Page 8 of The Man of the House

“Y-yes, Evan. God, yes. More.” She’s sweating hard, her hair sticking to her face, and drool on her chin.

I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.

We switch positions until she’s under me and I’m hovering above her, my cock still inside her tight pussy. I raise her arms over her head, pinning them with one hand, as I begin thrusting into her.

“You like this, baby? Your cunt likes my cock? Watch it, baby. Watch my cock disappear inch by fucking inch.”

“Yes, fuck. Oh God. Deeper. Harder. Evan, please.”

I fuck her harder, one hand squeezing her tit while my mouth covers the other. I suck on the skin, making sure it leaves a mark. Making sure I leave a mark that will take days to fade.

“Holy shit, Elena. You’re so fucking hot, and you take me so well. Such a good girl.”

She responds with a low, long moan as she tugs her hands free, her nails raking along my back. She’s leaving her mark on me as well. Good girl.

“I’m about to come, Elena. You come with me, okay? Let me fill you.”

“Y-yes.”

My thrusts become wild and uncoordinated. I’m just driving into her with everything I have as my finger finds her clit again to help her along. She trembles when the first spurt of come coats her walls.

“Ride it out, Elena. Ride it out on my cock. Come for me, baby.”

Spots of color dance before my eyes as I come harder than I’ve ever had. I fill her as she pulses around my cock, her hips moving as I soften inside her.

God, she’s perfect. This is perfect. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this. Forever and ever.

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ELENA

Iwait for the guilt to come, but it doesn’t. Regret? None. Shame? None.

In broad daylight, I expect to feel the full gravity of what Evan and I did last night. I expect to feel shame and the desire to dig a hole for myself and stay there for the rest of my life.

I don’t.

As he slides a hand across my bare stomach and cups my breast, I only feel happiness. When he cups my face and kisses me softly and slowly, butterflies flutter in my belly.

Why did I have to fall for him of all people? Why did my heart jump at the sight of him? Why did I feel so darn happy and contented when he held me after he fucked me senseless?

I can’t explain it, but I know, deep in my core, this goes beyond sex. I can actually picture it in my head—him and me together for the rest of our lives.

Of course, that is, if we’re both brave enough to hold our heads high as we see all the judgmental people turning their noses up at us. And there will be plenty.

You don’t sleep with your stepdad. Period. But I did and I loved it, and I would do it again and again without remorse.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Evan says as he puts a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me. He’s been cooking for me whenever he can, but he needs to go back to work when I leave.

Leave.

God. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I have my plane ticket ready, and in a few days, I’ll be across the country from him.

We haven’t talked about our future. We’ve been skirting the issue, and none of us is looking forward to opening up about it.

“Do you think Mom hates us? You know, with what we did.”

Evan sits across from me, his eyebrows knitting together. “Your mom wasn’t a hateful woman. She was still in love with your dad, and she always told me she wouldn’t stop me from pursuing anyone I liked, even while we were married.”

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