STEPBROTHER (R-18)
Chapter 3
Scarletts P.O.V
After tossing and turning, you manage to fall asleep that night. Only a few hours go by until you wake up to the sound of creaking and something else.
What the hell is that?
You rub your eyes. The clock on your nightstand reads 2am. You groan and roll over.
"Just go back to sleep. Ignore it" you say to yourself in a raspy voice as you roll over.
Throwing your blankets off yourself you pull yourself up, blink the blurriness from your vision and press your feel to the cold floor. You hear the noise again.
Oliver... its two in the damn morning, some of us still have class
Moaning
OH MY GOD... he's not alone!
You creep from your bedroom towards him. The moaning noises get louder the closer you get to his door. You press your hands against his door with the intent to place your ear against it, but its slightly cracks open.
Fuck...
You hear Oliver fairly groan; the sound makes you clench your thighs together. You inhale a slow breath, closing your eyes for a moment.
I cant fucking believe this.
Your eyes dart to the flatscreen and widen. Porn lights up his darkened room, illuminating his hand which grips the thick shaft of his bulge...
he's bigger than
walking into his room, kneeling before him at the foot
your eyes are pinned to the way he strokes his shaft. Long skilful tugs. Oliver leans back slightly, his abs lit up like a fucking Christmas tree as he masturbates to the tv. He doesn't notice
fuck... fuck,
is too fucking
twitch with the urge to
fingers and I'd have been having an orgasm with him.
twist back around determined to go
him makes me wet. But I-I can't
but halt at your doorway. The urge too return to him overcomes you
as you push the door open
you get the chance to step forward, your eyes lock on Oliver watching as his lips part slightly and he lets out a groan as his shaft switches and he orgasms. He
gasp, feeling your
i planned. Why do i feel like I've been caught
to
body. The
the heat
a towel
on the screen. An autumn haired woman like yourself getting fucked roughly. His eyes follow yours to the TV and he snickers, before dragging the towel across his hardened bulge. It
came to tell you to keep the noise
seem pleased by it
"Think again"
scar. You're still standing here. Salivating