Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
CREED
A melia is on her knees with a mouthful of my cock. Her bedroom has a perfect view of Mackenzie’s pool house where she’s lying on her bed on her stomach, feet swinging in the air, making her pert ass look fucking perfect. That’s the image in my mind as my fake-ass wife sucks me off.
Mackenzie is always on my fucking mind. It's wrong, twisted, and yet I can't stop. I know I must let go of this obsession with her, but it's not easy. Not when I hate the woman I’m married to.
But to protect Mackenzie, I will do what I fucking have to. She can never find out I was fucking her mother all along.
Still, it’s been three fucking months and Mackenzie has not said a word to me. She has not so much as looked in my direction since I put a ring on her mother’s finger.
Every time I see her, every time I hear her voice, my body, and mind react in ways I can't control. That girl is like a drug, addictive and dangerous. I need to find a way to break free before it destroys me. Amelia doesn’t seem to be any wiser that her daughter and I had something going on, but she’s a malicious bitch, I would not put anything past her.
As I feel myself getting closer and I pull back, my cock popping out with a wet smack.
“Stay like that” I command, stroking my length with one hand and using the other to grip her face. I begin to jerk off in front of her face. She watches me intently, a hungry expression on her face.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” She obeys my command, and I continue to stroke myself until I feel my orgasm building. With a deep groan, I come hard, my hot cum shooting, painting her face. She licks her lips clearly enjoying the taste of my release.
“I’m going to shower,” I say, leaving her kneeling, cum dripping from her face.
“I’ll join you,” she says, rising.
“No!” My word is final. I won’t go that far. I fuck her only because it is necessary, but I won’t give the bitch much more than that. I down the contents of my whiskey glass, the only thing getting me through this sham of a marriage and enter the bathroom.
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From my seat on the back porch, I can see Mackenzie curled on her couch, the light from the television illuminating her features. I take a long swig of my third beer, then set it down, standing and crossing the lawn past the pool until I’m standing outside her door.
This is so fucked up.
As I lift my hand to knock, I hesitate realizing what a terrible mistake this could turn out to be. I am the one who created this distance and here I am, after a few beers too many at her door while her mother is asleep upstairs. Turning away I decided against it. Why should I put myself and her through this? The door opens anyway, and I stop in my tracks, turning, pushing my hands in my pockets.
“You gonna just stand out there or come in?” Mackenzie asks, one hand perched on her hip, head tilted, observing. She’s in one of my oversized t-shirt and fuck if I don’t want to reach underneath it and discover whether she’s bare.
I clear my throat. “Um…I just wanted to see if you were okay.”
She cocks a brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She folds her arms over her middle and it causes that t-shirt to ride up. In seconds I’m closing the distance between us, my lips slamming against hers enough to bruise as I carry her inside the pool house and kick the door closed. “I can’t get rid of you. I can’t stop thinking about you.” I set her on the entrance table, pushing between her thighs,
“When why the fuck do you try?” she hisses, her hands tugging my hair, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip, sucking at it then biting again. “I want you.”
“This is so wrong, baby. You know that, right?”
“It isn’t,” she hisses, wrapping her legs around me. “I’m the only fucking one you want, Creed.”
My hands slip under her shirt, and I let out a growl when I realize she’s bare. I grit my teeth when my hand connects with the smooth skin of her pussy and when I slip a finger into her slit, I nearly fucking come on contact. She’s as warm and delicious as I remember. My tight little minx.
My fingers work her roughly, and she spreads her legs for me like a good little girl.
“Good girl, soak step daddy’s fingers.” That seems to get her going because she starts to grind against my hand harder.
“I need more, Creed, please…”
“Shh, baby girl.”
“I don’t care if she hears. I want her to know you’re mine.”
“Fuck! I need to be inside you, little demon.”
“Then fuck me,” she whispers, and I’m practically bursting in my pants until I reach down and unzip it, letting my cock springing free. She reaches for it, stroking me as I continue to work her pussy with my fingers. I can feel her getting closer, her walls clenching around my fingers as she moans and gasps for air. I add another finger, stretching her out as she begs for release.
“That’s it baby, come for me. Show me how good I make you feel because when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you so deep that you'll forget your own name,” I growl in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
She cries out, her body convulsing as she reaches her peak, and I continue to stroke her gently until she comes down from her high.
“Condom, that drawer. She points and I quickly open it and sheath myself.”
I carry her off the entrance table and bend her over it, and I’m inside her before she even has a second to catch her breath. Mackenzie gasps at the intrusion.
“Oh, fuck! You feel even better than I remember.”
As I enter her from behind I work her clit with expert precision bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. It feels so fucking good to be inside her again. How did I ever think I could stay away from this pussy? I slide in and out of her enjoying the sight of her juices coating my cock.
“Creed,” she begs, her head falling to the table. “Please.”
“Please what, my little demon?”
“Please fuck me, hard…so fucking hard.”
My girl likes it hard, for her pussy to be destroyed. Even that first night, she wasn’t satisfied until I pounded her. It’s a good thing it’s what I like, too.
I continue to pump into her with increasing intensity, my fingers never relenting in their assault on her clit. With a rough tug on her hair, I pull her up towards my chest. “Imagine if mommy could see you now, baby girl?”
“See me fucking her little boy toy?” she asks breathlessly.
I pinch her nipples, biting down on her shoulder till she whimpers. “Fuck you?” I growl into her neck.
She knows just what buttons to push to make me lose control.
Fuck I am so close.
I bite down on her shoulder again, feeling her skin yield beneath my teeth, she lets out a moan that sends a shiver down my spine.
I growl into her neck, my hips slamming into her with increasing force. I can feel the heat building between us, the intensity of our connection driving us both towards the edge. And when we finally come, it’s together and in this moment, it feels like nothing else exists in the world but us.
I lean my head on her back, catching my breath, before pulling out of her.
“You’re going to be the death of me, little demon.” I know how wrong and fucking dangerous this is, but the thrill of it is almost too much to bear.
She turns to face me. “I hate you,” she spits, those big, gray eyes darkening.
“You don’t,” I say, sliding out of her. I discard the condom and straighten my clothing. She pushes me away and disappears down the short hallway into her bedroom. I leave, my heart thudding in my fucking chest.
Amelia is across the courtyard, she could have looked outside the window and seen us fucking. And that would be the end of me, of my life, my business, but why is Mackenzie so hard to resist?
A man like me has no business doing what I just did. Rich people like Mackenzie, my mind screams, have no idea what it’s like to be me.