My Stepfather Is My Mate.

I SHOULDN'T BE HERE RIGHT NOW.

He didn’t stop, he continued and increased his tempo this time around, f*****g my juice as it came, making me dig my nails in his buttocks, hugging him and bringing him further to myself

For every time he thrusted, there was a slurp sound made and an escape of my juice. At one point he thrusted his finger in and sucked from it, he thrusted again and fed it to me. He wanted me to taste my juice. I didn’t hesitate to lick on his finger as I didn’t have a mind of myself then.

All I could think of was pleasure.

We were drunk from the s*x; he was losing his mind to my p***y, that I was sure of, as he had his tongue slid out to the corner of his mouth, whilst I was recuperating from the excessive thrusting and recently gushing of my p***y.

“f**k me more,” I said. “f**k me more,” I cried out again.

He kept on thrusting violently, harder and harder as he went, annihilating my v****a.

He turned me to the bed while laying on it to f**k me from behind. In no time, his p***s started pulsating. Nearing his own orgasm, he brought his p***s to my face, to which I opened my mouth to, showing utmost approval.

His muscles spasmed, and his body convulsed. He was shooting his semen directly at my face. The first shot went directly to my throat, the other to my right eyeball and the last, he intentionally directed his c**k to design my boobs with it.

Repaying the earlier foreplay, I brought my mouth to his c**k. Sucking by each centimeter, I glistened his c**k with my saliva and swallowed each of the remnants of his semen.

“Ah! This is amazing," he exclaimed.

I pulled out his d**k from my mouth in a slow but steady motion, till I got to the head.

Just as I was about to take it back in, I heard a knock on the door and refused to reply to whoever was knocking at my door.

It should not be my mother, because I wouldn’t take it with her if she comes forcefully into my room without my permission.

I jerked out of my bed in a gasp.

“Ravenna, open the door.” She said, “I would like to have a word with you.” she shouted.

Thank Goodness! It was a dream.

This has been happening for days now and I wasn’t ready to look my mother in the eye nor was I ready to see my stepfather who looked like some Greek god, damn.

Why was he my mate of all people and I f*****g hate his guts so much that I wish I could kick him in the balls?

“Ravenna, open this door right now,” she yelled. “I’m sick of your sulking and nonsense. If you don’t open this door, I’m gonna burst it open. Don’t make me more pissed off than this, Ravenna. Open the damn door, you bitch.” She intentionally said those words because she knew I would open the door, since I hated someone calling me a b***h.

I guess she is still mad because I refused to talk to her and attend her wedding.

I climbed out of bed and slammed the door open with a bang as it hit the wall.

“Who are you calling a b***h, mother?” I snarled.

“I’m calling you a b***h, because you are one and this is my house. I can choose whatever I choose to do. You can’t stop me.”

“What do you want from me?” I snapped.

“Don’t talk to me in such a rude manner, young lady. I am your mother and you dare show me some respect.” She said out loud. “I don’t want to see you in this room. I want you to come out of here and come for breakfast. This is a home, not a cell or a dungeon where you lock yourself up all day. I will deal with you myself, if such should repeat itself.”

“This is my room. I can stay here as long as I like. You can’t tell me what to do. If I decide to lock myself for a month, years, it’s not any of your business.”

“It is my business because it is my house. You are 21 years old. It is time for you to feed yourself. I think you know that. Start hunting for yourself because I am f*****g tired of dealing with your attitude. This is my new home. I’m married now, and it’s time to fight for your life and get the hell out of my life.” She snapped and intended to walk out on me.

“I HATE YOU,” I snapped back, and she stopped. “I can’t wait to leave here, too. You are a pain in the ass. f**k off.”

“Say that one more time, Ravenna.” She was ready to pounce on me. I quickly went inside my room and shut the door in her face.

She kept yelling and yelling. I refused to reply to her and tightly shut the door. I went to my bed and lay down on it, hugged my pillow and cried out my eyes from all the pain I went through.

After years of trying to hold myself together because of what I went through. I finally have a stable life and a comfortable apartment and now this.

I shouldn’t be in this new mansion. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. Why did I have to pack my belongings to my mate’s home?

I had saved enough money so I can afford a new apartment but my sister is still at school and I need to pay for her tuition fees because our mother wouldn’t pay them.

So I had to take on the responsibility and do it because I love my sister so much.

Getting a new apartment will cost a lot and I don’t want to risk getting broke.

Even my job can’t save up to that amount in six months.

What should I do? I can’t keep staying with my stepfather and my mother. Staring at both of them everyday is going to give me a heart attack.

I think I need to search for a solution as soon as possible, leave this mansion and get myself a new apartment.

After all, I’m old enough to take care of myself.

After a few hours.

I woke up and noticed it was already dark. So I got up to go make myself some food.

Since I have not eaten since yesterday, I quietly opened my door and noticed it was quite dark.

I tiptoed as I walked down the staircase in my nightwear, knowing my mom will be asleep by this time.

I silently opened the living room door, and what I saw shocked the living daylight out of me.

Hardulph was busy stroking his adulthood, his trouser was on the floor with his legs wide open on the dark brown sofa, he pushed his head backwards and kept stroking and stroking, moans and gasps were heard through his voice.

Sweat dripped from his muscular body and his abs.

I couldn’t believe this.