Текст книги "Player "

Автор книги: Jenika Snow

Соавторы: Sam Crescent
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Derek

There was no going back now. Charlotte belonged to me in every single way that mattered, and I was going to take her. I didn’t give a shit about my dad, or her mother. This woman in my arms set my world on fire, and there was no way I was going to lose that.

“We have to be quiet,” she panted.

I didn’t respond.

Standing up, I placed her on her feet just long enough to get rid of her shirt and panties. I tore the panties in two, and after I had her naked, I tugged my sweats down. Pushing her to the bed, I stood in front of her, fisting my cock.

“Do you see this? This is what you fucking do to me, all the fucking time.” The tip was already leaking pre-cum, and I covered my thumb, pressing it toward her lips. “Suck it.”

She immediately sucked my thumb into her mouth, and it was so damn hot.

Gripping her hair, I tightened my hold, and nudged my dick toward her mouth. She opened up, taking me inside. She was warm and wet, with her teeth grazing around my cock. Her inexperience turned me on. No other dick had been inside her mouth, her pussy, or her ass, and when I thought about it, a deep wave of possessiveness swept over me. Charlotte was all mine, every single inch of her.

Pumping into her mouth, I watched my dick reappear, covered in her saliva, and I guided her lips back over my dick. Everything faded into the background, and all I could see was Charlotte, her sexy as fuck body and her sinful mouth.

Suddenly, I didn’t want inside her mouth. I wanted her screaming for my dick. Pulling out, I pushed her to the bed and crawled between her legs, spreading her thighs open wide.

“I’m going to fuck this tight little cunt and have you begging for more.”

“Please, Derek; I need you.”

“That’s right, baby, you need me, and you’re going to have me.” Pressing the tip of my cock at her entrance, I started to work inside. She was so fucking tight, and it was the best place I’d ever been in the world. Her body was home to me. Charlotte was home, and I was never going to leave.

Once I didn’t need to hold my cock anymore, I gripped her hips, and slammed every single inch of my dick inside her, making her take it all.

I covered her mouth to contain her screams. I wasn’t about to be interrupted by our parents.

“You’re going to have to keep quiet, Charlotte. We don’t want our parents to find out you’re being naughty.” I released her mouth so I could hear her.

“Shut up, Derek, and fuck me.”

Pulling out of her tight cunt, I slammed back inside. Her biting words only served to turn me on more. She didn’t seem to get that though. It was okay; I was more than happy to keep on fucking her and to give her everything she’d been begging for.

I fucked her hard, grabbing her hands, locking them to the bed, and slamming inside her. Her pussy was going to be so damn sore, and every time she moved, she’d remember the feel of my cock inside her.

This was my woman, and I was going to find a way to be with her. Claiming her lips, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, and she kissed me back with the same kind of passion. This was what it was like to be on fire.

The heat between us was almost scorching.

I let go of her hands and pulled back. Holding onto her hips, I watched my cock. Her pussy was so damn beautiful. The puffy lips of her cunt were open around my dick, and I watched as I slid in and out of her. My dick was covered in her cream, and I just couldn’t resist stroking her engorged clit. With each little touch, the walls of her cunt tightened around my dick. She was getting closer to orgasm, and I held it back as long as I could.

Charlotte screamed and begged me to let her come, but I couldn’t do it. We were going to get off together, and I was going to fill her with my cum.

Chapter Seven

Charlotte

Just as I felt myself start to come down from the high, felt the next orgasm rise up, there was this rhythmic thumping coming closer. I snapped my eyes open; not knowing what it was until it was too late.

My bedroom door swung open, and standing in the doorway was my mom and Derek’s father. For a second we were all frozen, our parents watching in horror, the feel of Derek’s hard cock still inside me, and the world seeming to crumble right before my very eyes.

Derek had blankets wrapped around us in seconds, but the damage had already been done.

“We heard screaming,” Derek’s father said, looking between us, his eyes wide, a look of shock on his face His voice sounded monotone, as if he couldn’t imagine that what was happening right now was real.

My mother had a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. Before I could say anything, maybe explain what was happening, even if it was obvious, she turned and fled.

