PRINCE CHARMING: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance(88)

He quickened his pace in response, and I shook my head back and forth in pleasure. I dug my fingertips into his shoulder as I began to come. I moaned in hiccups, the sensation totally overpowering me. He kept his pace steady, intensifying the orgasm.

I collapsed, totally limp. He held my legs steady and kept fucking me, even harder. I felt his cock swell even more inside me. The juices from my orgasm rolled down his balls, and he growled, fucking me faster.

He put my legs down gently and spread them so we were fucking missionary style. I kissed his neck, pulling him closer to me. He fucked me at an even pace, the pleasure still making my toes curl. I tried catching my breath, squeezing his hand.

“I’m going to come,” he warned.

“Come all over my tits,” I begged. I’d seen women do this in porn, and I thought it was hot.

He moaned and pulled out of me, his cock bigger than I’d ever seen it before. He jerked himself off, his cum covering my tits in erratic spurts. He groaned loudly as he did this, and I thought the sound of it was so erotic.

I didn’t take my eyes off his as I rubbed his cum into my breasts. He placed his hand against the wall, steadying himself as the last few drops spurted over me. He watched me for a moment, his cum covering me like an erotic lotion.

“Shit,” he said, exhaling.

“That was amazing.”

“You look so hot right now,” he said, grinning proudly.

“That’s because I’m wearing your cum.”

“Hold on, let me get you a towel.”

I laid on his bed, enjoying the sensation of being marked by him. He came back from the bathroom with one of the towels, a white one. He helped me dry off, and a part of me was sad that his cum was all gone now.

“Next time, I want to try swallowing it again,” I said.

He shook his head. “You’re insatiable, Amy.”

“Insatiable and tired.” I yawned.

“Me, too. It’s been a long day.”

“Let’s sleep in my bed. I missed it.”

He laughed. “All right.”

He followed me to my room, which was a bit warmer from earlier when I put on the heat. I realized I’d left my purse downstairs with my phone in it.

“Hold on, I need to go get my phone.” I pulled out some night pants and a t-shirt from my suitcase and threw them on.

“While you’re down there, can you get me some water?” he asked.

I nodded. “Sure.”

I made my way quietly down the stairs. Gary and my mother were asleep in the den, cuddled peacefully next to each other. I smiled to myself as I went to the kitchen. I took one of the clear glasses from the top cabinet and poured some tap water in. I was so excited to get back up to Ash that I nearly left my purse in the kitchen. I clutched it close to me and went back upstairs, where Ash was already chilling in bed.

“Our parents can’t get enough of each other,” I commented.

“They’re still awake?”

“Kinda. They’re downstairs, but they’re sleeping on the couch.”

“My dad hasn’t been this happy in a while,” he said.

“Yeah. My mom is finally happy too. And so am I.”

“Me, too. Now let’s crash. That drive to the airport today stressed me the hell out.” He chuckled

“The ride stressed you out? Being on a plane is harder.”

Ash took a sip of his water and placed it on my nightstand. I cuddled next to him, feeling relief wash over me. I’d wanted nothing more than this moment for so many months, and it was finally happening. I was finally where I belonged. I looked out the window, watching as the snow filtered down from the sky, feeling safe and cozy in Ash’s arms. When I opened my eyes, it was daytime.

“Amy?” I heard my mom say.

I sat up in bed. Mom was at the door, carrying a cup of coffee. My mom’s eyes trailed from Ash, to me, to Ash again. Obviously shocked, she closed the door gently.

“Shit!” I said, gasping. “Mom!” No response. I heard her go down the stairs. “Fuck!” I muttered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Ash woke up groggily, pulling the blankets over him. “What?” he mumbled.

“I forgot to lock the door when I came up last night. My mom just saw us!” I said, tears forming in my eyes.

Ash’s eyes shot open. He sat up quickly. “Oh, fuck. Really?” I’d never heard him nervous before, but even he knew what this might mean.

“What do we do?” I shrieked.

“We have to go downstairs and explain ourselves,” he replied. “There’s no other choice. She knows now.”

“Dammit,” I muttered. I started to cry. Ash comforted me, pulling me close.

“Listen, I’m going to get some pants on and a robe, and then we will go downstairs,” he said.

“I’m so embarrassed. I don’t think I can face your dad!” I said through tears.

“I’m not too happy to face your mom, either, but what’s done is done. We have to face it.”

I nodded, knowing it was the right thing to do. I got up and rummaged through my suitcase for my robe. I put it on, pulling it closer around myself for comfort. Ash joined me with a deep breath.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” I replied softly. Some part of me was relieved that they were about to know the truth. I hated hiding things from people, and I hated living a lie.