I cry out, gripping his forearms as he pushes deeper into my tight channel. My chest arches, my head bowing back over the landing below. Henry’s hold on me tightens, pulling me back toward him with each thrust forward. My hair sways with each rock of our bodies, and I’ve never felt so good. It’s like we are two missing pieces that slot together perfectly.
His thumb slides down, pressing down on my clit, and I jerk in his hold, clamping down on his cock.
“Oh god, yes,” I hiss out as he starts pumping himself in and out of me faster. I raise my leg to hitch it higher on his waist, and his next thrust hits a spot that has me seeing spots. Henry pulls me closer to him as he leans over, sucking my nipple into his mouth before biting it lightly. A shiver runs over my body, heat burning within as my legs start to tremble with my impending release. Henry switches to my other breast, and I’m done for.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan breathily.
He grunts, thrusting a few more times as my pussy contracts around him. Then his cock swells and jerks as he spills inside me. My eyes flutter as we both fall into our release, wave after wave until his cum leaves a hot, wet trail between my cheeks. It drips down the railing and onto the floor before he pulls out and sets me on my feet.
His face is ashen with flushed cheeks, his eyes wide as his chest rapidly rises and falls. I watch as he tucks his cock back into his pants with clumsy hands before he turns and storms down the stairs with heavy footsteps. When he slams the front door closed,I flinch and then bend down, using the corners of my dress to wipe up the spilled cum before running to my bathroom.
Chapter 2
Henry
I speed down the driveway,the roar of the motorcycle under me not as comforting as usual. Bile rises in my throat, and I almost pull over to purge it from my system. The desire to get as far away as possible is stronger so I swallow it down.
What the fuck have I done?
I fucked my stepmother while my father is on his deathbed.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I don’t even know why I did it. I don’t even like her. Sure, Natalie has always been hot as fuck. That’s one of the many problems I had with my father marrying someone younger than me. I shouldn’t find his wife attractive; that’s just wrong. He should have found it disturbing that she’s around my age, and when he didn’t, I couldn’t hold back my outrage. Anyone with eyes could see that she was marrying him for his money. Her family isn’t poor, but they aren’t on the Dansworth level.
Here we are three years later, my father dying, and she’s set to inherit it all for all I know. It’s fucking bullshit, and in my rage,I let her taunt me right into her pussy. It was like my brain blacked out, and the next thing I knew I was dumping my load inside her tight as fuck hole. Raw too. I’ve never fucked without a condom, something literally branded on my brain from my father.
My hands pull on the throttle, speeding up. I fucked the same woman as my father. My stomach is turning at the thought. And the worst part is I should feel disgusted by it, but her wetness still drying on my cock makes it twitch.
I shake my head, trying to dispel thoughts of my stepmother’s pussy. Someone I shouldn’t know biblically, but yet I do. It’s the least of my problems. I'd gone to see my father, and there’s a possibility I’ll never speak to him again. My heart aches. We have our differences, but I guess I thought we’d have time to fix them. I know deep down that his disowning me was a way to show tough love, even if I don’t believe in the path he set for me.
I figured I would give him some time to cool off, and then after a few years I could present him with my own business plan. I never wanted to join his company; it’s never been my desire. But I also understood I wasn’t entitled to his money to fund whatever I wanted to do. I had to leave and make sure this was something I could do for the rest of my life, and I thought he’d respect me for that.
Now I don’t know if we’ll ever get to have that conversation, let alone another one at all. On top of that, I think the garage I’m currently working for, with the club I accidentally joined, is expecting me to show up with money. It churns my insides because I never promised anything, but the expectation is there. They’ve been there for me when my father hasn’t, and that has to mean something in the end. I owe them some sort of debt.
I pull off the freeway, taking the streets that feel second nature to the place I’ve called home for the past few years. When I park, I tug off my helmet, keeping my eyes downcast because I don’t want to talk to anyone who is usually lingering around this place at all times.
Before I can storm up to the apartment, a series of whistles has me turning to face the shop. I wave them off and try to go up the stairs when Davie’s voice rings out.
“Come talk, Prince!”
Gritting my teeth, I follow his demand and shove my hands in my pockets as I stand before him and a few other brothers that help man the club’s garage. “What’d your dear ole daddy say? He gonna float the money?” Davie asks, the leer evident in his eyes.
He’s the president of the club, and I shouldn’t lie to him. Something stops me from telling the truth, and I can’t figure out why. I tongue my cheek for a few seconds and shake my head. “He didn’t speak to me.”
The men all groan, and Taze comes up, patting my shoulder. “Just keep trying, man. One day he’ll be forced to listen, it’s the least he can do.”
I nod solemnly and point over my shoulder. “I’m going to grab some sleep before my shift since I had to stop by there early.”
Half of them have already turned away, no longer interested since I didn’t secure the money. When I start walking back, Destiny falls into step with me. I glance at her curiously, having not seen her in the shop and wondering what she’s doing. Most of the club girls have office jobs in town and don’t usually hang around the shop, except during the weekends.
“You okay?” she asks.
I frown, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to look at her. “What do you mean?”
She shrugs, shifting on her feet. “I just mean, it can be a lot. Facing parents we initially cut off. I know the guys don’t think so, but I understand.”
Swallowing down the growing ache in my throat, I glance away from her. “It was…” I can’t really answer. It was overwhelming, it was underwhelming. It broke my heart, and yet, I’ve never experienced such a high.
