Page 14 of Stepson

She vigorously nods her head, biting down on her bottom lip.

Fuck, this is hot, but it’s not enough. I need to feel her wet cunt wrapped around my dick as I thrust into her. But then she moves a hand between her legs and starts circling herself. I’m so distracted by her body I forget I wanted to fuck her.

My fingers thrust faster and harder into her pussy to match her pleasuring, which only makes her squeeze my dick harder. My orgasm is right here as my balls tighten.

“Fuck,” I growl as she pants.

“Don’t. Stop,” she begs between breaths.

Her pussy squeezes my fingers so tightly it’s getting difficult to fuck her with them. Fuck, I wish this was my dick right now.

“Ah!” she cries out as I feel her walls pulse on my fingers.

They get impossibly wetter as she cums on them, and I’m right behind her. My cum shoots out of my dick like a cannon as I bite the top of her shoulder, pinching her nipple even harder.

“Ohmygod!” she shrieks.

“Fuck my fingers, Bentley. Fuck them hard.” I thrust harder, curving them to find her g-spot.

She collapses on the island as she lifts her leg just enough to give me better access. Her moans echo through the kitchen as I continue to thrust, pushing her to the brink of insanity.

Then she pulls her hand from my jeans and tries to catch her breath, still pressing her tits onto the granite countertop. Without hesitation, I bring my hand around and stick my fingers into her mouth.

“Taste yourself, Bentley. Don’t you taste fucking amazing?”

She laps my fingers and moans, making my dick come back to life.

But then Maggie’s radio shuts off, and I feel Bentley go stiff before she shoots up and pushes me away.

Her cheeks are bright red as I chuckle, leaning up to whisper in her ear.

“The fun is over for now, but when the staff leaves tonight, you’ll be screaming.” I lightly slap her ass, making her yelp before I storm out of the kitchen.

I’ll keep our secret to myself for now, but one of these days, she’ll be mine again. And I won’t hide that shit from anyone.

Chapter ten

Bentley

My legs shake as I try to finish cutting up these apples. Gabe just gave me one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a very long time, and now I have to be around Maggie with a straight face. I’m starting to love his presence, but I hate it at the same time. He’s going to get me in huge trouble if he keeps this up.

“How are the apples coming along?” Maggie asks as she tears her apron off, tossing it onto the counter. “Oh, Bentley, are you feeling unwell? Your cheeks are red. Do you have a fever?”

I have a fever, all right. Gabe makes me so hot I actuallydofeel a bit dizzy and light-headed.

“No, I’m okay. I just came in from outside. It’s very warm today.” It’s a total life, and I can’t look her in the eyes when I speak. She’ll know I’m lying.

I continue to cut up the apples, placing them in a bowl for Maggie to make homemade apple crisp. It’s my favorite childhood dessert. But my thoughts keep returning to Gabe, and I feel like I need a stiff drink.

Ditching the apples, I walk over to the liquor cabinet and pull out a bottle of Peach Whiskey and take a greedy drink. I look over my shoulder to find Maggie watching me with a curious gaze in her eyes before she quickly looks away. I know she worries about me, but she shouldn’t.

Another staff member walks into the kitchen as I take one more drink and put the bottle back. She smiles warmly at me before she turns her attention to Maggie.

“I’ve finished folding the linens. Should I tend to Gabe’s bedroom next?”

My ears perk up at the mention of Gabe’s name and of his bedroom. I mostly picture his bed and what he’d look like sprawled out naked as I crawl up his tattooed body, lapping my tongue over the backside of his dick as he squirms beneath me.

“Did you catch that, Bentley?”

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