“You want to tease me with that fuckable little body?” he asks.
“I w-wasn’t… I d-didn’t mean to send…”
“I think you did, Ava. I think you want a real man to use that tight little cunt,” he says as he shifts his hand to wrap around my throat, pinning me to the wall. He moves his free hand down my body before slipping into my underwear. I let out a small whimperwhen he slides his thick fingers across my clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that all for me, pretty girl?”
“Dante, you’re my stepdad,” I whisper.
“Then let Daddy take care of you,” he says before roughly kissing me. When he pulls away, I go to try and make up another excuse, but he turns and shoves me on the bed. He then grabs my underwear and pulls it off me. I’m completely stunned by what is happening, but I don’t say anything. I don’t want it to stop, but I know it shouldn’t happen. Mom would fucking kill me if I fucked her husband.
He pulls my shirt off, then his own, before finally he takes off his pajama pants. When his cock springs free, my eyes go wide. “Dante, can we talk about…” he cuts me off when he gets on top of me and covers my mouth. I whimper when he spreads my knees apart.
“Have you taken anyone raw?” he asks. I shake my head and his grin widens.
“Oh, my sweet Ava,” he coos as he slowly pushes into me. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
I groan against his hand and arch my back when he slams into me, he offers me no time to adjust to his size before he starts ruthlessly pounding into me. Pain and pleasure take over my body as tears sting my eyes. It feels so fucking good, but I’m terrified of Mom walking in.
My fear does not stop me from moaning loudly into his hand. I can’t make it stop and the louder I moan, the harder he fucks me. “Fuck, you’re so tight, he growls. “That’s right, baby. Come for Daddy.”
I am a blubbering mess as I keep coming for him. My belly aches from how deep inside of me he’s pushing. “Shhh, don’t want your mom to hear, do you? What would she say if she caught you getting fucked?”
“Mmmm,” I moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Fuck, you take me so well. Be my sweet little slut and take my come.” I start smacking his arm, trying to get him to let me talk. Finally, he moves his hand as he slams against my cervix and makes me gasp.
“I’m not on the pill. Dante, I’m not on the pill. You have to pull out,” I say quickly.
“I’m going to fill you up, Ava. You’ll have my baby in you soon,” he says softly in my ear. “Come for me, Ava. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
He kisses me while he fucks me so hard that I can’t breathe. I grab his face and wrap my legs around him. This only prompts him to grab the back of my thighs and push them to my chest so he can dive deeper. When he breaks our kiss, I cover my mouth as my eyes roll back. I am nearly screaming into my hand when he buries his face in my neck and moans deeply as his body goes rigid while he comes.
When I move my hand, he kisses me again before getting up. I press my palms to my forehead and try to catch my breath as he gets dressed. Dante leans down and grabs my chin, so I have to look at him. “Lose the boy’s number, Ava. You belong to me now.” He kisses me again when I nod then leaves the room like he didn’t just fuck me to tears.
I go into my contacts and delete the numbers of the guys that I was talking to. I’ll do anything to get fucked like that again.
I woke up this morning extremely sore but completely satisfied. When I came out for breakfast, Dante acted completely normal around Mom, but the moment she wasn’t in the room he would grab me and kiss me.
After deleting Danny’s number, I texted him and told him that I wasn’t interested, and he called me a fat whore. I definitely dodged a bullet there. I blocked his number as well as the others, assuming it would be the same conclusion, considering they are all friends.
I did some work for my job and school most of the day. Dante brought me lunch while I was taking one of my finals then came back a bit later to make sure I ate. He even brought me water. These are the things that he does normally, but suddenly they hold so much more meaning than they used to. I know I’m killing myself getting involved with my stepfather. He’s literally married, so I’m basically a homewrecker. Something tells me there isn’t much to wreck between those two.
I walk to the kitchen to help with dinner but before I can step in, I hear Mom and Dante quietly arguing. “Are you fucking kidding? Your daughter graduates college next week and you’re planning to go visit your little boyfriend?”
“Why the fuck do you care? You don’t even claim her as a daughter,” Mom snaps.
“Because she has a father, Hannah. Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean she doesn’t have one.” I never knew that my dad was dead. Mom never talks about him.
“If you don't like it, leave,” Mom snaps at him. “You know that I don't want you. You are the one that won’t give me a divorce so that you don’t have to pay me alimony.”
“No, fuck that. I’m not paying you a goddamn dime. Especially since you’re the one who is the cheating whore. You didn’t even make it one goddamn year before you started spreading your legs to everyone in the goddamn neighborhood,” he growls at her. “So go fuck your boss or whoever it is that you go with on these business trips, and I’ll be here.”
“Aw. Are you gonna cry?” Mom mocks his change in tone. “You are pathetic, Dante. Grow some balls and get the fuck over yourself. Instead of sitting here bitching like a woman, you could do something about it. But you won’t do anything about it. You’ll just keep sitting here and bitching and complaining about what I do.”
Her words make me so angry. She’s acting as though he is not allowed to have emotion. He has every right to complain about her cheating. She is the pathetic one. I pull out my phone and text him so that he knows that I’m here.
Me: Can I take you up on that offer for you to hold her down so I can punch her?
When his phone goes off I give it a few seconds before I come around the corner. “Hey,” I say casually.