3. Mark #3
The taste of her floods my mouth. Sweet. Warm. I swallow and switch to the right breast, milking her properly now, sucking in rhythm with my thrusts. Her milk flows easier, less pressure behind it. Her body relaxes further.
"Faster," she groans. Her fingers tighten in my hair. "Harder, Mark. Please."
The sound of my name on her lips snaps something inside me. I release her nipple with a wet pop and straighten up. My hands grip her hips, lifting her ass off the bed.
The new angle lets me drive deeper.
I fuck her harder. The bed starts to creak in earnest. Each thrust makes her tits bounce, milk still leaking from the tips and running down the curves. I can't look away.
My cock disappears into her pussy over and over, slick with her arousal.
"That's it." My voice drops lower, the way it does when I'm dangerous. "Take it. Take every inch of your stepfather's cock. This pussy is mine now. No more struggling alone. No more shitty apartment. You're going to live here and I'm going to fuck you every night until you're pregnant."
Her eyes go wide at the word. I don't stop.
"Gonna put a baby in you." I slam into her, grinding against her clit on every thrust. "Gonna fill this womb until it takes. Watch your belly swell with my kid. These tits are going to get even fuller. Gonna drink from them while I fuck you through every trimester."
She clenches around me so hard I see stars. Her hands fly to my chest, pushing and pulling at the same time.
"Mark—"
"Say it." I lean over her again, changing the angle so I can suck her tit while I pound into her. Milk sprays across my tongue as I latch on. I drink from her, greedy, while my cock works her pussy without mercy. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to knock you up."
Her answer comes out in a sob. "Yes. God, yes."
I switch breasts and suck harder. The combination of my mouth pulling milk from her and my cock stretching her open pushes her right to the edge. Her walls flutter wildly. Her thighs start to shake around my hips.
I release her nipple just long enough to growl against her skin. "Come on my cock. Let me feel this pussy milk me while I drink from you. Then I'm going to pump you full. Breed my stepdaughter like she deserves."
That does it. Her orgasm hits hard. Her back bows off the bed, pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses.
She doesn't scream. Just makes this broken, desperate sound that vibrates through her chest and into my mouth. Milk flows faster as she comes, flooding my tongue. I swallow every drop while I keep thrusting through her climax, drawing it out.
The feel of her coming around me—tight, wet, pulsing—shoves me over the edge right after her. I bury myself as deep as I can go and let go.
My cock jerks inside her, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. I keep my mouth on her breast through all of it, sucking lazily now, drinking while I empty myself into her womb.
When the last spasm fades I stay buried inside her. My weight rests on my forearms so I don't crush her. Our chests heave together. Sweat slick between us. Her milk and my spit coat her tits, shiny under the low light.
I pull out slowly. She winces again at the drag, but her hands stay on my shoulders like she doesn't want me to go far. I roll to the side and gather her against me, one arm under her head, the other wrapped around her waist.
My palm rests low on her stomach, right where I just came.
I kiss her then. Soft this time. Almost careful. Her lips taste like salt and the faint sweetness of her own milk. When I pull back I rest my forehead against hers.
"I got you, Maura. From this day forward, I will take care of you."
She doesn't answer with words. Just presses closer, tucking her face into my neck. Her breathing evens out against my skin.
The house stays quiet around us, the security system humming in the background, cameras watching every entrance but none of the ones that matter now.
My hand stays on her stomach. Possessive. Certain.
She's here. In my bed. Full of my cum. The rest of it—her classes, her job, the questions we still need to answer—can wait until morning.
For tonight, this is enough. Her soft curves against my harder frame. The faint scent of sex and milk in the air. The way her fingers trace one of the tattoos on my chest like she's memorizing it.
I close my eyes and let the weight of her settle deeper into my bones. She's mine now. Has been since the first time I saw her through those cameras. I don't do guilt. I don't second-guess. I made my choice, and she made hers when she said yes upstairs.
Tomorrow I'll show her the rest of the house. Get her clothes put away properly. Make sure she eats something that isn't cereal. But right now I just hold her, my cock still half-hard against her thigh, my hand protective over the place where I've started something neither of us can take back.
The night stretches quiet and dark beyond the balcony doors. Inside, her breathing slows into sleep against my chest. I stay awake a while longer, listening to the house, to her, to the new rhythm we've created between us.
This is just the beginning.