dying. I’m sorry I didn’t stick around and cuddle when I was disgusted with myself.”
She wraps her hand around my wrist, squeezing it tightly while her other hand rubs against my betraying cock. It grows harder every second she touches me.
“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t do it again.
” Her sultry voice fuels equal parts desire and anger.
I shove her toward the bed, and she climbs onto the mattress with her ass in the air, and rests on her palms. Her dress is shoved up, showing off her white panties, and I step closer, running my fingers along the small wet spot forming on them before yanking them to the side and teasing her heated flesh.
“You’re despicable. Wet for your stepson at your husband’s funeral.”
She tosses her hair over her shoulder to glare at me. “And what does that make you? Hard as a fucking rock for your stepmommy after burying your father six feet under.”
Undoing my pants, I shove my boxer briefs down enough to let my thick erection spring free. I yank her closer to the edge and thrust my cock inside her drenched cunt. I groan at the slick, tight channel gripping my length.
Natalie’s toes curl against my knees and her fingers claw at the sheets as she lets out a hoarse cry. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck Mommy with your giant cock.”
Both of us still at her words, my hold on her hips tightening as my dick throbs inside her and I struggle to hold back from coming.
She raises up onto her palms, staring at me over her shoulder with a wicked grin. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
I lick my lips, blowing out a breath before nodding. She presses her ass back against me.
“Then keep going. Pound Mommy’s pussy, baby.”
My balls draw up and my fingers dig into the flesh of her sides. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to think of anything I can to hold it off. It takes a moment before I calm down, and then I open my eyes, a surge of annoyance coursing through me at her taunting expression.
I pull back, slamming forward harshly and pushing my cock as far as I can. Natalie gasps, then groans before falling forward. I press down on her back between her shoulders, preventing her from rising up, and lift my foot on the mattress as I thrust over and over, making her feel every inch.
“Oh god. Harder, Henry. Yes, fuck.” Her cries spill out of her lips as I watch tears stream down her face. Her pussy clamps down on me and her legs tremble as she comes. Her hand snaps back, nails digging into my arm. “Come inside me. Come in Mommy, Henry.”
“Ah fuck,” I grunt, burying myself to the hilt as I explode.
I savor the feeling of emptying inside her pussy, my cum spilling wave after wave.
My legs give out and we tumble forward onto the bed.
I catch myself, my palms on either side of her and I glance down, seeing my softening cock still lodged tight in her pussy.
I shake my head at how much I love the sight.
Kneeling back, I swallow down the emotion as my cock slips out, and I watch thick globs of my cum spilling out right after.
Before I realize what I’m doing, my fingers swipe up the sticky substance and push it back inside her.
Natalie lets out a satisfied hum, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
“You like me full of your cum?” she asks.
My stomach constricts at her words, and I pull my fingers out, watching as she turns onto her back. Her hand skims down her body and then between her legs, swiping at her swollen pussy.
“You do, don’t you? Tell me, Henry.”
I swallow to coat my drying throat and nod. “Yeah, I like it.”
“Why?” Her legs fall farther open, giving me a clear view as her pussy flexes, pushing my cum out and down the crease of her ass.
My cock starts to harden again, and my chest heaves as she sits up and starts to stroke my heavy length.
“You’ve come in my pussy…got two places left and you’ve filled all my holes,” Natalie says, leaning forward and sucking my tip into her mouth. I groan, my eyes shutting briefly as she makes me harder than steel.
“You want me to fuck your ass?” I ask hesitantly.
Her mouth pops off, and she rises onto her knees, her nails scraping up my chest as she cups my face with a surprised look. Like an idiot, I just now realize she meant fucking her mouth.
“Do you want to fuck my ass, Henry?”
My heart skips a beat and I blow out a breath. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
Her eyebrows raise. “Then what do you say?”
I grab her waist, flipping her onto her stomach gently and then slide to her ass, kneading the plump globes. “Where’s the fucking lube?”
Natalie groans and scoots forward to reach under the pillow and holds the bottle out to me.
“You planned this?” I ask, pouring a generous amount on her asshole before puddling some in my hand and rubbing it along my cock.
“No, this is my room. Lube helps with toys, and I’ve been horny,” Natalie says as she rises on her knees, pulling her cheeks apart as I swipe my fingers down her crease and push into the tight hole.
She whimpers and pushes against my hand to suck me in deeper as she moans a low yesss.
I pump my fingers a few times before I’m too desperate to wait any longer.
Lining my tip up to her asshole, I push forward and nearly lose the ability to breathe with how tight her little hole is strangling my cock.
Natalie pants under me, chanting oh god over and over as I continue forward until my balls rest against her drenched pussy.
My eyes squeeze shut as I freeze in place, giving myself a moment to control the urge to come as she accommodates my size.
It’s so fucking tight and hot, the pleasure is nearly painful at this point, and it’s made more powerful by the fact that we even have the gall to be doing this.
