Chapter Four
Summer
“You’re dripping all over my floor, Summer,” he scolds, his voice deep and angry. “Take that damn thing off and get dry.” My body has missed this man so much, but my mother’s words have kept me away from him. I wasn’t going to be her pawn, even though I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath. Every time I saw him passing by, I hid, but I still watched as he walked away, staring at his killer backside.
“Okay.” I tugged on the strings without breaking eye contact. The top of my swimsuit falls, revealing my large breasts to him, nipples pebbled by the air-conditioned room and his taunting gaze.
“What are you…” he pauses, and then a smirk spreads across his rude, handsome face. “Continue, if you dare, that is.”
Unwilling to be intimidated, I finish what I started, baring myself to him. The evidence of my good work was visible in the stretched-out line of his pants. Wow, he really stretches them out.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to dry off.” I grab my towel and wrap it around me as best as I can, but my hands fumble a bit. Once I do tuck it around my breasts, I move to walk by him, but he snatches my wrist.
With a fierce and sensual promise in his eyes, he stares down into my eyes. “No, first you’re going to take care of the mess you made.” He snags the towel off my body, dropping it onto the puddle on the floor, and then pushes me down to my knees. If he thinks he’s going to win, he’s wrong. I want him, and I’m so horny, so I’ll take what I can to get away from my mother. If that means giving him anything to escape her clutches and finding a way to run away, I’ll sleep with him. Sliding the towel onto the floor. I wipe up the water, sensually spreading my legs and giving him a view of my backside as I do it.
A low rumble comes from deep within his chest. The sound of his belt echoes loudly in the kitchen, and then his zipper follows, sending a shiver of excitement through me.
“Fuck,” he groans before he drops down behind me. His hand presses directly on my pussy, two fingers stroking my lips. “My, my, my wet Summer. So wet for me.” He rubs me up and down, and every time it’s so painfully slow that I lean in for more, back bowing and ass popping, to give it to him. “Greedy little stepsister. Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes, yes, I do.” I can’t deny it. His fingers move away from my pussy, and I want to cry, but when I turn my head toward him, he’s sucking them into his mouth.
“Tell me. Are you protected?”
“No. I’m not.”
“Okay.” Damn, it means he’s going to stop. He drops to his stomach on the kitchen floor, and his face is stuffed into my ass, eating my pussy. I scream out, moaning and clenching the towel as I hold on to the only thing keeping me upright. He munches down on my core, grounding his mouth deeper. He pulls back and then takes off his shirt, diving back in, stuffing a finger in my hole while tonguing me down. I cry out, grinding my bottom up in his face, riding it hard. He cups my ass cheeks, and then my orgasm hits me fast.
“Drake,” I scream, shaking. “Oh God. I’m coming.”
“Good. Come for your stepbrother.” He lifts his head up and trails kisses up my back, and I feel his thick cock at my entrance. “Be a good girl and take your stepbrother’s cock. I’m going to stuff it into your tight hole for teasing me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to take it like the little brat that you are.” He pushes the head in, and my virgin entrance braces for the bulbous tip. I gasp as he stretches me out. His hands press down on the floor beside mine as his cock enters me completely, bottoming out inside and tearing through my virginity. “Oops. It looks like you gave your cherry to your stepbrother.”
“What are you going to do with it?”
“I already devoured it. Now I’m going to savor it.” He slowly pulls nearly all the way out before languidly pushing back in, teasing my tight insides. My body doesn’t know how to respond to the pain and pleasure. I moan and whimper. “Relax, little step-sis. I’m trying to be gentle. Later, I’m going to take you harder and faster.” He leans forward and wraps his large hand around my throat, giving it a squeeze. “You fucked up my world, Summer. It’s only fair that I fuck up your pretty little cunt.”
“Please,” I beg, unaware of what I’m asking for, but I need him to give me whatever he wants. He squeezes a little tighter while stroking in and out of me. The pain from between my legs disappears as my pussy floods with liquid. Drake picks up his pace, removing his hand from my throat to my breasts, plucking on my hard nipples. Suddenly, he pulls out, and I think he’s going to finish, but he flips me onto my back and lifts my legs over his shoulders.
“I want to look into your eyes when I flood your little hole.” I gasped.
“I’m not on any birth control.”
“That’s a chance we’ll have to take because I’m not pulling out, baby.” He slams back inside me, and my pussy greedily welcomes him. His mouth lands on mine for our first kiss, and it’s a hungry one. Our tongues collide, mashing together as his cock bangs on my cervix. “Come, so my seed can do its job.”
He slides his hand into my hair and tugs it tight. “That’s right. I’m trying to breed that pussy. Your momma’s not going to like me now. I’ve got her daughter trapped in my house fucking her bare unprotected pussy, getting it ready to have my babies. You’re going to give me what I want. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Daddy is going to be mad.”
“That’s okay. Because you’re a bad girl, and I needed to punish you. You got the floor all wet and then acted like a brat. So, take that dick like a good girl.”
“Yes, please give it to me.” He bends down and sucks my breast into his mouth, and I get my second orgasm. That’s when he bites down softly before releasing it and roaring, pumping hard and fast, coming inside of me.
He pulled out, and there was a tinge of pink on his cock. “I never knew I liked the color pink before.” He grabs my face and slams his mouth on mine. “You did so good. Now, it’s time to shower and go to bed.”
I woke up and saw a message on my phone. Peter is on his way to get you. Be ready. He wants to spend some quality time with his favorite stepdaughter.
After the way Drake reacted the last time that I mentioned my stepfather, I doubt he’ll help. I have to do the only thing I can. I ran. Looking at the man who made me so happy, I whisper, “Please forgive me.”
As I made my way to the bus depot, I second-guessed my decision. Maybe I should have given Drake the benefit of the doubt. After all, what happened last night changed everything, and perhaps I had read things wrong the first night. Then, another message pops up from Peter himself. I can’t wait to see you. Panic takes over, and all rationale flees my brain. I stay the course and book my ticket. Being as far away from my mother is the safest thing in the world, even if it means losing the man I love.