Chapter 2 Her Husband, My Sin (2)

I couldn’t sleep all through the long night, no matter how much I tossed and turned. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind went to a dark, forbidden place.

I kept dreaming about Dave, about how he could fuck me and tear me apart in the best way.

It was a constant, pulsing thought that made my skin itch. I stayed awake for hours, just staring at the shadows on the ceiling.

By the time the room started to brighten, it was morning already. I knew Mother could walk in at any time, but I felt paralyzed.

I wanted to get up and prepare myself for school, but my body wouldn’t move. I felt breathless, trapped in a wave of heat that ran through my entire system.

Dave. Oh, Dave. I wanted my stepfather’s cock so badly it was making me physically sick with desire.

Finally, I found the strength to roll out of bed. My legs felt weak as I stripped off my nightdress and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, letting the water hit my skin, and started bathing, trying to wash away the filth of my thoughts.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked. Someone had walked into my room. I was about to shout and ask who it was when the shower curtain moved. Dave walked straight into the bathroom, completely naked.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. My voice was small, and my body was shivering uncontrollably. It wasn’t a shiver of fear, though—it was pure, raw lust.

The man I had been craving all night was right here with me, naked and hard. The dark, hungry look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know: he wanted me just as much.

Dave didn’t speak a single word. He just moved closer, invading my space. Before I could say anything else, he wrapped his large hand around my waist and pulled me flush against him. I melted against his chest—it was massive, hairy, and radiating heat.

“D—”

Everything happened so fast. His lips crashed onto mine, silencing me. I was shocked for a split second, but instead of pushing him away, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I started kissing him back with the same desperate force he was using. Dave’s kiss wasn’t gentle or romantic; it was fierce and hungry, as if he had been starving for the taste of me for years.

I opened my mouth wide, granting him full access to explore every inch of me. My body shook with tremors as he swallowed all my moans.

I loved it. Just the sensation of his tongue and the smell of his skin made me dripping wet and incredibly horny.

His hands began to roam all over my wet body, never breaking the kiss, as if his very healing depended on touching me. His hands moved up to my boobs, gripping them tight.

I let out a soft, high-pitched moan, but his kiss swallowed it as Dave began to pinch my nipples, twisting and toying with the hardened peaks. He finally pulled away from my mouth, leaving me gasping for air.

I wasn’t even able to adjust my breathing before he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me hard against the bathroom wall.

Dave leaned down and licked my nipple before lapping, sucking, and biting at the sensitive flesh. Countless moans escaped me. I stopped thinking and just began enjoying every single thing he was doing to me.

This was how my mother felt last night—no wonder she couldn’t stop her moans. I couldn’t either. My cries grew louder and more frequent, begging for more as Dave’s hands and mouth continued to ruin me.

He let go of my boobs and started licking his way down my body. His tongue moved over my stomach, heading straight for my petals. He parted my legs gently and knelt between them on the shower floor.

Dave leaned in and sniffed my pussy. I could feel his hot breath fan against my sensitive skin, making my thighs tremble so much that I could barely stand.

“Ha!” I let out a loud scream, my fingers grabbing his hair and pulling as he teased me, circling his tongue around my swollen clit. I felt breathless, overstimulated, and frustrated.

“Please,” I sobbed, my head hitting the wall. “Fuck me with your tongue. Please.”

As if he had been waiting for me to beg, Dave obeyed instantly. In one fast, powerful motion, he thrust his tongue deep inside me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, looking up as I moaned his name over and over.

“Yes, Dave!” I thrashed against the wall. “Just like that! Faster!!!”

Dave grabbed my hips with his strong hands, forcing me to stay in place. He withdrew his tongue slightly before pushing it back in, mimicking a real fuck. My eyes rolled back into my head, my whole body vibrating at the sensation.

This was crazy. Every vein in my body felt alive and electric. My soul felt like it was melting as I moaned his name like a prayer until, finally, I lost control. I emptied myself, my juices flowing right into his mouth as my muscles clamped shut.

This is fucking good, I thought.

He stood up, tall and dominant. We both stared at each other for a moment. I could see my own juices dripping from the corner of his mouth, and it made him look even sexier—like a dominant demigod.

“Snow? Are you okay?”

Hearing my name made me snap back to reality instantly. Damn it. It was all in my head. Everything—the touch, the kiss, the tongue—it was just my imagination. Nothing was real.

“Snow!” My mother called again from the bedroom.

“Mother,” I choked out, trying to steady my voice. “I’m... I’m just bathing.”

“Oh my goodness. You scared the shit out of me. I thought something had happened. I heard a noise.”

“Nothing, Mother. I’m fine.”

“Food is ready. Be fast. You’ll be late for college.”

I stood there in the shower, feeling a deep sense of frustration. Nothing that just happened was real. Dave wasn’t here. He hadn’t kissed me or touched me.

I turned and stared at the mirror in the bathroom, looking at my flushed face and my hardened nipples—the clear, physical signs of how aroused I was.

Even if I kept dreaming of Dave, I knew deep down in my heart that he was off-limits. He was my mother’s husband.

I quickly finished my bath, wiped my body dry, and headed back to my room. I took out the dress I wanted to wear to college. I was about to put it on when my phone started buzzing on the nightstand.

I picked up my phone to check the caller ID. It was Hunter, my boyfriend. Oh yes, I did have a boyfriend, though he felt like a million miles away right now.

“Hello.”

“Snow, how are you?” His voice sounded so thin, so normal compared to the storm in my head.

“Fine,” I replied, sitting heavily on the edge of the bed. Whenever Hunter called, he always took his time talking about nothing.

We talked for a few minutes about our schedules.

“I miss you,” he suddenly said, his voice dropping an octave.

I’d been avoiding him. Ever since I’d caught a glimpse of Dave’s size, Hunter just didn’t seem like enough.

But since I was already so sexually aroused and frustrated, I figured getting down with Hunter wouldn’t be a bad idea. Maybe it would help.

“I’ll come over after lectures,” I promised.

“Really? You mean it?”

“Yeah. See you later, Hunter.”

I sighed deeply after ending the call. Maybe Hunter could help divert my attention away from Dave. I really hoped so, because this obsession was starting to take over my life.

After putting on my dress and fixing my hair, I picked up my bag and headed downstairs. Mother and her husband were already seated at the dining table.

“You took so long,” Mother said as soon as she saw me, though she was smiling.

“I’m sorry. Good morning, Mom and Dad,” I greeted them, taking my seat.

I hated myself for calling him “Dad.” Every time I said it, it felt like a lie. But Mother forced me to, claiming a stepfather is also a father and should be respected as such.

Dave didn’t look up. He just kept eating, his expression unreadable. Did he see me peeping last night? Was he ignoring me because he knew?

That thought wouldn’t leave my mind. I watched him from the corner of my eye, hoping for any kind of reaction, a smirk, a look, anything, but I got none. He acted like I wasn’t even there.

After eating a few bites, I stood up. “I’ll be leaving now,” I said, grabbing my car keys from the counter. I leaned down and kissed my mother on the cheek. “See you later.”

She smiled and waved a hand at me. “Drive safely, honey.”

“I will, Mother.”

I stared at the back of Dave’s head one more time before driving out of the mansion. Maybe Dave didn’t see me after all.

Because if he had seen me watching them, surely he would have told my mother about my dirty little secret... wouldn’t he?