“That’s no way to apologize,” he said.“You know what you have to say.”
“Arch,” I whimpered, “please.”
“Say it, Hellcat.”
“Breed me,” I whispered.
“I want to hear you.”
“Breed me.”
“Loud and fucking proud for your stepbrother.”
“Breed me!”I cried, pushing my hips back toward his.
Arch slammed his dick deep inside me, and I moaned out in pleasure.He pounded into me wildly.
With one hand on my lower jaw, forcing it open, Arch placed his other hand on top of my head, his fingers peeling my eyes open for him.He thrust himself into me and up against the car.“Keep those pretty eyes open for me.”
The pressure rose higher and higher inside my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge.
“You see how your mouth should look around me?”he growled, shoving my face into the side-view mirror.“Open and obedient.”
Heat exploded through my body, and I cried out in pleasure.I gripped on to his forearm to hold me up as wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through my body while I stood on the side of the road, in the middle of Redwood, as my stepbrother’s cum shot into me.
CHAPTERFORTY-THREE
ASTRID
Sitting in the car,I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles whitened as I stared at Diya’s house.Usually, as soon as I pulled up to her place, I jumped out of the car and headed to the front door immediately.But tonight,oh boy, that was not happening.
Dim moonlight illuminated the brick exterior near the front door.My heart pounded.
I’d been sitting on the side of the road for at least ten minutes, hoping that Diya wouldn’t notice and run out to get me.I needed to build as much courage as I could in case this really was the end of our friendship.My fault, of course.
My gaze dropped to my phone sitting in my lap, Diya’s texts playing on replay.
Diya: We need to talk.
God, I wanted to die right now.
Knee bouncing, I grabbed my keys from the ignition and stuffed them into my purse.Fuck it.No more waiting.I had to rip this Band-Aid off and get this over with right now.If I waited any longer, I’d drive back home and?—
Before I could finish my thought, the front door opened, and Calix walked out, his broad shoulders relaxed and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jean jacket.Where was he going?He hadn’t told me that he had anywhere to go tonight.
Maybe he was going to see someone else … Mira perhaps?
The thought hit me hard, both sharp and unwelcome.
“No,” I murmured to myself.“You’re not following him.”
I was just looking for ways to get out of talking to Diya.
I stayed in my car as Calix slipped into his and drove off, his taillights disappearing down the street.After pushing my feelings away, I exited my car and headed up the driveway, then up the front walkway to the door.
My fingers hovered over the doorbell.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
