PRINCE CHARMING: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance(80)



“Good. Come,” he demanded.

His words sent me over the edge, and I had another incredible orgasm, losing track of where I was and everything else in the intense pleasure of each contraction of my pussy.

I was too weak to continue. Ash rolled me over so he was now on top. He lost it, pounding me as hard as he could. I couldn’t believe it, but another orgasm was starting to take hold of me.

I came one last time, and this sent Ash over the edge. He pulled gently out of me and began to stroke himself on me. I stumbled to my knees, wrapped my hand around his cock, and began jerking him off into my mouth. I wanted to taste him.

He groaned loudly, growling as his cum filled my mouth. He tasted salty, and his jizz was creamy. I lapped all of it hungrily, some of it dribbling down my cheeks. I swallowed it quickly as his cock began to soften in my mouth.

We were both shaking from the intensity of our pleasure. Ashton lay next to me, and I crawled into his arms, not able to speak because I was still catching my breath. As we lay, comfortable and sated, someone knocked on the door.

“Ash?” I heard my mom say.

“Shit,” Ash whispered. He sat up and cleared his throat. “Hold on.”

He threw his clothes back on while I ran for the closet. I closed it behind me so I could only peek through. He smoothed the bed and opened the door.

“Your father and I just brought back lunch for us,” she informed him. “You look out of breath.”

“Yeah. Working hard.”

“Have you seen Amy? She’s here, too.”

“Yeah, she went down the street to the corner store to grab some cough medicine. Said her allergies are acting up here,” he lied.

“Ah!” my mother said. I was so glad she was oblivious sometimes. “Well, text her for me and let her know that we are back.”

“Will do!” Ash said.

I heard my mother walk away. I breathed a sigh of relief. Ash motioned me to come out, and I searched for my clothes. He had kicked them under the bed. “Nice,” I said sarcastically. I put my clothes on quickly, my legs still a bit weak from the great sex.

“That was such a close one,” I whispered.

“I know. Thank God she didn’t hear us.”

“What do I do? They think I’m outside.”

“No problem. See that door? That’s an exit. Most Victorian houses have a lot of stairways. Just make your way down. I’ll distract our parents while you pretend to open and close the downstairs door. I’ll text you when to do it,” he said.

I nodded. He was so great at getting away with shit!

“Don’t forget your purse and phone,” he said, giving me both.

He left me by myself, and I quietly opened the exit door. True to his word, there was a dark stairway. I waited for a bit before hearing his deep voice mixed in with my parents.

Ashton: Come down.

I scurried down the stairs. The stairway led me straight to the front entrance. I couldn’t see our parents or Ash, so they were probably in the dining room. I opened and closed the front door of the house to make it seem like I had walked in and strutted over to them.

“Hi, hon! Wish you would have told me about the allergies. We were just at the store,” Mom said.

“No problem. I liked walking. Taking a break from the dusting, you know?”

On the table was an array of cold-cuts and chips. I was starving. We grabbed our food and sat at the table, at first a bit too close together. I made it a point to distance myself from them. I hoped my mother didn’t notice, but when I looked up, I saw a slightly puzzled expression on her face. Did she suspect something? How come she couldn’t always be oblivious?

I cleared my throat and said, “New York was great last night.”

“Yeah, Ash said he went with you after,” Gary said.

“We checked out Times Square and had a blast,” Ash lied.

I had never lied so much in my entire life. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not, but the alternative was worse.

I can’t let my mom find out I am fooling around with Ash, I thought, scolding myself. I stuffed my mouth full of food, trying to give myself a good reason not to talk. Ash went on and on about how the mechanics did a shitty job in the bathroom.

As I watched him talking, I was filled with admiration. He was such an impressive man, great in bed and great at fixing things. A warm feeling came over me, one I’d never felt before. It was a mixture of tenderness and arousal. I realized I might be in love with him. This wasn’t good.

I looked down at my wrist, which was still a bit sore from that asshole at the bar. Love hurt, and the things you did for it hurt even more.





AMY


My mother looked beautiful. Her hair was done up in curls, and she wore an elegant white wedding dress I helped her pick out. The top was embroidered with rhinestones and lace, and the back of it was so long she needed two flower girls to carry it. My little cousins were those flower girls, their cheeks rosy and eyes hopeful.

“When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of getting married,” I said to Sarah, who sat next to me. She’d come down for the wedding, and I was so grateful to have her here.

“Me too,” she said, giggling.

Sarah also looked beautiful. She wore a pale blue dress, and her hair was curled. I had straightened my hair and wore one of the pink bridesmaids outfits my mom picked out for me.

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