Chapter 4

The moment Edward turned his head, my whole body froze.

Ryan's cock had already pushed its scorching-hot, rock-hard tip inside me, pulsing with a beast-like rhythm.

But I didn't dare move.

I held my breath.

The blanket was still draped over our waists, but I was overcome with fear of being discovered.

The car jolted violently again.

His gaze lingered for less than two seconds before he turned back to the road ahead.

In the rearview mirror, Edward's gaze swept over us.

"Hold on tight—this part of the road is steeper."

His voice was calm, showing no sign of anything amiss.

I let out a sigh of relief and almost fainted.

But before I could feel completely relieved, Ryan's hand clamped tightly around my waist again.

He hadn't pulled out.

And he used the next jolt to push down hard.

The fabric stretched to its limit.

That scorching, hard object sank in all the way.

My vision went white.

I was too full. Too big.

It was more real and brutal than any scene I'd fantasized about during countless late nights.

It thrust all the way to the deepest part of me in one go, stretching me so much that my toes even curled.

I bit down on a corner of the blanket, forcing every sound back into my throat.

Tears welled up instantly, not from pain but from the painfully vivid sense of fullness and the shame of being completely possessed.

Ryan's breath hit the nape of my neck, hot enough to burn.

He let out a low gasp, and a suppressed growl rumbled from his chest.

I caught a golden gleam in his eyes out of the corner of my eye.

"You feel so tight..." he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I like it."

Each time the car bounced, it felt as if it were helping him thrust deeper.

I sat on top of him, passively enduring the friction brought on by each jolt.

My panties were pushed aside and soaked through.

Mixed with his body heat, they emitted a faint, lewd squelching sound.

I could clearly feel him throbbing inside me, growing harder and hotter by the second.

Edward was still driving, keeping his eyes fixed on the steep road ahead.

BUZZ!

His phone vibrated again, and he answered it, speaking in a hushed voice and giving instructions.

Phrases like "handoffs," "safe houses," and "no mishaps" hung like a thin veil over the forbidden union between Ryan and me.

The closer I felt to his father, who was less than two meters away, the more my body clenched instinctively.

Ryan clearly sensed it, too.

His hand slid from my waist to my lower abdomen, pressing down through my skirt as if gauging the depth of his penetration.

With his other hand, he lifted a corner of the blanket, and his fingertips probed beneath it.

He accurately found that swollen, aching little nub and began to massage it slowly.

"You're sucking me in..." he whispered. "You love my dick, right? Or you're afraid he'll find out?"

I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Shame and pleasure tightened around me until I could hardly breathe.

It was wrong.

I was his stepmother.

And Edward was right up ahead.

Yet, my body responded honestly, sending wave after wave of orgasm through me.

My first orgasm hit me suddenly and fiercely.

My whole body shook violently, and my insides contracted wildly, squeezing Ryan even tighter.

He let out a muffled groan, gripped my hips, and began thrusting into me.

His movements weren't large, but each thrust was deep and forceful, as if he were staking his claim.

"Squeeze me any harder...and I'll come inside you," he growled, his voice thick with restraint as he bit my earlobe.

The car kept moving forward.

Edward hummed a tune while driving, his eyes fixed straight ahead, completely oblivious to the intensity in the back seat.

The steep road gradually leveled out, but the bumps remained.

Ryan used those undulations to push me down again and again.

I could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge.

That thing inside me swelled to its limit, throbbing fast and fiercely.

"Stepmom, it feels so tight inside you..."

"I'm close..."

"I'll mark you now, okay?"

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms tightly around me from behind and pressed his teeth against the nape of my neck.

Pain and pleasure exploded simultaneously.

I bit down hard on the blanket, swallowing all my screams.

The next second, waves of scalding fluid gushed inside me.

Hotter and thicker than Edward's, with a hint of a beast's gamey scent, it ruthlessly washed over my insides.

Ryan came inside me.

He came deep inside me for a long time.

With each pulse, I felt like he was leaving something behind in my body. I could feel it overflowing and trickling down the insides of my thighs, soaking the blanket.

Panting, he buried his face in the crook of my shoulder as his breathing gradually steadied.

The bite mark on the back of my neck burned like a brand.

Edward's voice rang out, calm yet weary. "We'll be there in another half hour. If you're tired, just lean back and get some sleep."

Feeling that scalding fluid slowly trickling out, I blushed.

Shame surged over me like a tide.

But what was even more terrifying was that deep within that shame, there was a hint of secret satisfaction—one that made me loathe myself.