Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter7

“I was at the bar because Lauren was invited by the bartender guy, Pat.” I explained, crossing my arms against my chest. I saw him looking at the hem of my jean skirt, and at the low plunging line of my red tank top. “I had no idea that you were going to be there, trust me, or I wouldn’t have showed up” I added. He looked angry with me, and I didn’t understand why. “I can’t stand here and not touch you” he said as he leaned towards me. I moved out of the way.

I couldn’t get caught up in his touch again, and I couldn’t let him take control of me. I headed to bar in the basement to get a drink, hoping he wouldn’t follow me down the stairs. He did, I felt him gaining ground on me. I kicked off my sandals and went right to the freezer, pulling out a bottle of Vodka and grabbing a glass. “Make mine a double” he said, taking a seat in front of meat the bar. I grabbed another glass, made two strong drinks, and added some club soda to help make the concoction drinkable. We both sat there and drank, not saying word. This basement was the location of many of our hookups when I was in high school, and I wanted to keep the memories out of my mind.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night” he admitted, waiting for a response from me. Even though I felt the same way, I didn’t want to expose myself to him. I didn’t want to say the things that he expected to hear the things he expected. I stood there looking at how different he was from me, in his biker gear, tattoos and all. I tilted my head back and took the rest of the drink in one gulp with his eyes watching me. “Come here” he said, and for some reason I did. I walked around the bar, and crashed into him.

Carter put his arms around me, and started running his hands down my back. My nipples were getting hard as I pressed against him, and I already knew where this was going to go. “Let’s go to bed” I whispered, looking for the comfort of my bed and his body. He held my hand and took me to the main level of the house, and then up to my bedroom. He sat on the bed and I walked up to him, pulling the banana of his head, and kissing his forehead. He pushed my shirt up my stomach, kissing around my bellybutton.

I unbuttoned my jean skirt and slipped out of it, keeping on my boy short underwear. As he watched me I pulled my tank top above my head, and slowly undid my bra. I pushed his heavy black leather vest off, his shoulders, and dropped it to the floor. I let him run his hands up and down my body, and then I straddled him on the bed. He took my breast in his mouth and I rubbed his shoulders and arms. I grinded against him, feeling him swell through his jeans underneath me. I pushed him down on the bed, and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled the jeans down, leaving his underwear on, and climbed on top of him. He yanked his shirt above his head and tossed it, showing his rock hard abs.

I kissed his shoulders, his neck, his chest covered in tattoos, and around his jawline. I moved my way down to his stomach. As I pulled him out of his underwear, I admired how big he was. I started to pump him with my hands, and then I covered his dick with my mouth. I could barely get halfway down it, by made myself take more and more each time. I loved listening to him saying my name, digging his fingers in my hair. I knew he was too big to take him all the way, so I got him wet and ready to cum. Once I knew he was almost there, I pushed my underwear down and crawled on top of him.

I slowly took him in, arching my back and enjoying every inch. He growled and grabbed onto my thighs, watching me as I started to move up and down him. I loved the feeling of control, deciding how much I was going to take each time I came down on him, and moving myself around. As I grinded harder, I was reaching a climax. I spread my legs out further and pushed hard against him as I was hit with an orgasm, making him penetrate further from the slickness of my cum. As he slid further in me I could feel him breathing fast, and I saw he was gripping the sheets. I wanted to push him over the limit, and I wanted to make him remember me. I rode him hard and fast, pulling to the very top of him and then pushing back down hard. Each time I knew he was almost gone, and then he grabbed my hips and arched into me, filling me with hot creamy cum. He pumped and pumped, and I rode him until it he was done.