Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
ASTRID
Arch bent me over the bed and shoved my skirt down to my ankles. I stared back at him, debating whether I wanted to make a break for it to piss him off or to let him take me.
He yanked his shirt over his head, and in the mirror behind him, I saw scars decorating his muscular tan back. My pussy tightened before he even thrust into it when I saw how the sunlight flooded into the room and bounced off his skin.
God, he is so ho—
Arch slammed into me and took a fistful of my hair in his hand. “Fucking bitch.” He pulled me up to him and ripped off my top, his hands all over my body. “You need me to treat you like the dirty little whore you are.”
“I don’t need—”
Before I could finish my sentence, I heard the front door open. “Astrid?”
“Fuck!” I said. “They’re home already?!”
Footsteps began ascending the stairs.
“Arch! You have to stop,” I exclaimed, grasping the bedsheets in my fists. “Please!”
I stared at the door in horror, waiting for Dad to open it and see his stepson fucking his daughter—and not in a nice way either! Arch had been absolutely wrecking every single part of my body, and I was sure that I looked … used.
“You have to hide,” I whispered, heart pounding.
“Who am I hiding from?” he growled into my ear, one hand around the front of my throat as he ruthlessly pounded into me. “Huh, Hellcat? Who am I hiding from? Your dad? What’s he going to do to me?”
My pussy tightened around Arch, and I whimpered out. After seeing all those scars on his back, I knew that not many people stood a chance against him. Out of all the members of The Crew, he was definitely the most psychotic.
“Astrid!” Dad called from down the hall, his footsteps becoming louder.
“Please, Arch,” I bargained. “I’ll do anything.”
He smirked against my neck. “Anything, hmm? Fine.”
Instead of pulling out of me, like I’d thought he would, he turned me toward my closet and bucked his hips forward, shoving me toward the door. I moved quickly, his cock deep inside me at all times. If he wasn’t going to stop, then we both had to hide. And fast.
I yanked the closet door open and shuffled inside, pushing clothes out of the way and pressing myself up against the wall. Arch stepped in behind me and shut the door, his hands immediately back on my hips, thrusting in and out and in and out.
Tightening around it, I pushed my fingers against the wall until they turned white. My tits were smashed up against my clothes, my head to the side so I could look back and make sure the closet door wasn’t open a smidgen.
Arch pulled my hips back so my upper body came off the wall just a bit, and then he slid his hands up my belly to my tits and squeezed. Hard. I clenched around him and bit my lip to hold back a moan.
God, this is so, so, so wrong!
“These fucking tits are mine,” he growled into my ear.
He pulled out of me and twirled me around so I faced him, tugging one leg up in the air and shoving his big, fat cock back into me. He captured one of my nipples into his mouth and bit down hard, sucking and sucking and sucking.
“Arch,” I whispered. “It hurts!”
“You fucking love it,” he murmured against me, his voice quieter than it had been. He moved his mouth up my tit and sucked on the skin so hard that it would definitely leave a mark. “Your pussy is so tight; it’s about to snap off my cock.”
Just then, my bedroom door opened, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop my whimper. Arch thrust into me harder and faster, the sound completely audible and wet. So, so, so wet.
“Astrid?” Dad called. “You home?”
“Fuck,” I whispered into my hand, the pleasure too much. “Fuck!”
Arch moved over to my other breast, capturing my nipple and biting down this time. I clenched around him and dug my fingernails into his muscular shoulder, my toes curling. He pulled back on it, then released it, letting my tits bounce together.
“Tell your dad how much of a slut you are,” he whispered against my chest.
“I’m a slut,” I murmured quietly, the pleasure too much.
“Louder.”
“Astrid?” Dad called again. “Your car is out front, and your keys are on the counter.”
I pressed my lips together and shook my head at Arch, but he took my tit in his mouth again and bit down even harder, this time causing me pain.
Then he pulled back just as hard and smacked me on the mouth. “Say it.”
“I’m a slut,” I cried softly. “Arch, please …”
“She’s not here?” Arch’s mom said from what sounded like the hallway. “I can’t find Archie boy either.”
Arch growled at the nickname and pinned me to the wall with his hand around my neck. He placed his forehead against mine, picking me up with both arms now, and slammed into my pussy as deep as he could get.
I cried out into his mouth in pure pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy rushing through my body. My pussy clenched on his dick repeatedly, and he grunted into my mouth, his warm cum spilling deep into my cunt.
“Maybe they’re downstairs,” Dad said to Arch’s mom.
Once the door closed and I finally came down from my orgasm, I pushed Arch away from me. His cum dripped down my thighs, coating my legs. He leaned against the wall, peering back at me with his eyes glazed over, lids half shut.
“Just what you needed, Hellcat, wasn’t it?”
“No,” I said, lying through my teeth and pulling open the door. “Better luck next time.”