The Stepbully She Craves

Chapter 5

“Yes.” The word fell from my lips on a whisper, unsure, but completely decided at the same time.

He slipped off his suit jacket and loosened his tie to remove it. His eyes locked to mine as his fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from where it was tucked into his pants and slipping the material from his shoulders. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he unbuckled his belt, my breath held in my lungs to watch him strip down to nothing.

He was gorgeous, even more beautiful than I’d imagined. His body was the perfect physique; sleek and toned from the hours he spent in our home gym. I’d watched him at times when he worked out and I’d dreamed of licking the drops of sweat that rolled down his hard body.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked with the hint of humor in his voice. I realized I’dbeen staring – not even blinking my eyes as he’d undressed.

Shaking myself out of it, I answered, “Yes. I always have.” He grinned. “I know. I read about it, remember?”

A flash of anger shot through me, but his arrogance was just one more thing that made him sexy as hell. “You’re a prick.” I said, but there was no strength behind my voice.

“You like it,” he answered with a wink.

His hands gripped the material of my dress, yanking it down my body until my breasts finally bounced free. He paused for a moment, angling his head and biting his lip. “Damn girl. I have dreamed of touching those for a long fucking time. I watched you over the years, filling out your bathing suit with a pair of tits that made me drool and a tight ass that I couldn’t wait to fuck.” “My ass? But …”

He laughed. “Not tonight, Bailey. But, someday. I plan to take every part of your body…to worship you like you deserve to be worshipped.”

He yanked my dress off the rest of the way before kneeling on the mattress of the bed and crawling towards me. Still in his underwear, he kissed my stomach softly, his hands reaching up to massage the weight of my breasts. I jumped at the new sensation of being touched, my body shaking as I watched him with unblinking eyes. I was in shock, but so turned on at the same time, that it hurt to sit still and adore him.

Pinching my nipples between my thumb and finger of both hands, he continued kissing my skin, until the peak of my breast was sensitive and swollen enough for him to work his way up and take it between his teeth. Lightly, he bit down and I cried out, moisture now soaking my panties. His tongue circled the nipple, soothing the sting of the bite and setting all the nerves of my body on fire. Gripping my other breast in his hand, he pushed his body up further, his hard cock pressing against my stomach as he kissed my lips.

He pulled away to plant kisses along my jaw, working his way up to my ear, when he said, “Lie down, Bailey. I’ll take care of you.”

I did as he said. I was so nervous and slightly scared. Would it hurt? Or would he make me feel things I’d only dreamed of feeling.

I knew what we were doing was wrong, but it felt so right. Nobody would understand. Our parents would be so mad if they ever learned we did this. But I didn’t care. At that moment, and with the feel of his body against mine, Josh was the only thing I needed.

“Touch me, Bailey.” His large hand gripped my small hand and wrapped my fingers over his cock. Only the material of his boxers was between my hand and his hard length. I was nervous when I touched him, not quite knowing what to do.

“Are you scared?” He asked. “Yes,” I answered honestly.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby girl. I just wanted you to feel what will soon be inside you. I wanted you to feel what you do to me every night. So many nights, I’ve had to jerk off just to get you out of my thoughts. When

I slept with other girls, I only thought of you.”