Page 10 of From Stepbrother to Daddy (Stepbrothers Behaving Badly 1)

There was the light in the hallway and I should have been worried that if someone came up to the door, they could see me.

But I didn’t care. I wanted him to take me.

And he did just that as he pinned his weight against me. I couldn’t move; I felt helpless trapped underneath him.

His kissed me from my neck to my shoulders. There was a hunger in his movement as he started to peel me apart from the inside. I felt his frustration, anger and desire for me and I reacted the same way as he took my nipple in his mouth. He teased it with his teeth as he flicked it with his tongue. Then he moved to my other breast.

“I want to taste you. Make you come on my tongue.”

I didn’t understand what he meant, but as he moved downward and then continued to kiss my body as he moved in between my legs, I knew exactly what he wanted. He tugged down on my pants.

“Take it off. All off.”

He wasn’t asking me, he was just telling me—or maybe himself—what he wanted. I didn’t even know if he was reacting to me. Part of me didn’t care that Tom could be watching us, wanting to be like us. But he couldn’t do that. No man could make me feel the way that Liam was making me feel right now as his tongue darted into my pussy, and knowing that he was taking my orgasm made me want to give it to him even more. My body trembled as it felt the pleasure he was giving to me. He moved with expertise; I wasn’t naïve enough to think that I was the first girl that he had done this for, but as he stopped for a moment and said, “You taste so fucking good,” I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. His tongue darted around my clit as he began pushing me to the edge and I held on to his head for balance. All I could do was stand and grab a hold of his hair and moan. Soon his fingers started to join his tongue as his tongue rubbed my clit and his thumb rubbed my G-spot. I knew that I couldn’t control myself any longer as I started to scream. The more I did it and pressed my hips against him, the harder he seemed to do it.

No, it didn’t hurt.

He was pushing me closer and closer to the edge and he knew it. I couldn’t hold on any longer as he picked up his rhythm and with one last stroke, one last gentle bite on my clit, that was it, and I screamed as if my life depended on it, “Arrh!!”

There was no holding back as my body started to shake and my knees gave way. He jumped up and caught me. I didn’t know where I was going; I could only assume that he was taking me to his room.

“Just say your dad comes back,” I said as he carefully laid me on the bed as if I was a delicate flower.

“You need to stop pushing me away and accept that there’s something deeper that connects us.”

I ignored him; I didn’t want to be lectured. I’d given him my virginity, but I couldn’t give him my heart. I had to stop thinking like this; we were going to different colleges and we wanted different things in life.

“Don’t you even think about pushing me away!” He said as he wrapped his arms around me. “We have four weeks until the prom and I’m taking you to it and in between that time we’re an item. I’m not sure about telling your mom and Dad yet. But not because I want to keep it from them. It’s just weird seeing as they’re dating.”

He stopped for a minute; I was sobbing in his arms. I couldn’t face him, but I knew that I would have to eventually.

“Our parents aren’t coming back till Monday. It seems that my dad is a dirty old man.”

He made me smile and I realized for the first time that no one has been able to do that when there were conversations about my dad. Usually, I argue and cry myself to sleep. I don’t talk about it or even think about getting it off my chest.

But as the words started to pour out of my mouth. I realized that I wasn’t scared of loving him. I was scared of losing the way that he made me feel. I’d once had one man that made me feel on top of the world all the time. The thought of losing another man who did the same thing felt too unbearable. I started to cry some more and talk a lot more about the past. It didn’t feel so bad then. Not one little bit. If at all.

Chapter Seven

“We’re going to be out of here soon,” Chanel smiled as she spun round one more time.

“You guys look beautiful,” Mom said as she took a photo. The thirtieth one she’d taken since she came up the stairs.

“I can’t believe my baby girl’s going to be leaving home. Then you’ll graduate. Have kids and get married,” she stared to move her peroxide hair from her eyes as she cried. Mom had spent a bit too much on her looks ever since she started dating Henry. I wanted to tell her that she was perfect, just being a natural brunette like me. Now, she spent nearly all her time either with him or getting beautiful for him. She would say that she did it for herself, but I knew the truth. Mom was feeling lonely.

Up until now, it had been her and me. Now I was leaving home. She must have realized that she’d been working all this time for her daughter. The one that managed to get into an Ivy-League college based on her grades, with a scholarship. She didn’t have to pay a penny; that was the thing that made me confident about going to college. Knowing that I wouldn’t be a burden to her.

“Mom, you’ll have Henry to keep you company,” I said as I walked up to her. I nodded at Chanel; it was her cue to leave Mom and me alone to have a little chat. Something I should have done four weeks ago, when I started fooling around with Liam. I could almost say that we were in a relationship, but we were going to different colleges. I wasn’t naive enough to think that he would be waiting for me when I got back home.

Long distance relationships never work and I was going to college to study and have a bit of fun, even though deep down inside I wished that we were going to the same college. Maybe it was a good thing that we were going to different ones.

We wouldn’t get in each other’s way.

“I know,” said Mom, interrupting my daydream. “Henry will be a lot more than that.”

“They’re here!” Chanel shouted out from the bottom of the stairs. I had visions of her standing outside on the porch. Discretion and Chanel never went hand-in-hand, especially when it came to Dwayne.

She was worshipping hi

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