Sarah
I knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him.
All my senses told me to run from David Campbell, but his kisses made me forget the reality of my life and lose myself in pleasure.
Everything about this was wrong and put me and my family in danger.
- David, we can't. – I say without much conviction.
- Do not think. Let your heart speak for you. You want me as much as I want you.
- I'm engaged to your father. He will kill us.
- You can't marry someone you don't love. You want me; you don’t want my father.
- You don’t understand.
- What do I don’t understand? What do you think will happen if you don’t marry him? Are you that afraid?
- My life is not important. The important thing is to keep my family safe.
I move away from him, knowing I let him desperate at the loss of contact.
He follows me, traps me between him and the door, and searches for my lips.
I try to resist, I swear I try, but the smell of his breath clouds my senses, and it’s impossible to resist.
His hands ran over my body until he went under my black dress.
I shudder and moan at his touch.
He runs his hand through the waistband of my underwear and, without any shame, inserts his hand between the soft fabric and my warm skin. His fingers gently pass over my clitoris until they reach the inside of my hot, wet, and pulsing pussy.
I moan into his mouth, the same one that kissed me so deeply.
I feel David's fingers fuck me, and I can’t resist moving my hips to the rhythm.
David's body pressed against me lets me notice the enormous bulge he had in his pants.
- You're going to be the death of me, David.
- And what a sweet death it will be.
I wrap my arms around David's waist, lifting his t-shirt and running my fingers down his back.
I give up fighting and give in to the pleasure.
David's free hand grabs the key on the door and turns it, leaving the two of us locked in the room. The same room where I had tried to lock him in after picking him up from the sex club where I was ordered to go and get him.
My dress rises to my waist, and with one pull, he tears the fragile fabric from which my little panties were made.
Opening the button and zipper of his jeans, he takes out his big, thick cock, erect and hard with desire for me.
- I need a condom.
- In my bag.
He picks up my bag from the floor and find what he was looking for.
Taking me by the waist, he lifts me until my legs are intertwined around his waist and takes me to the bed.
He drops his pants, and in seconds, the condom paper is torn, and with trembling hands, he puts it on.
He presses the tip of his penis against my love hole and enters me with a single push.
When that huge cock, evades my body, I have to scream with delight.
I lost count of the time he spent in and out of me, sharing hungry kisses.
- David, oh my God, David. Fuck me. Harder.
- Take off your dress; I want to suck those firm breasts of yours. I want to lick all your skin. I want you to melt beneath me.
I shudder again. I could be discovered and killed for this, but nothing in the world would stop us from making love now. I will stop tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow I will stop this. Today, I want to be his.
With his help, I pull off my dress and throw it on the floor. He undresses, leaving the both of us naked and needing.
- You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You deserve everyone to kneel at your feet and worship you, not an old man.
I blush.
David's tongue licks my wet pussy, covered by my juices. My clit vibrates, feeling his rough tongue. His cock twisted for my taste.
I open my legs, giving him more access.
In minutes, he makes me scream with each consecutive orgasmic explosion.
- Do not stop! Do not stop! Oh my God, don't you dare to stop. So good. So good! So fuckkkkkking good!
I almost have an out-of-body experience with my first multiple orgasm. It was as if my soul had left my body and was hovering in a perfect paradise I had never known. So high, so hot.
David doesn't let me recover and enters me again. Each back-and-forth movement takes me back to that stratospheric place I was moments before. Sometimes, he pulled out of me so slowly that it drove me crazy; other times, so fast that it made the bed creak.
-Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! - I screamed at his pace.
- God, Sarah, you are so hot.
He covers my mouth with his lips, fucking me like no one has ever fucked me before.
David forces me to my knees and invades me from behind. His cock goes even deeper, and I scream with pleasure when I come once again.
David couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer, and when I came, he exploded inside the condom.
Tired, I fall on my stomach, and he falls on top of me. We are both tired and satisfied.
After some seconds, he kneels behind me, looking at my tired body with a victorious smile, and says:
- So fucking beautiful.
I turn until my back rests on the mattress and look at him. How am I going to survive this? How will I be close to him and not touch him? How am I supposed to lie in his father's bed, knowing he's in the next room? Yes, he'll be the death of me.
There is no heaven, only hell, and it is here, on earth.
