Chapter 48 FUCKED STEP DAD FOR MOM'S CRIME
MY PUSSY PAID FOR MY MOM'S CRIME
HADES MASSIMO (ML)— 43 YRS
ANA WINTERS (FL) 20 YRS
“What has my mom done? Nobody was dumb enough to steal from Hades Massimo. But mom stole from him.”
Ana ranted to herself, as she sat, her hands wringing in her laps, mind going in circles, wondering what had gone into her mother's head to make her steal from someone like Hades.
Ana loved her stepdad, he was everything, everything she wanted in a father figure. He gave her money, filled her up with presents just because, called her sweet names like “Pookie” and “Doll” and some other things that made her feel cherished that she wanted to burst from happiness.
But she wasn't naive.
Her mom had once said “He owns a couple clubs, sweetie.” But she knew that was a code word for striptease clubs and casinos and lots of illegal dealings. Ana didn't care, she closed her eyes to it and played dumb, because she was fine with it and none of it ever touched her. Not until now, her mom had gone and ruined everything.
Glancing up, she met one of the goon's gaze. They'd forced their way in her apartment like they owned the place and barred her from leaving. Ana was conflicted on what to think about Hades' men on her, but she knew it meant no good.
“Is Mr Massimo coming?” She asked
The man glanced at her, his lips curling slightly before going pack to staring out the window, ignoring her.
After a couple of hours or maybe only a couple of minutes, Ana heard Hades' gritty voice in the hall, making her heart fill with dread, every bite of his word making her tense up.
“I only asked for one of you to come,” Hades said.
“We wanted to make sure –”
“Make sure what? You telling me you alone can't hold down a five foot nothing girl?”
No answer. After another barrage of Hades cursing, Ana glanced up to see him enter through the lounge. Hard black eyes narrowed from a heavy blow, landing on her sitting by the dinning table.
“My pookie, my doll…” he called, in a sing-song tone. His surly expression transforming, his voice turning gentle. “How are you sweetheart?”
Ana coils still remember how terrified she'd been the first time she met him, a six foot and a half giant standing outside his house in the middle of a mild snow storm, his brocade robe flapping in the wind, hard eyes squinting through the mist. But appearance can be deceiving. Though she knew he had it in him to be merciful.
Jumping out of her chair, she ran to him. He caught her up in a bear hug, planting a rough kiss on the side of her face, his stubble prickling her.
“Mr. Massimo?”
“Hmm?”
“Please don't hurt mom.”
Sighing, he let her go, scrubbing his face with one hand. “Listen, doll, it ain't just me. Letting somebody who stole a thousand dollars go scot-free makes me look like a fool.”
He didn't meet his gaze as he said it and he meant it. He took one of the empty seats by the table, knuckles tapping on the table top, gold signet ring on his pinkie glinting.
Standing alone in the center of the Kitchen, she hugged herself.
For the first time since her mom left, Ana started to feel abandoned. Sure, she chose to leave her as soon as she turned legal, but she thought she still had her stepdad. But she felt she was losing him too. Why else would he come there? Why else would he send his men to the apartment except to tell her to leave? He paid the rent, he paid for everything.
Feeling her face buckle she turned and ran out, hiding away in her room, out of sight. The horrible thing was, her tears weren't just for her mom. Everything they had owed to him, Without him they'd still be living in the shack in Detroit, pouring watered down milk in her cereals. Just the thought of going back to that way of life made her eyes well up with fresh tears.
Hearing the floorboards crea, Ana sneaked a glance over her shoulder, seeing Hades, his dark figure in the doorway.
“Don't cry, doll.”
“I..I'm not,” she said, sniffling. Feeling his heavy hand on her shoulder she let him turn her. He stood so close that all she could smell was his cologne, a hint of an expensive cigar on his coat.
“She knew what she was doing,” he muttered, his thumb wiping away her tears from under her eyes.
She shook her head, not understanding what he meant. Pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger he tilted her face up, his black eyes searching her face.
“You wanna help your ma, doll?
Ana nodded quickly, then stilled when he felt his hand on the small of her back, stroking lower and palming her butt, squeezing her flesh and pulling her up against him.
Whimpering, she put her hands on his chest, looking up at him, trying to ignore his cock poking his belly. Then he leaned down, his hands on her waist pulled her up on her toes and he planted his lips on hers. She opened her mouth on a moan, letting him in, his thick tongue rubbing against hers, licking her in her mouth, their wet, sloppy sounds making the place hot place between her legs flutter.
Suddenly he broke the kiss, letting her go. He licked his lips, breathing hard as his eyes dipped below her chin, lingering on her breasts, stuff nipples poking through the cami, his face so severe he looked almost angry.
Unable to stand on her feet any longer, Ana sat back on the bed, bringing her knees together; she never took her eyes off him. There was a long stretch of silence, before he spoke, voice thick.
“Talk, doll. I ain't a mind reader.”
“I…” she cleared her throat, trying to find her voice, her hands gripping the quilt. “Does that mean I can stay in the apartment?”
Something in his expression changed, the groove between his brows disappearing. “There's nothing in this world I won't give you, Doll. All you gotta do is ask.”
He said nothing else, not even the part where they get to kiss.
Ana watched Hades, as she stroked his cock. The way his throat worked, the clench of his jaw every time she swiped her thumb across the gleaming head.
“Doll,” he said, in a voice laced with warning and smiling she leaned over him, licking the glossy pick head of Hades's cock before taking him in her mouth, sucking him all the way back in her mouth and swallowing. He bucked against the couch, swearing, one hand shooting out to grab the back of her hair.
“That's enough, Doll. Get up here.” He growled and picked her up, placing her astride his laps like she weighed nothing, then a moment later she was pushed down on his hard cock. Ana rolled her hips, moaning at the fullness.
Hadea felt much better, the pain almost non-existent. Only pleasure.
“You're so big.” She moaned, then placing her hands on his chest as she started to ride him, rolling her hips back and forth, back and forth. “Mr. Hades?”
He grunted, kneading her butt, kissing her tits and sucking her nipples in his mouth, the dark stubble on his cheeks leaving red marks on her skin. Moaning, she rode him faster, harder, her nails digging in his pecs through the under-shirt.
“Is it weird that you do this with mom too?”
“Why are you bringing her up, doll?”
Ana felt she was stupid for bringing it up, but she felt so guilty, even a little disgusted at herself for liking what they were doing so much. “Because I know this is wrong, but I can't stop. I don't wanna stop seeing you,” abs admitted, riding him harder, grounding her clit against his lower belly.
“You're never leaving me, doll,” he said, voice low, eyes heavy lidded as they watched her bouncing tits. The way he said it, made Ana think he wasn't even worried. How was he so sure, when he doesn't even know her own mind?
Clenching his under-shirt with her hands, she quickened her pace, whimpering every time her clit rubbed her belly. Groaning, Hades pulled her close to him, holding her still he started to thrust upwards, his face contorting, teeth clenching as he came, spurt of his hot cum drenching the walls of her pussy, making her eyes roll to the back of her head when she felt her own orgasm.
Shaking in his hold, she cried out, her hips still working until the last of her tremors had died down.
Holding her close he planted a wet kiss on her neck, his breath warming her ears as he said in his gravelly voice, “You're dreaming
if you think you're ever getting away, Doll.”
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