“Mom,” I yelled after her, but she’d already disappeared into her room and shut the door.

“I’ll...” Greg started but never finished the sentence. He closed the door, giving us privacy, but leaving me feeling as if I’d been tarred and feathered and abandoned. I felt humiliated, scared, and raw. This wasn’t how I’d wanted this to go, obviously.

“Fuck,” Derek said, already out of me and getting dressed. “I’m sorry, baby.”

It wasn’t his fault, not totally, at least. I’d been screaming, knowing they were downstairs, but unable to stop myself because it felt so good.

“This is my fault, too.” I exhaled, grabbed a t-shirt and sweats, and together we headed out of the bedroom. I’d much prefer to get cleaned up, but I was decent enough, and I needed to speak with my mom.

“I’ll talk to my dad. I think it’s probably best we talk to our parents alone first.”

I nodded, because I didn’t want to face Greg right now, not when the image of him seeing us like that was so fresh.

Derek kissed me softly for a second and then we parted ways. He went down the stairs after Greg, and I stood in front of my mom’s bedroom door, feeling nervous, angry, and humiliated. Knocking on the wood, I heard her sniffling and closed my eyes, feeling guilty that she was obviously having a hard time with this.

“Come in, Charlotte,” my mother said, and I pushed the door open.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, not crying as I’d thought, but still looking upset.

“Come and sit next to me, sweetheart.” She spoke so softly, motherly, that I was the one that wanted to cry now.

I moved toward her and sat on the bed, staring at my hands in my lap. The silence stretched on for longer than was comfortable, but then she exhaled and turned to face me.

“Charlotte...”

“I know,” I said when she’d stopped talking, as if she hadn’t known what to say.

“Honey, what is going on?”

I shook my head and closed my eyes. “A lot of stuff, Mom.” My feelings for Derek had changed, completely turned around.

“I thought you really disliked Derek. You two are always bickering; I just assumed—”

“I thought I hated him, Mom,” I said and looked at her. “But I care for him; I’ve just kept it hidden.” I swallowed, seeing the love in my mom’s eyes as she looked at me. “I’m so embarrassed that you saw that, but it’s my own fault for allowing it to happen with you guys just downstairs.” I covered my face with my hands and let a ragged breath out. Then I felt my mom touch my shoulder, and I lowered my hands to my lap.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

The look I gave her has her laughing.

“Okay, there is, but I’m not so close-minded that I don’t know what you’re going through.”

That surprised me a little. My mother always seemed so reserved, so proper, even with Greg.

“I did my fair share of things back in the day, and I even got caught once by my mother.”

“Really?” I asked.

She nodded and pushed a piece of my hair away. “Yeah. It wasn’t with my stepbrother, but...” she started laughing. “Listen, you’re eighteen and young. But you’re also an adult, know what you want out of life, and excel at school. Is walking in on my daughter with her stepbrother shocking?”

I winced at hearing that, because it sounded so wrong.

My mom started laughing again.  “Yes, I’m shocked, but the initial surprise has faded.” She pushed more hair off my face and smiled. “I don’t know if this is a serious thing, or just a momentary thing, but I want you happy.”

God, this wasn’t how I thought this conversation would go, and I certainly hadn’t thought my mother would be okay with this. She accepted what I wanted, as long as I was happy. I didn’t feel so bad about it anymore. No, the humiliation was still there, but that was temporary and I could live with that.

Derek

My dad was sitting on the porch, a beer in his hand despite it being early as fuck, and I could feel the tension around him. I stepped up beside him, not sure what to say. Getting caught didn’t embarrass me, but I was worried about Charlotte and didn’t want her feeling weird around my dad.

“Is this just a one time thing?” my dad asked, before tipping his beer back and taking a long pull from it. When he set it back on the porch banister, I stared off at the yard.

“What difference does it make?” I wasn’t trying to be an asshole.

He looked at me, this hard expression on his face. “It matters, Derek.”

I rested my forearms on the banister. “I know; it matters to me, too.” I looked at him again, saw him nod, but we stayed silent for several long seconds. “I care about Charlotte, and she isn’t just a one time deal for me.”

