No lie. His dick felt indescribable, as he filled and stretched me out. It wasn’t long before I was wildly fucking him, praying that our sex couldn’t be heard in the hallway.
My pussy was contracting around him, as another toe-curling orgasm ripped through my body.
Loving the way my body felt, I kept riding him, deciding that I was chasing as many nuts as my body would allow.
Chapter 5
Breeze
My head popped up, as I realized that I’d been knocked out on the plush carpeted floor. Glancing around, I remembered that I was too drunk to make it to my room, and must’ve passed out on Summer’s bedroom floor.
Reaching down, I realized that I was at least wearing shorts, and hadn’t run the risk of either of our parents finding me naked in her room.
“Damn,” I grumbled, as I could still taste her in my mouth.
The shit was wild. I’d literally fucked my stepsister, all night long.
Sitting up a bit more, I saw that she was laying across her bed, hair sprawled over her face, while she was still butt naked. That ass was so fat, that my dick helplessly hardened.
“Summer.” I gripped her shoulder and shook her awake.
“Huh?” She groggily questioned, as her eyes sluggishly opened.
“Hey.” I found myself caressing her back. “You might wanna put some clothes on.”
She rolled her eyes, and pouted, as her chin rested on the bed. Crazily, with sleep still in her eyes, she was still fucking gorgeous. “For what?”
“Because I’m in here and your mama could easily pop up in here.”
“No. She can’t. My door is locked.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” She sat up, as her sizable bare titties bounced.
Sitting there, I could see that she wasn’t a bit shy about her body. Even without the alcohol, she was comfortable in her birthday suit. And that was such a stark contrast from most of the girls I’d dealt with. They were usually shy, or self-conscious, while she exuded confidence.
“So…I bet you probably tripping off what happened last night.”
“Umm…” She cutely tucked her lips into her mouth. “Not really.”
I licked my lips. “I’m saying. You don’t feel bad about cheating on Harlem?”
Again, she shrugged. “I’m eighteen. He’s seventeen. The likelihood of us being together forever is probably slim to none. Like you said, he’s NBA bound. So, in the grand scheme of things, cheating at this age shouldn’t even count. I’m living and experiencing some shit.”
“What?” I lightly chuckled, realizing that Summer’s mind was wired completely different from the average teenaged girl. It was like she was able to step outside of herself and assess the situation from a wise perspective.
It was definitely telling, as she was knowledgeable beyond her years, which probably gave her immeasurable power. To be incredibly manipulative.
“So, there’s no part of you that’s remorseful about what happened last night?”
“Mmm.” She seemingly thought about it. “Harlem would definitely be pissed if he found out. And I’d be mad, if he messed with one of my friends. So, we know that it wasn’t right.But…nobody has to know. And nobody gets hurt.” She shrugged. “It is what it is.”
“And you aint gone blame it on the alcohol?”
She deviously grinned. “I mean, it could’ve been the alcohol. So, I guess that I need to hop on it, while I’m sober.”
“Yeah—”