DavidTwo months beforePeople say I’m so gorgeous that all the women and even some men hover around me like flies hovering over cows.They all think I like de attention, but that really pisses me off.I have mirrors. I know I’m attractive, but the reality of being my father’s son doesn’t let me forget that my name spices their attention like a magnet.On the plane, everything was the same. Women were giggling and hovering over me, and I kept smiling like a mother fucker spoil brat.I am 26 now, and I spend a big part of my life abroad. My dear old father decided to ship me to a private school in Europe when my mother died. I was 16 years old, and losing a mother and be send to a place like that almost killed me, but I survived.Returning home after ten long years should be a happy moment. I haven’t seen my father and siblings for more than four years, but the reality of knowing the truth about my family almost gives me a nervous breakdown.Yeah, true; I have a perfect, rich life, and
DavidMichael drops Sarah off at her house. - I tell Father, you are at your home,—my brother says, and I raise an eyebrow and smirk; at that exact moment, Sarah turns her eyes to me. - Well, tomorrow morning, I'll catch a plane to Australia. I'll be back in a month or two. If you need anything, call me.- I hope everything goes well there. Don't forget to take your pills for motion sickness. Your father asked me to remember you.I would laugh if it were funny. My father is not worried about Michael getting sick, but if he read in the newspaper that his oldest son threw up on the plane's first class, it would be a scandal.- They're already inside the laptop bag.- Goodnight, David, and welcome home. – she says with a beautiful smile.I feel my face burning. "Welcome home". She was the first to say it. With my biggest seductive smile, I reply:- Goodnight, stepmother, and thank you.Michael was already in the car and told the driver to take off without waiting for her to enter the ho
DavidI was restless.I left London at 5 pm and slept for most of the 12-hour flight.Arriving in Los Angeles at 9 pm when my body told me it was 5 am didn't give me the slightest desire to sleep.The jetlag was weird as fuck, and for me, the day sims to start, not to end.I miss my friends, both the ones from England and the ones I left here when I left the US.I picked up the phone and called Thomas Halley, my childhood friend.- I'm home. Shall we have a drink?David, you're finally back? Thank God! I'm on my way to a bar in Santa Monica. Meet me there.- I don't want to be the third wheel on your little bike.- Quit the shit. I was going to have a drink. If I found someone interested in having sex, I say no thanks. Seeing my best friend after so long is more important than sex. - Thomas says, laughing.- Frankly Thomas. Is there anything more important than sex for you?They both laugh, and David hangs up the phone."Tomorrow I have to buy a car. Today, I'm taking an Uber."In the
SarahWhen I arrive at the club, I go in and look around.I became very good at this, and like an owl looking for its prey, I look for "my prey."It wasn't too tricky to find David sitting in one of the lounges with a woman on his lap.I approach him and cough, but he didn't see or hear me.I hit the woman on the shoulder, and she separates her lips from David and looks up irritated.The handle of my gun is strategically visible and my eyes are cold as icy. The woman who had looked at me with irritation swallowed hard and disappeared from the scene so fast that David still held something as if she had never gone.He finally looks at me.- Stepmommy! – He says, completely drunk and ironic as hell. - You scare my “fuck away.” You're so mean! – He says, looking at my cleavage.- Eyes up here. - I say, pointing to my eyes. - After a 12-hour trip, the first thing you do is get drunk?- It was Thomas's fault. He's the one who got me drunk.- Hey, traitor. - Thomas shouts to make himself he
SarahAfter last night, the last thing I needed was to be woken up by Simon. When I pick up the phone, I can't help but roll my eyes.- Good morning, Simon. Don't tell me that David is in trouble again.- No. That idiot has a hangover. It serves him well. Anyway, I wanted to tell you to stop by my office before going to work. I need to talk to you face to face.- I'll be there as fast as possible, but did I do something wrong? I got David…- You did nothing wrong, my dear. I want you at my office. You don’t need to run; I’m still at my house.And he hangs up.“Fuck. What he won’t now? Hope it’s not sex.”I can stop a chill in my stomach.Flashback to hellAlone, locked in the office of the man who caused her father's death, she begs under the man's cold gaze.- Miss Scott, business is business. Your father knew the conditions when he accepted my money. What do I care if you're going to live on the street with your mother? That property is not even enough to cover the remaining debt.-
DavidIt was hard to open my eyes, but I got up and grabbed my carry-on bag. I take two painkillers, swallowing them dry.Then I look around, trying to remember how the hell I got home last night. How did I put on my pajamas and go to bed?My memory ended with the 7 or 8 whiskey I had drunk.I undress and go into the shower. Closing my eyes and letting the hot water clean away a bad night's sleep, I say:- Fuck, my head. How the hell did I get home?As if by magic, Sarah's eyes materialize in front of me.- Had it happened or did I dreamed it? Did Sarah go to get my drunk ass at the club, and did we almost kiss?I finish my business in the bathroom, get some clothes, and go downstairs.In the dining room, my father was sitting at the head of the table, reading The Wall Street Journal and having coffee. The Los Angeles Times was also on the table, clearly evidence of being read."Shit, he's been waiting for me for a long time" - I thought, sitting down immediately.- Good Morning Maste
DavidWhen Sarah's cold words go out of her mouth, she leaves.Who cares about what my father won’t? At this moment, I just want to be far away from his new wife.So I did the best thing I could remember: I called Thomas.Sometime later, in a fine restaurant, I and Thomas were having lunch.- Did I dream, or did you have your stepmother on your lap last night?- What? I don’t remember that, but she's not my stepmother yet. She needs to marry my fucking father first. If it depends on me, she will never be his wife.- You just met her. Why do you hate her so much?- What are you talking about?- You just said you are against your father's marriage.- Don’t be an idiot. She’s too good for a piece of shit like my father.- Oh God. Here we go again. How many times did we talk about this? He’s Simon fucking Campbell. You can’t do anything against him. Not even God can do anything against him.- We will see about that.Thomas rolled over his eyes.- You don't know what you're saying. And it'
Sarah- Sarah, dear, I swear I will kill that son of mine. He is drunk, again, and in a nightclub belonging to the Yacuza. The driver has the address of the house. Go there and bring the idiot back before he gets killed and starts a war. I sent six men to accompany you.- Okay, Simon. – Why would I ask anything else? Simon would say absolutely nothing more than he had already said.A question hovered in my head. How did he always know where his son was? Did he have men following him?- Oh, and dear, do not bring him to my house. Lock him up at your house. If I see him, I swear I will kill him. Some clothes will be in the car. That way, you two can go together, and I will be sure that he will be working by your side. God, this is my fault. That woman spoiled him. His whore mother ruined this boy forever. I don't know what I'm going to do with him. Honey, if you can't get him into business, I'll... give up on him.- Simon?!- What good is a son who isn't trustworthy? God, I should have