Chapter 103 Surprise
I'm still thinking of how sweet Miguel is wanting to make me breakfast, and how safe I'm feeling now that he's here. When I'm in his arms, the outside world disappears where we have no problems or crazy brothers.
I hear the commotion, my eyes widening in panic when I hear my mother's voice.
Shit!
I quickly jump out of bed, putting on my discarded nightdress from the floor and hurriedly run out into the house.
My father has a half-naked Miguel up against the wall with a glass vase threateningly above his head.
"Dad!" I shriek, trying to get in-between the rock hard slab of muscles of Miguel's body and my father, who is still very well-built. "Dad, let him go."
But my father is furious. The tendons in his neck is straining, while Miguel looks as cool as a cucumber with his hands up in the air.
I know he's doing it out of respect, because if he wanted to, my father would be dead on the plush carpet right now.
"Kev! Honey!" Mom goes to their other side. "Let's talk about this like adults please."
I don't miss the way she's blushing. Fuck, I can't blame her. Miguel and a pair of boxer briefs are a dangerous combination, and I see that she noticed the pointes tattoo on the inside of his arm, her eyes going from the tattoo to me.
"Dad, he's not Ben." I try to placate him, and it seems like it's working because his hand holding the vase in the air drops and Mom takes it away from him. "You guys said you're coming home tomorrow."
"And you thought it would be a great idea to entertain the brother of a psychopathic killer who drugged you and..." Dad's voice cuts off as he looks at me with regret and hurt in his eyes. "We decided not to go to any of the parties today and come home to you."
"Honey, let them get dressed and we can have a conversation about this." Mom touches Dad's arm calmly. "Please, baby."
He seems to relent, even though the anger is still radiating from him. He steps back from Miguel whose eyes meet mine apologetically.
I bend down to scoop the eggs and toast that has flown everywhere, panic rising in my throat on how I'm going to navigate this situation.
To make matters worse, I can feel the sperm starting to run from my vagina.
"Madison, I'll clean that up. Please take Miguel to get dressed." Mom rescues me, even though her voice sounds stern.
I immediately get up and grab Miguel's hand who is still standing against the wall and rush back to my bedroom, locking the door behind us for good measure.
"I'm so sorry!" My face flames with embarrassment, and I clutch my burning cheeks. "I swear I didn't know they were coming back this morning."
I practically begged him to stay last night.
"Hey." He takes my hands off my cheeks and places it around his neck, pulling me into him. "It's okay, it's not your fault. And you don't have to defend me, okay? I can hold my own against your parents."
But I am terrified. I'm scared they won't like him because he's Ben's brother, and I really want them to like him.
"Can you give my five minutes before we face them please?" I can feel the heat in my face expanding even more. "I have cum dripping down my thighs."
I maybe shouldn't have said that. Not in this situation, because he growls low in his throat and then lifts me with his hand going to the back of my head and his lips crashing against mine.
This is not the sweet good morning kisses he gave earlier. No, this is primal, animalistic, his tongue plundering into my mouth. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, and he carries us into my bathroom, kicking the door closed with his foot, and walking us straight into the shower.
My shower has censored sprays, so we're immediately blasted by water, but my mouth is glued to Miguel's as he pins me against the wall.
There's no foreplay like last night, no getting my pussy ready. No, he's feral, just releasing his cock and slamming into my dripping cunt. I scream into his mouth at the sudden invasion, pain and pleasure only he can provide me ricocheting through me.
He replaced his mouth with his hand, muffling my screams as he fucks me hard into the tiled wall.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" He moans deeply. "You wanted me fucking you while your father is ready to kill me."
I try to shake my head, but he's keeping my head and whole body still while he slams into my struggling pussy over and over.
My one hand curls into the short hairs at the back of his head while the other's nails are sinking into the skin on his back.
I'm hurting him, but not as much as he's deliciously tearing my pussy apart.
"Fuck!" He swears under his breath, before lifting me off his cock and spinning me around, impaling me again before I have a chance to catch my breath.
"You're taking every drop of cum I have." He breathes hard into my ear, his hand finding my clit to rub it in rhythm with his thrusts to make me cum.
I don't care right now if anyone hears me as I scream loudly, if my own father hears the long drawn out moan I release when my pussy convulses around the thick length slamming into me from behind.
"Yes, yes!" Miguel's arm around my waist tightens as he fucks me even harder while my orgasm fades out only for him to bite my shoulder and twitch inside me as ribbons of sperm coats my insides.
"Look what you did." He pants into my ear. "Now I'm in even more trouble."