Page 8 of Escaping the King
“Fuck it,” I said and leaned back into the couch.She moved forward with me.Her hips moved faster and now I knew for sure I was going to blow.I slurped in another nipple, and she whimpered.
My release waited a few more seconds.That was it.
I let go of her nipple.“Fuck,” I said as I started emptying inside of her.She squeezed my cock and a rush of wetness slid down me.
“Yes, Stefan, oh, yes.”Her chest rose and fell with effort—just like mine did.
After we both could finally breathe again, I spoke.“Who knew the nanny would be this good of a lay?Had I known, I would have fucked you in Italy.Might have made my stay worth it.”
Sophia smiled and leaned down like she was going to kiss me.
I didn't have to turn my head this time, though.
No.
Because the sound of screaming stopped Sophia in her tracks.
“What do you think you're doing?”Giselle's voice rang out into the otherwise quiet house.
“Oh, shit,” Sophia said, attempting to cover her huge tits with her arms.And then her hands.Once she slid off of me, she swiped a pillow or two and raced for the stairs.
While she was doing that, I tucked myself in and stood up—preparing for the backlash.Giselle slammed the door that Sophia had just disappeared down and dug into me.“What were you doing?”Giselle sounded like she'd just finished a fifty yard dash.When really it was Sophia who'd done the closest thing to exercise here tonight.
I questioned her ridiculousness.“I was fucking the nanny.What did it look like?I know I haven't screwed you in a while, but you can't have forgotten it that quickly.”My tone was cutting and sarcastic.Caustic to my ears.Not that I cared.
Because I sure didn't.
Not anymore.
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck?”Carlo appeared behind her and let out a deep breath.She'd woken up my asshole brother.
“What?So you're the only one who's allowed to get laid around here?”I asked him.
He narrowed his eyes.“What the hell were you thinking?”
I let out a forced laugh.“Thinking?Thinking?I was thinking I wanted my cock sucked and fucked.That's what I was thinking.Any other questions?”
A disgusted look crossed his face, and his hands settled on Giselle's shoulders.Her face grew even angrier.“Get out of my house, Stefan.And take your little tramp with you!”she screamed and pointed her finger at the basement door.
Fuck.
I ran my hand through my hair and gazed down at the floor.
Fuck.
I'd really done it this time.
Giselle was furious.There was no coming back from this.She'd just watched me fuck her nanny.
Yes, she'd watched me fuck Eve.But that shit was different.
Much different.
I loved Eve, and she loved me.
Us.
She loved us.
