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Knocked up by my new Stepdad

I had only one plan: To git rid of my new stepdad. I never knew; I'd fall hard for him! His free hand slid under my sweater, cupping my breast and pinching the nipple through my bra until I gasped into his mouth. "Clothes off," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with need. "I need to feel you, remind myself you're all mine." "Mark, Carl's right outside the door," I protested, but my hands were already tugging at his shirt. "Door's locked and soundproof. Do it now." He backed me toward the couch, helping yank the sweater over my head and shoving my jeans down my legs. I stood there in my black lace thong and bra, and he dropped to his knees without a word, his eyes hungry as he gripped my thighs. "Spread those legs for me, baby." I did, bracing one hand on the couch arm as his mouth covered me, his tongue flat and hot against my clit, sucking just right while two thick fingers thrust deep inside and curled to hit that spot. "You taste so damn good-all mine," he growled between licks, the vibration sending me over the edge fast. My legs shook as the orgasm ripped through me, and I cried out his name, grinding against his face. He stood up quick, pants shoved down, his thick cock hard and ready. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, impaling me in one smooth thrust. My back hit the leather couch, and he pounded into me rough and deep, his hips snapping with every word. "No one touches what's mine. No one even looks too long." The pleasure built again fast, and I shattered around him, pulling him over the edge too as he groaned and spilled hot inside me, holding us locked together while we caught our breath.
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Chapter 5

Viola.

Of course, there were a ton of guards and everything, but the palace had multiple gates, and it was super crowded with guests, each one arriving with their own security and several cars.

Anyway, I managed to slip out. One of my friends was waiting for me in his Ferrari-the location was with him.

I already sent him.

Some of the guys from the soccer team saw me. They all went, "Whoa, wow-what's this beauty?"

I hopped in the car.

Of course, I started acting all flirty, like a real girly-girl, forgetting I'd always been beautiful, honestly.

They remarked, drooling, "First time seeing you like this. You might've been pretty, but you never showed it off. You always wore jeans, a plain t-shirt, and sneakers, so your looks weren't obvious."

I didn't tell them this was Mom's husband's palace because they were blown away, especially the guy I had a crush on -he was impressed hugely.

He said to me, "Do you know whose family this palace belongs to? I didn't know you were from this family!"

He knew the family, but I didn't personally-because I had no idea until now just how massive it was.

I laughed and said, "What? Come on, let's go to the party. I'd had two glasses inside already, but I wanted to keep drinking, dancing, and having fun."

So I freshened up a bit; clearly, the alcohol was starting to hit my brain. My personality felt different, more fun. As soon as we got to the hotel, we headed to the bar inside-they'd reserved the whole thing, or most of it. Right, not the entire bar.

We walked into the hotel, and everyone stared at me, especially the guys and the men.

We went into the bar, and no one had seen me like this before-not even the girls. They were straight-up jealous.

"What? We didn't know you were this rich." Of course, everyone there was from big, super-wealthy families, but it was obvious my level, thanks to Mom's husband, was way above theirs.

"The necklace you're wearing? That diamond was in a super famous auction, and I know who bought it. How'd it end up with you?" They mentioned in awe.

I lied, " My friend brought it to me, the one who wants to propose. He'd given me watches."

They exchanged looks, like they knew exactly who Mom's husband was.

I continued saying, "It's just a guy who's into me, but I'm not interested."

Actually, this made the guy I like get closer to me. Jack suddenly got right up next to me, clinked glasses, and started dancing with me.

After a bit, his hand began wandering my waist, and he held me tight closer to his chest. Making his first move.

Then I saw Mom calling my phone. I didn't answer. After about half an hour, I was pretty wasted. We shook the phone on speaker and picked up for Mom. Mom said, "You're with your friends?"

He was drunk too. He laughed and said to her, "Don't worry aunt, I'm with her. She's staying with me tonight. "

And she... I didn't know the word "stay" with me tonight could cause such a huge problem.

After 10 minutes, the whole bar shut down. Tons of people were being forced out, getting kicked to the curb. Guards-like the ones from our palace, stormed in and surrounded me.

I found Mom's husband, Mark, right in front of me. He said, "Did I let you leave the palace? For the house party? Did I let you hook up with someone?"

Before I could even speak, he was punching the guy, several blows to the face. His staff and guards dragged the trash out. "I don't want to see him again, and I don't want him anywhere near college," he yelled, commanding.

Drunk as I was, I said to him, "What are you saying? What even brought you here in the first place?" Of course, I wasn't processing any of it.

He said, "What brought me here?" Suddenly, he scooped me up, carried me out a ways, and splashed a glass of water in my face to wake me up.

I jolted awake, shivering, and said, "What are you doing?"

He said, "What am I doing? Because when I say something, you obey." Then he grabbed my arm roughly.

Suddenly, he lifted me between his strong arms. I felt it intensely-I was enjoying it way too much. And I found myself putting my hand on his cheek, walking slowly like I was in a dream. Suddenly, I realized I was kissing his cheek.

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