Chapter 2
Elena was still catching her breath, her eyes hazy with pleasure, when I pulled her out of the chair.
I turned her around and pushed her down onto her hands and knees on the thick library rug. She gasped, but didn’t resist, instinctively arching her back for me.
I dropped to my knees behind her, yanked her robe and nightgown up over her hips, and thrust into her in one hard stroke. She cried out, her fingers digging into the rug as I started fucking her roughly from behind.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growled, one hand fisting her hair and pulling her head back. “Taking your stepson’s cock like a good little slut.”
I spanked her ass hard, the sound echoing in the quiet library. Then again. And again. Each slap made her pussy clench around me.
I reached around and wrapped my hand lightly around her throat, not squeezing hard, just enough to remind her who was in control. I leaned over her, biting down on the side of her neck as I pounded into her.
“You’re going to take every drop,” I snarled against her skin. “I’m going to breed you right here on the floor. Fill this pussy until you’re carrying my baby. You want that, don’t you? You want your stepson to knock you up.”
Elena moaned loudly, pushing back against me. “Yes… please, Walker. Breed me. I want it so bad.”
I fucked her harder, hair pulling, spanking her ass, biting her neck and shoulders as I claimed her completely. The sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room.
“You’re mine now,” I growled, tightening my grip in her hair. “This womb is mine. I’m going to keep breeding you until it takes. Until everyone knows who fucked you pregnant.”
I came hard, burying myself deep and flooding her with cum. Elena came right after me, her pussy pulsing around my cock as she cried out.
I stayed inside her, still holding her in position, my hand gently stroking her back as we both came down.
“Good girl,” I murmured, kissing the bite marks I’d left on her neck. “We’re just getting started.”
I pulled out of her slowly, watching my cum drip from her pussy. Elena was trembling on the floor, flushed and breathing hard. I wasn’t finished with her yet.
I scooped her up into my arms, carrying her bridal-style down the hall to the master bedroom — the one she shared with my father when he was home. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
I tossed her onto the big bed, her body bouncing slightly as she landed on her back. She looked up at me with wide, dazed eyes, still flushed from her orgasm.
I stood over her, stroking my cock as I looked down at her sprawled on the bed — robe open, nightgown pushed up, legs spread, my cum already leaking out of her.
“Stay just like that,” I ordered, my voice rough.
I stroked myself faster, staring at her tits, her face, her dripping pussy. Elena watched me with shy, hungry eyes, biting her lip.
I came hard, groaning as thick ropes of cum landed across her tits and face. She gasped softly, some of it landing on her lips and cheek. I kept stroking, milking every drop onto her body.
When I was done, I leaned down and scooped some of the cum off her tits with my fingers. I pushed her legs wider and slid my fingers into her pussy, pushing my cum back inside her.
“Keep it in,” I said, fucking my cum deeper into her with my fingers. “I want you full of me all night.”
Elena moaned, her hips twitching as I pushed more of my load back inside her.
I climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her against my chest, my hand resting possessively on her cum-covered tits.
“Mine,” I murmured against her hair.
She nodded, still catching her breath, cuddling closer.
“Yours.”