My dad didn’t respond right away, but I didn’t feel that thick tension anymore.

“I don’t know what the hell is going to happen between you two and all of this, but I hope you know what you’re doing.”

I stood up straight and nodded. “She cares about me, too, but I know she’s worried about what you guys will think.” My dad looked at the ground for a second.

He looked me right in the eyes. “I’m your old man, and I love you; I would protect you with my life.”

I felt a “but” coming on here.

“If you break her heart, Derek, you and I will have problems.”

“There aren’t any worries about that. I have no plans to hurt Charlotte. I’d rather tear off my own arm first.” My dad clapped me on the shoulder.

“Good, because she’s a good girl.”

She was, but she was my girl, and I’d make sure to treat her right.

Epilogue

Charlotte

“What are you thinking?” Derek asked, taking a seat beside me on our back porch. It has been five years since we were caught having sex, and a lot has happened since then. First, Derek and I, we’re married, but not one part of our life has been easy. No, not one single part of it.

First, we decided that we weren’t going to keep our relationship a secret. Therefore, when we went to school holding hands, chaos ensued. Our friends called us names, and no one wanted to know me. Derek was really popular, go figure. He was sweet though, and made sure the whole school knew not to mess with me.

“Just thinking about how we’re here together.”

We got married straight out of high school, and I’d gone to college with him while he played ball. Our relationship has gotten stronger with every passing year.

“How’s my little guy?” Derek asked, placing his hand on my swollen stomach.

“It’s a girl, and she’s fine. You’re going to be an awesome father.”

Derek nuzzled my neck and sighed contentedly. We watched the sun slowly start to set, and I rested against his chest. “It’s going to be a boy.”

“You just can’t handle being wrong,” I said.

This was our first time pregnant, and we were both nervous. He tried to pretend that he wasn’t terrified, but I knew he was.

“I can handle anything because I’ve got you, baby.”

Our parents had been shocked, but they'd been there for us. It was one of the most surreal experiences of my life, watching my parents talk about how we weren’t related, and how fucked up everything was. After everyone got over the initial shock, they embraced us with open arms.

I didn’t care about Derek’s career, or how much money he’d make, I loved him, and I knew he loved me. To me, that was all that mattered, everything else can fade away.

Derek

Charlotte and I, we’ve got our happy ending. I love her, and I’ll never love another woman. She is my soul mate.

I wanted her, I got her, and now, I’m going to keep her.

The End

Coming Soon

I’d sold my virginity, just given it to the highest bidder like it didn’t mean anything. Now here I stood, staring at the man who had paid for me, frightened because I didn’t know if he’d be cruel or gentle, or like his pleasure with pain.

He was big and imposing, and he looked dangerous, so dangerous that I felt my hands shake at my sides. He wore a three-piece suit, looked powerful, as if he could crush anyone that stood in his way.

“Why are you here?” he asked in that deep, slightly accented voice of his.

I swallowed. “Because I need the money.” Why lie? I was being honest, telling him exactly why I’d stoop so low as to sell myself for a night, give up my virginity to a wealthy man like him.

He took a step into the swath of light, his full imposing height and muscular body coming into view. God, that suit did nothing to hide how strong he was.

“That’s not the right answer,” he said, his face void of emotion, his voice hard, flat.

I didn’t know what he wanted. What I did know was that tonight he could do whatever he liked to me. I’d signed the contract, was fully aware I was his in any way he saw fit. I would to play by the rules. “I’m not sure what I should say or do.” Again, why lie?

“You’re here for the sole purpose of pleasing me,” he said and started unbuttoning his suit jacket. “You’re here because I paid a fortune for you, for the chance to claim that cherry and make your pussy raw, sore.”

God, I was shaking now, but my pussy was wet.

“You’re here and by the end of the night you won’t be able to sit comfortably, and every time you walk, you’ll still be able to feel my big fucking cock inside your cunt.”

My throat was tight, dry, and the closer he came, the more he undressed, the more I started to feel like the very unfortunate prey to a very dangerous predator.

To be continued...

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