Page 23 of Baby for Stepmom

She tasted like raw sex. Like hard fucking, and the cum I had pumped in her last night to keep her topped off.

She tasted like she was mine.

Whimpering helplessly, Delila arched her hips, shamelessly grinding her pussy into my face. Moments away from release.

I pulled away from her once again, waiting until her ocean blue gaze met mine.

“Don’t let my father touch you anymore.” I ordered.

“What?” Her eyes were half hooded, and dazed—I had her right on the verge of coming.

“Don’t let my father fuck you. From now on, this pussy is just for me.”

“Jax,” Delila whined, trying to arch her hips closer, on the edge of pleasure and wanting to fall to it.

But that wasn’t going to happen. Not until I had her word.

Now that my baby was in her belly, I would not let her risk catching something from my father’s cheating cock. Besides picking Delila, I trusted his taste in women about the same as I would trust a used condom in the middle of the road after it had been hit by a car or two. Before, when I needed him to believe that this baby could be his, I allowed it.

But now I had gotten what I needed, and the old man hadn’t deserved her in a long time—I don’t know if he ever did.

“Tell him you’re feeling sick. Just tell him no.”

“What? Are you serious?” Delila was blinking, like she was coming down from her high.

Well, we couldn’t have that.

“I’m taking you from him.” I kissed a trail up the smooth skin of her inner thighs, stopping at her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Flicking my tongue, I teased her with delicious friction.

Delila dropped her head against the pillows, scrunching her eyes shut, moaning helplessly.

I knew I had her when she grabbed at my hair, pushing my face right where she needed it.

Good.

I was hers, as much as she was mine, and I would be damned if she didn’t make use of me.

I was going to give her nothing but pure pleasure.

Sealing my mouth against her clit, I sucked. Hard.

Her legs shook as she came, screaming with the intensity of her climax. I kept up the pressure, kissing her clit gently and licking her through the aftershocks, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible.

I climbed over her, bracing my forearms on either side of her head, with her release slathered down my chin.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“It’s yours.”

“That’s right. Don’t you dare forget it. From now on, you’re only going to take my cock. It’s going to be my cum in your belly and my children in your womb. Do you understand?”

Delila’s jaw dropped.

Was she really that surprised? Hadn’t she been paying attention to the lengths that I was willing to go to take her for myself?

After a moment, Delila nodded hesitantly, silently agreeing. She might have been shy about it, but I didn’t miss the flash of satisfaction in her expression.

Like the cat that got the cream, or in this case, the pussy that got the cum.