We have guests downstairs, and yet the thought of pulling out right now would physically hurt me.
I don’t want to stop; I don’t care that I’m fucking my late father’s wife in the ass after I just came in her pussy.
Call me a horrible person, but at least my balls will be drained into the most perfect body I’ve ever had the absolute pleasure of being inside.
Natalie lets go of her cheeks, clawing at the sheets with her fingers instead.
I rock my hips, pushing into her plump ass with each stroke.
She grabs her pillow, biting down on it as I pump my cock harder in and out.
It’s been a long time since I fucked anyone in the ass, and I forgot how fucking good it feels.
“I’m not gonna last,” I grunt out, wincing when the smack of my pelvis against her ass cheeks is a little loud.
“Just come. You can eat my pussy later and make me come,” she breathes out.
I should tell her that’s not happening, but knowing myself, and how much I want to eat her fucking pussy, I don’t deny it. Instead, I grab her hips, thrusting my cock over and over into her ass, watching the ring of muscle grip and contract around my thick length with each stroke.
“Fuck, fuck. This is so wrong,” I say between grunts.
Only a few more thrusts and I’m done for.
I let go, spilling my cum inside my stepmother’s tight ass.
My cock throbs and jerks as I flood her with my release.
I’m still panting when I pull out, watching a small white pearl leak out of the puckered hole.
I shift off the bed as Natalie slowly turns on her back, her hand resting on her chest. I kneel between her open legs, and she rises up onto her elbows.
“Henry—”
“Shut up, I’m going to make you come on my tongue, and then we’re gonna go downstairs like it never happened.”
It’s eerily silent when I get back to my apartment for the night.
Usually a few club members hang around the back of the main building, which is a towing/junk yard, but lights are off everywhere.
I frown, parking my bike and heading up the stairs to my place.
My only neighbor swings open his door as I pass.
“Prez wants to talk to ya,” Taze says, nodding for me to come into the apartment. It’s as disastrous as the last time I saw it.
Empty pizza boxes, beer cans, and bottles litter the tables and floor.
At least they have the decency to put ash trays everywhere for the mounds of cigarettes they smoke.
It takes a lot of effort not to grimace at the smell of the place.
There’s a reason most of the women prefer to stay at my place if they come hang around the garage.
“Hey,” I greet the men sitting around the couches. Most of them grunt back with a nod.
“Sorry to hear about your pops,” Davie says, his fingers curling tighter around his beer bottle as he shifts in his seat. When I asked for the day, I had no choice but to tell them why. They’d see it in the newspapers anyway.
“Thanks,” I mutter, knowing it isn’t out of a true sense of condolence, especially since he quickly follows up with, “So what he give ya?”
Ack and Taze lean forward in interest, and I grimace, pulling at the collar of my shirt.
“I don’t know yet. I have to meet with the lawyer next week. I know he left my stepmother the house, so that’s out of the question.”
Ack tsks. “That greedy bitch. Why does she need all that room?”
My tongue aches as it dries, and I force a fake smile. “Right? Who knows?” Something in my mind has alarm bells ringing to not tell them about her pregnancy, and I realize that I don’t even trust these men with my life as much as I thought. I clear my throat, shifting on my feet.
“It’s been a long day. Mind if I hit the hay? I’ll follow up with the lawyer in the morning if he can get back to me sooner.”
Davie nods, waving me off, and Taze follows me out into the hallway.
“You should see if they can forward you any cash, man. We could really use the money.”
The thousands sitting in my bank is an offer sitting on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it back. “Yeah, good suggestion. I’ll ask.”
He pats me on the back and then heads back to his apartment.
When I get to mine, I lock the door and then head straight to my bed, sitting on the edge and rubbing my hands down my face.
When I went to my father’s funeral, I had every intention of still helping them out with whatever inheritance I got.
And while the money I did get could help them, I am conflicted.
I am going to be a father. I knocked up my stepmother, and fucked her again at my father’s funeral.
Something is seriously wrong with me, and the worst part is that I fucking admire the bitch for her plan.
If she taunted me to fuck her all along, I’ll never know, but at the end of the day it may be our only saving grace.
And I have to decide what I want to do. I couldn’t live with myself knowing she’s had my baby and not be involved with their life.
I swore a long time ago that I wasn’t going to be an absent dad after my father shoved me onto nannies.
“Fuck,” I grunt out, before turning and punching the mattress. There’s really only one option, and it means I have to screw over the only people who helped me after my dad disowned me. A part of me knows that they’d never be happy with whatever I gave them, that I’d only be a personal ATM to them.
Standing, I grab my backpack, and stuff it with the few pairs of clothes and toiletries I need to bounce from hotel to hotel until I can settle my mind.
If Natalie is going to use our baby to trick the estate lawyer into giving her the inheritance, then I deserve a portion of that as well.
That means I’ll need to do whatever I can to ensure the plan is airtight.