“Thank you, oh my god, thank you,” she moans, biting down on her lip with each inch I give her.
“Fffuuuck, Robyn.” I spank her left ass cheek, and she clenches so tight I grunt. “This world-class ass of yours is something to be desired.”
“Fuck me…” She pauses, then gets this look in her eye. “Fuck me harder, Da—”
“Don’t.” I pull out slow, pushing back in at the same speed. “You fucking d—”
“Fuck me,Daddy.” I fall forward, placing my right forearm beside her head and gripping her throat with my other hand, our lips so close I could… “No kissing, remember?”
I squeeze my hand firmer around her neck, her pulse throbbing underneath the pressure of my thumb. My lips graze the side of her face as I speak. “Who said I wanted to kiss a cock-hungry whore like you, little bird?”
“No… one.” She coughs, but there’s a smirk to her lips. “Give it to me.” Even as she’s being choked, she’s still a feisty one.
I growl deeply, pistoning my hips as I take her just the way she wants me to. “Who’d have thought my stepdaughter would be such an ideal cock-sleeve for me?” I huff with every word. My hips slap against her ass, my stomach clenching with every brutal thrust I give her. Echoes of her wild, pleasure-filled sobs bound from one wall to the next while I grunt hoarsely, her ass strangles my shaft in the best way.
“So that’s what you’ve been doing.”
Robyn screams beneath me and I instantly cover her half-naked body before turning to face the archway of the dining room. Three of my old army buddies stand there. Danny, covering his face, Pete, with his lips rolled between his teeth, and Sam, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
“Turn the fuck around, assholes!” I bark. “Jesus fucking Christ, a little privacy!”
Sam turns around instantly, nudging Danny, and Pete follows. “Guess you forgot we were supposed to be here today?” Pete chuckles.
I carefully pull out of Robyn and tuck my dick back into my pants. “How the fuck did you even get in?” Bending at the waist, I lift the boxers she was originally wearing and help her step into them.
“Sam picked the lock,” Pete snorts.
I watch Sam smack Pete roughly on the back of his head. “The fuck I did, asshole!”
I place a gentle kiss on top of Robyn’s head and look down at her. I’m just about to speak before she steps back. “I’m gonna” —she points her thump over her shoulder, still stepping backwards— “go take a shower.”
With her head low she quickly saunters past my friends, and neither of them say a thing until the sound of my bedroom door sounds out, then all three of them turn around simultaneously.
“If I’d have known you were balls-deep inside some chick that isn’tyour—”
“She’s notsomechick,” I correct Sam immediately. “It’s not like that.” Moving past them I make my way into the kitchen and the three of them follow me. “The least you could’ve done was called.” I open the fridge and pull out four beers.
“Wedid, twice.” Pete laughs, taking a bottle of Budweiser from me and unscrewing the top. “Now I know why you didn’t answer.”
“So—” Danny takes a beer from me and hops up on the kitchen counter. “Who’s the broad?”
I screw up my face, snorting at his term for a woman. “Are we in the 1960s or some shit?”
“You’re old enough to know,” he shoots back, smiling around the opening of the beer and taking a large sip. “But back to the matter at hand… Who is she? And where’s Art the Clown?”
Danny’s nickname for Jennifer never fails to make me laugh.
Forgetting the three of them were coming over this weekend for dinner and a catch-up was my bad—I’ve clearly become far too wrapped up in Robyn to have remembered.
Either that or I’m getting old.
I wasn’t exactly prepared for any of this, nor was I ever planning on telling anyone but my brother. Mainly because he knows how to keep his mouth shut, and these three assholes will never let me live this down.
I clear my throat, pulling out a kitchen chair from next to the island and parking myself down on top of it. Cold alcohol swirls into my mouth and I swallow, wiping my hand down my beard. “I’m divorcing her.” All three of my friends freeze mid sip, their eyes bugging out in surprise.
“Shit,” Pete huffs. “Sorry, man, that’s… rough.”
“Long time coming.” I shrug nonchalantly.
