I’m still trembling from the sting of his palm when Slade’s hand comes down again, harder this time, the sharp crack echoing through the living room like a claim. I feel filthy like this, completely exposed, while Slade stands behind me fully covered in his robe, and in total control.
“Yeah?” he growls, voice low and dangerous. “This tight little hole is mine now? Say it again, baby. Tell your stepdad who this belongs to.”
I moan, the words ripping out of me before I can even think. “It’s yours, Slade…fuck, it’s yours… whenever you want.”
“That’s right. My naughty little stepson, begging for more. You’re so greedy for me, aren’t you?”
I nod again, hips twitching back like my body is trying to find him on its own. “Yes…yes. Please, Slade… I need you inside me again. Please fuck me.”
Slade’s big hands grip my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he yanks me back slightly, lining himself up. The thick, blunt head of his cock presses against my still wet, loosened hole and he doesn’t ease in this time. He snaps his hips forward in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The stretch burns so good I cry out, loud and shameless, my voice cracking on his name.
“Fuck… that’s it,” he groans, voice rough with satisfaction. “Take every inch like the good boy you are. This is what you were made for, Drew. Bent over and stuffed full of your stepdad’s cock. You like that? Knowing how wrong this is?”
I moan louder, pushing back onto him desperately, his words making my cock throb painfully. “Yes…fuck. I love how wrong it is. I love being yours like this.Harder, Slade!Please, fuck me harder. Own me.”
He sets a punishing rhythm immediately, hips slamming forward so hard the armchair creaks beneath us. Every deep, brutal thrust drags right over that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. His hand slides up my back, fingers tangling in my hair and yanking my head back sharply, arching me even more.
“Look at you,” he growls, voice dripping with dark pleasure. “Knees spread on the armrests like a little whore, ass up and taking me so deep. So fucking wet and sloppy around my cock. You were never meant to be anyone else’s. This hole was always going to end up wrapped around me.”
I’m moaning nonstop now, the sounds punched out of me with every thrust. “Please don’t stop. I don’t want anyone else…”
Slade’s grip tightens in my hair, the other hand slapping my ass again, the sting blooming fresh and perfect. He leans over me, chest pressed to my back, teeth grazing my shoulder as he fucks me even deeper, grinding on every stroke.
“Good boy,” he praises, voice wrecked. “Such a perfect little fucktoy for me. You’re going to come just like this, aren’t you? Hands free, knees on the armrests, getting railed in the middle of the living room.”
I whimper, nodding as much as his grip allows, my cock leaking steadily onto the cushion below. “Yes… please, I’m so close. Don’t stop…”
He growls against my ear, hips snapping harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin obscene and loud. “Then come for me, baby. Show me who this hole really belongs to.”
Every brutal thrust punches the air out of my lungs and drags right over that spot inside me that makes my vision spark white. I can’t stop the sounds spilling out of me… loud, shameless, and desperate. But some stupid, cocky part of me that never quite learned when to shut up decides this is the perfect moment to be funny.
“Fuck… you gonna tell the guys at the garage you spent your Saturday morning balls-deep in your stepson?” I gasp out between moans, trying to sound smug even while my voice cracks. “Bet that’d make for some real interesting shop talk…”
Slade’s rhythm falters for half a second. Then his hand fists tight in my hair and yanks my head back sharply, arching me harder as he slams in deep and stays there, buried to the hilt.
“Watch your mouth,” he growls right against my ear, voice low and dangerous, the kind that makes my stomach flip. “When I’m fucking you, you submit. Youdon’t give me attitude. You don’t get cocky. You take what I give you and you thank me for it. Or I stop right now and leave you dripping and empty on this chair. Understand?”
The command hits me like a lightning strike. My whole body locks up, a broken, helpless moan tearing out of me as my cock pulses hard between my spread thighs. I come on the spot… hands-free, sudden, and embarrassingly intense… thick ropes of come painting the seat cushion of Slade’s favourite armchair in messy stripes. My hole clenches rhythmically around his cock, milking him while I shake and whimper through it, completely undone by nothing but his words and the way he’s holding me open.
Slade lets out a low, satisfied groan when he feels me come, hips grinding slow and deep like he’s savouring every flutter. “That’s it. Making such a pretty mess on my chair. You like being put in your place that much, baby? One firm order and you’re spilling all over my furniture.”
I’m still panting, cheeks burning, cock twitching with aftershocks as I nod weakly. The cocky attitude I tried to cling to is completely gone… melted under the weight of his dominance.
Slade chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against my back as he starts moving again, slower now, dragging every inch along my oversensitive walls.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, voice dripping with filthy praise. “Now stay quiet and take the rest like you’re supposed to.”
He starts moving again… slower now, but deep and deliberate, like he’s determined to wring every last bit of pleasure out of me. His cock drags along my oversensitive walls with every thrust, and I can’t stop the broken little whimpers that keep falling from my mouth.
“Fuck… you came just from me putting you in your place,” Slade groans, voice rough and satisfied as he leans over my back. “Gonna fill you up now, baby. Gonna leave you dripping with my load, so you remember exactly who owns this hole.”
I moan loudly, pushing back onto him as best I can in this spread-open position. “Yes… please, Slade. Come for me!”
He fucks me harder for a few more strokes, hips snapping sharp and possessive, until his rhythm stutters and he buries himself deep with a low, guttural groan. I feel the hot pulse of him coming, thick and warm, flooding me as he grinds in slow circles, making sure every drop stays right where he wants it.
For a long minute we stay like that, both of us breathing hard, his chest pressed to my back. Then he presses a surprisingly soft kiss between my shoulder blades and slowly pulls out. I whimper at the loss, feeling the immediate wet trickle of his cum leaking down my thigh.
Slade helps me down from the armchair on shaky legs, his hands gentle now as he steadies me. I’m a mess… flushed, marked, come-smeared… but the way he looks at me makes something warm bloom in my chest anyway.
