Page 8 of Baby for Stepmom

Do you need to reschedule?

No, I’ll meet you at the hotel in an hour

My father wasn’t coming home tonight until late… and thanks to the period tracker he’d left installed on his old device, I knew that right now Delila was fertile.

She was just in the other room. Bound up and ripe for the taking.

I felt myself getting hard again.

SEVEN

DELILA

Everything was heavy, like there was a fog hovering over my brain. Weight pressed me down, rocking into me. The heaviness over my eyelids was so hard to fight against.

Then a groan, masculine and very satisfied, jolted me awake.

I reached over to rub my face, my wrist barely moved when it was stopped. I tugged at my wrist harder, but something held me back.

A sharp thrust alerted me to the movement in my core.

Filling me so intensely, it was like I was a virgin all over again, taking something that felt too big. Splitting me open.

What the…

Pleasure flooded me as the monster cock stroked at just the right spot within me.

Sweet fiction was coiling between my thighs, as the most massive dick I’ve ever taken slammed into me again and again.

A whimper slipped out as a harsh thrust dove into me, rearranging all my organs.

“Shhh, I’m not going to hurt you.” He cooed into my ear.

That voice… that somehow calmed me down and filled me with dread all at the same time.

“Jax?” I whispered.

There was no way.

Jax would never…

I fought against the fog weighing me down, enough to raise my head to see—my stepson, Jax, stared right into my eyes as he lowered his mouth to my breast, pressed his lips against my nipple and sucked.

Oh, fuck.

“No,” my protest came out as a moan, as Jax slammed into me hard enough for me to see stars. Thrusting into me over and over, so rough that my eyes started rolling back.

He reached down between my thighs, unerringly brushing against my clit and pressed—stroking me in rough circles that were right there. The friction was so much more intense than how I touched myself. More than I had ever been touched.

His perfectly sculpted, washboard abs flexed as he moved inside of me—and those hard thrusts, the rough circles against my clit, it was too intense. All too much.

I cried out as I came—a sharp burst of pleasure. A warm shiver surged through my body as my pussy clamped down, pulsing rhythmically against Jax’s massive cock.

Fuck.

I was boneless and melting into the bed. I’d never come that hard before in my entire life.

Jax kept pressing harsh circles against my clit, not letting up, drawing out my orgasm until I finally stopped shuddering under him.