My Stepfather Is My Mate.

MY FATHER, MY MATE.

I never expected this to happen. I never dreamed of this to happen to me.

“Mate.” He whispered with a frown and dropped his hand.

“Is anything the matter, Hardulph?” My mom questioned with concern.

He refused to reply to her and kept gazing at me.

My body got feverish. Why was this happening to me? Why should someone about to be my stepfather, be my mate?

I refused to believe this at all. What kind of f****d up life is this?

“You are Ravenna?” He questioned with a stunned look. “Ravenna Wolfsong?"

I nodded without thinking and recited his name. “Hardulph Journeys.”

His eyes broadened.

How did I know his name?

“Ravenna, please excuse us right NOW.” my mother ordered.

I jerked out of my thoughts. Why did I just feel like something in me was speaking to him?

Controlling my mouth without letting me speak. I dashed away from there and out of the mansion.

Devastated and worried about how my life was going to turn out to be, this was not what I planned to do.

What was f*****g wrong with me?

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I got close to the garden and cried my eyes out.

My stepfather is...is...my mate. What on earth is going on?

Two weeks passed. I locked myself up in my room all day seeing no one.

I didn’t want to bother anyone. I wanted to be alone in my room all day.

It was for the best.

I didn’t want to see anyone’s face, especially my mother and her husband. I refused to even go to school because of the circumstances that were surrendering me.

Rumors were spreading like wildfire about my mother being a gold digger.

I was even ashamed to be in front of my mother at her engagement party.

It was of no use to be there with her. I was so embarrassed and wished the earth would just open up and swallow me whole.

I had no one to talk to, so I took out my phone and dialed Tunstall’s number, but he wasn’t picking up his calls.

I sighed and dropped the phone on the bed without a word and knew this was about to go down.

Lying beneath him, all I could feel was his hot breath mildly heating every part of the skin he kissed as he traced his path to my navel area.

He was savoring every part of this, from gently kissing my neck to fondling my breasts with his hands, which were driving me nuts. The pleasure was intense.

I was panting and couldn’t take this tension that he had intentionally been building on me for the past five minutes.

“You ready to f**k me now?” I asked, but didn’t get a reply.

He went up to my lips, licking every corner of my mouth, and gently sucking on them, and then he took my tongue into his and I reciprocated the kiss.

He kept on with his kissing routine as he slid his left palm in between my v****a folds, nuzzling my panties to the side.

I was soaking wet, which was obvious as I could feel my juice trailing my thighs

He didn’t go further, just stopped at the entrance of my p***y and rubbed on my c******s with his thumb.

Our smooch was getting rough and intense and oh! How I love the feeling! I was kissing him and moaning ferociously now. I also tried to push my body up so that his finger could enter my p***y.

He wasn’t letting my plan work. He wanted to make me erupt in pleasure and satisfaction before he took his turn in steadily ramming his c**k in and out of my v****a.

He moved from my lips, which caused me to groan in protest, but then he kissed my neck, then to my ears, and my nape

“I love you,” I gently whispered in his ears, but I didn’t get a reply, engrossed in him pleasuring me

Though I regretted saying that, I don’t know how that even escaped from my lips. Thank goodness he didn’t hear it.

All this while, his palm did not leave my v****a folds and c******s. But instead of continuing rubbing my clit, he stuck his index finger in my v****a.

He twirled his finger in my p***y, directly feeling the wetness and warmth of my p***y walls.

This was incredible for me.

He was unusually very gentle with me. It was surprising though, but I didn’t think about it. I was basking in the immense pleasure I was receiving.

He moved a little, grabbed my ass from underneath, brought my p***y to his face and started licking. His position made him drink from it.

He drank my juices and sucked my clit. My moans were off the top now. Influencing my moans with his tongue, he kept on licking and sucking.

Savoring every part in my p***y, he placed a gentle bite on my clit, which heightened my moans. Goodness! I couldn’t have enough of the pleasure. It was mesmerizing.

He removed his hands from underneath my buttocks and used them to spread my v****a folds, so his tongues could lick further, but he stopped after a few seconds.

He dropped me to the bed and started unzipping his pants. He was done, and it was time to let the bulging beast in his pants do his bidding

He took out his p***s. Straining hard, his p***s cap and its veins pulsating. He was about letting his animal instinct loose on me, but he hesitated, which made me so disappointed that I had to ask for it.

“Let all hell break loose on me, f**k me real hard,” I said.

“You don’t have to worry babe, I got you, be ready for anything,” his lustful voice sent a sweet sensation down my vines and then climbed on me in a missionary position, carefully guiding himself into my v****a opening, which made me moan as he gently pushed in. There was a negligible force needed, but he got in.

Immediately after he was in, he began f*****g me. Slowly and gently, up and down. He was moving simultaneously and pleasuring me amazingly. He didn’t have to say it. My moans were climbing again.

“Please f**k me faster,” I cried out.

“No babe, you’re going to have to beg for every better thrust you get,” he replied in an icy whisper, not without a smirk that spelt mischief.

I knew what he was trying to get at.

I was about to say something when he increased his tempo and began slamming his c**k into my p***y and on the face of my thighs.

I was in too much pleasure to ponder about the sudden change of heart. Soon the noise of our bodies colliding was loud and reverberating in the entire room, but who cared anyway?

He wasn’t stopping anytime, and it seemed my body was ready to give in soon after all it had endured.

I was shaking underneath him, moving upward to collide and meet with his thrust, trying so much to get to my orgasm in the fastest way possible.

And there it was. He thrusted, and I gushed.

I moaned loudly.