“You left my mother,” I say in an accusatory tone. “Brenda was going through a medical crisis, and you left her! What does that say about you? I guess marriage vows don’t mean much to a billionaire like you, do they?”
At that, his jaw tightens, and the skin around his temples flexes a bit. But Chase maintains his equanimity.
“I did divorce your mother,” he says in a slow tone. “But there’s more to it than you think. You can’t see inside someone’s marriage, Haley,” he says, his tone oddly dangerous. “So don’t judge without knowing the facts.”
But I already know all I need to know and lean forward with angry spots on my cheeks.
“What I know is that my mom suffered a terrible back injury that she never recovered from. She blew up like a balloon from all the drugs they pumped into her, and started resembling a pincushion. No, it wasn’t pretty. No, Brenda didn’t like it, but that doesn’t mean that divorce was the answer. Husbands and wives are supposed to stick it out, through sickness and through health! What part of your marriage vows did you not understand?”
By now, Chase is angry too, with harsh streaks on those high cheekbones. He holds one big hand up, telling me to stop.
“You don’t know what happened in my marriage,” he rasps. “Don’t leap to conclusions.”
But I’m beyond angry at this point, and jump to my feet.
“Youdon’t leap to conclusions,” I spit right back. “You know what? This isn’t going to work. I’ll inform the club that you and I just don’t get along, and that they need to refund your money. I’m sure you can find another playmate to suck your dick, Mr. Wheaton.” Then, I begin to look around, searching for my phone. “Stupid cell,” I mutter. “Why is it that I can never find it when I need it?—”
But that’s when I’m pulled off my feet. Literally, one moment I was surveying the small dressing room, and in the next, I was literally yanked into the air and plastered against a big male body.
“Mmmph!” I squeak as Chase’s lips slam onto mine. “Ummmph!” To be honest, his kiss hurts. He’s relentless and aggressive, and his tongue pushes against the seam of my lips before pressing into my mouth. “Mmmph!” I squeal again in protest, my small hands beating against his wide chest. “Ummmph!”
But the billionaire takes no prisoners. He’s commanding, masterful, and within seconds, he’s coaxed my mouth open and seized the air from my lungs. My big breasts are pressed flat against his wide chest, and he lifts me up with his big hands beneath my ass, before circling my legs around his waist.
“Brat,” he curses when we finally come up for air, those blue eyes dangerous. “You get what you deserve.”
I’m already heady with desire, my curves going soft and melty as I cling to his muscled torso. Oh my god, what’s going on? This man is my evil stepfather who broke my mother’s heart. He left us as paupers, and I shouldn’t be kissing him, much less enjoying it.
But Chase has other ideas, and within seconds, he’s stalked into the adjoining room and deposited me onto the huge bed. I bounce breathlessly, my tits jiggling as he rips away my silk robe with one hand before appraising my lush curves with bright blue eyes.
“Yessss,” he hisses. “So beautiful.”
I’m about to protest when he flips me over onto my stomach, pressing me into the mattress. Literally, I can’t breathe and let out a muffled scream, but then he relents and I’m able to turn my head to the side as he strips my g-string off.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he bites out with appreciation while staring at my swollen pinkness. Then, the billionaire bunches the wet panties into his hand before pressing the gusset to his nose and taking a deep inhale of my female fluids. “Fuuuuck,” he moans throatily. “Shit shit shit.”
Oh my god, Chase is so depraved! Who even does this? This isn’t some prison scenario where an inmate’s sniffing the panties of his girlfriend. This is my stepfather! But Chase is a dirty asshole because before I realize it, he’s leaned over and crammed the g-string between my lips.
“Mmph!” I shriek with surprise, eyes going wide. “Ummmph!”
“That’s right,” he rasps in a deep voice. “I don’t want to hear that bratty mouth while I’m fucking you.”
I do everything I can to spit the panties out. I gurgle, I gasp, and I literally try to push them out with my tongue, but to no avail. Meanwhile, Chase chuckles at my efforts before seizing my ankles and pulling me down the bed to get me arranged the way he wants. He spreads my thighs, and takes a long look at me from the back.
“Fuck, your asshole’s tight,” he moans, skimming this thumb over the pink pleats. “But we’re going to go for pussy first. Is that something you’d like, Haley? Is your cunt begging for a deep, hard dicking to feel satisfied?”
Of course, I can’t answer because of the panties stuffed in my mouth, but Chase merely chuckles again, before dipping his head to lick between my thighs. A scream of pleasure tears from my throat then. I can’t help it because it feels so good to have a man’s mouth on my cunt that I wail to the heavens, tears in my eyes.
“Mmmph!” is my delighted cry, hot juices flowing from my secret space to coat his jaw. “Ummmph!”
“My baby likes getting her pussy licked,” Chase grunts with satisfaction before tonguing my little vag hole. “You’re a dirty slut, you know that, sweetheart? You’re so fucking wet, so don’t try to pretend you don’t want it. The only thing that can keep this horny little pussy satisfied is a solid dicking from the man of the house. Isn’t that right, baby girl? Does your wet kitty need a big cock inside? Would that make you happy?”
By now, I think I’ve forgotten my own name. Pleasure floods my veins as Chase continues to lick my cunt, swallowing my sweet juices before fusing his mouth to my clit and sucking hard there.
“Mmmmph!” I scream into the mattress again, my hands scrabbling at the coverlet on top. “Ummmph!”
“Goddamn, my baby likes getting her pussy licked,” he moans in back of me. “But let me try your other hole too. I’ve always liked the taste of a woman’s ass.”
Then, he presses a gentle kiss to my anal pleats before teasing my forbidden darkness with his tongue.
