Chapter 5 Step Daddy 5 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
CHAPTER 5
The next morning, I had barely gotten any sleep, the memories of what I had done still lingering in my mind like a smoky trail, leaving traces behind that would forever haunt me.
A shaky breath escaped me as my mum sauntered into the room again, humming to herself, unaware that her daughter was still sticky from her boyfriend's cum.
Shit. That was twisted as fuck.
“Baby, it's already 9 in the morning. Come on,” She urged, coming to brush a stray strand of hair off my face.
I shivered at the contact, guilt flooding my chest at the thought of her somehow finding out everything that had happened less than a foot away from her last night. “No, I think I'll just stay here for a second more,” I muttered, “you can go for breakfast.”
The look on my mother's face was nothing short of scandalized. “Absolutely not. You're coming with us.”
I groaned, burying my face into the sheets. “Where's he?” I asked instead.
For a second, she didn't say anything then she looked like she was thinking about something. “Oh, he's already downstairs eating with other people.”
Of course, he was eating. I was the one who was making a big deal about it.
“Okay, I'll freshen up and come downstairs. Need to take a shower,” I forced myself to sit up, forcing a fake smile that didn't reach my eyes.
My mum looked at me skeptically and I wondered if it was evident on my faceㅡthe guilt and disgust I felt at myself.
Was it that obvious?
Thankfully, she didn't say any other thing, she just walked out of the room and I pushed myself off the bed, letting out a groan as my legs suddenly wobbled.
Fuck.
Seriously? I couldn't even walk straight? Jesus. I stumbled into the bathroom, my knees feeling as jelly.
Just forget about it, Amara. It was in the past, it was a moment of weakness, I just had to avoid him for the rest of my stay at home then I'd high pedal it to school again.
A few minutes later, the sound of the shower running could be heard and steam billowed out into the still air, fogging up the windows.
I ran a hand through my damp hair, feeling the hot water cascade down my bare back. I was getting myself clean, trying to erase everything that had happened last night. Thenㅡ
The sound of the door creaking made me snap back to reality, fear gripping me. Who was that? Mum and Trey were still downstairs, so who was that?
I gripped the edge of the doorway, peeking out to look into the spacious room when I caught sight of Trey at the door, his hands tucked in his pockets.
Oh shit.
I ducked back so fast that I almost got whiplash, my heart pounding in my chest. A loud laugh echoed in the room, the sound seeming to mock me. “You seem quite eager to avoid me, Amara…” Something about the way he said my name with a roll of his tongue had me tingling against my will.
Damn him. Why did he have to be so…like him?!
“You should go…” I called over the sound of the running water, my body trembling as I hoped he wouldn't approach the bathroom door.
Far from it.
Footsteps beganㅡslow, torturous, like it was trying to draw out the suspense to mock me. Like there was nothing I could do about it.
My eyes squeezed shut as the footsteps stoppedㅡ right in front of my door.
“Let me help you, Amara. Take care of you…” He paused, voice low and gravelly. “Best I clean up my mess myself, huh?” The doorknob turned and I froze.
What was he doing?
But still, I didn't move to lock it, just stared at it as it creaked open and his face came into view. A low smirk cut across his face as he took me in.
Water dripped into my eyes and I shivered, arms feebly crossing over my chest to hide whatever dignity I had left.
He looked like sin itself. Like everything I shouldn't want but still fawned over. My gaze followed him as he stepped into the shower, ignoring the way water bled through his clothes, soaking him amd his hair. “Don't hide from me,” His hand shot out to grab mine, pulling it away from my body before he slammed me back against the shower wall, forcing a surprised gasp out of me.
“Pleaseㅡnot again…we can't do it again…” I pleaded, voice shaking.
It was an ironic sight. I was completely naked and he was fully clothed, his hand holding mine effortlessly beside my head. It felt like some power playㅡone where I was the prey and he was…the predator.
“Yeah?” He laughed, flipping me around so suddenly that I quickly had to use my hands to stop my face from being smashed into the wall. My ass was to him now and his back pressed against mine. “Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you. Far from it.”
A shudder rolled through me as his finger teased my cunt and God, I hated the way I easily melted around him, my moan swallowed by the sound of rushing water between us.
He didn't waste any time before he pressed a finger in, his slender digit curling to hit deep.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My ass began jerking back to meet his hands as I felt my juices run down my thighs, the water from the shower above washing it away. His thumb rolled my clit, pressing down on my aching bundle of nerves.
“Trey…” I cried out, the sound embarrassing but I couldn't bring myself to care.
Not when I heard him pull his zipper down and I felt the head of his cock part my pussy lips again.
Oh fuck. Memories of the previous night came rushing through and I stifled a moan at the slight contact. I wantedㅡneededㅡ to feel him inside me again.
As though he could hear what I was saying, he pressed into me in one quick thrust, the water acting as a natural lubricant as he slid in to the hilt.
A shaky breath escaped me as I tried to get used to the feel of him stretching my walls, my cunt gripping him like a vice.
He slid out slowly, his hand spreading my cheeks apart so he could get a good view of my pussy swallowing his cock. Thenㅡ “fuck,” he groaned, slamming back in.
A yelp found its way up my throat, water blinding me for a second as my eyes shot open under the shower, my breasts pressed to the cold hard wall.
I couldn't believe it. I was getting fucked in the shower again. Aware that my mum could come into the room at any moment.
“You're such a dirty slut…” He snapped his hips into mine repeatedly, hand reaching down to smack my ass, the sound resounding. “Taking my cock so well. Filthy slut.”
This should disgust me. I wasn't one for dirty talks or degradation but something about the way he said it breathlessly in that raspy voice of his, made me clench even more around him.
“Slap me…” I bucked back harder against him, the sound of skin meeting filling the space as water dripped into my mouth, the scene nothing short of erotic.
He hit harder, angling his hips as his dick brushed a sensitive spot in me that made me lose my mind for a second. “Yeah?” He sounded breathless. “My slut likes it rough?” He didn't wait for an answer, he delivered a sharp sting to my ass, grunting as he did so.
Pleasure built up in me like a dam and he increased the pace, balls slapping against my sopping cunt, his finger sneaking under me to rub at my clit fast.
Tingles of pain and mind-blowing pleasure rolled into one and I shuddered, a breathy moan leaving my lips. “Trey…” I cried out, just as I shattered around him.
He continued thrusting, hands gripping my ass even tighter as he rammed in one last time and stilled, a heavy groan of pleasure leaving him as I felt ropes of cum in me.
“Good girl…” He sounded breathless as he pulled out, cum trickling down my thighs.
I didn't even have the time to collapse before he forced me up, hand wrapping around my neck to pull me closer before his lips slammed on mineㅡ nothing soft. Just tongue and teeth as he kissed me deeply then let me go, tucking himself back in his pants, his clothes soaked and clinging to him like a second skin.
My body couldn't take it anymore. I collapsed to the floor, chest heaving as I looked up at him, still coming down from my high.
“You and I, Amara…” he crouched down to my height, his finger swiping across my bottom lip. “We are going to have a lot of fun.”
Then he walked out.
My mind was still blank but a smile pulled at my lips this time.
You know what? Maybe this vacation wasn't going to be so bad after all.