Rue’s POV
When my best friend asked me to look after their house so he could party all night, I jumped at the chance, assuming that I’d have their house all to myself.
Little did I know, his stepdad was due home early from a business trip.
I was only in my pink oversized shirt and white panties when I walked into the kitchen to grab a drink from their two-door fridge.
It was 3 AM.
My eyelids were still feeling heavy when I woke up parched. I was in the middle of pouring myself a drink when I felt a presence behind me.
“You’re back early—” I turned around, hoping to see my best friend.
But instead of a young man who is just a few inches taller than my height, my eyes were greeted with a wall of hard muscle and broad chest. I lifted my chin to look at the man towering over me.
Mister Wolfe
He’s home already?!
“Fuck…” The word slipped out before I could stop it.
Ivan definitely did not warn me about his arrival. What the fuck do I do?! I’m literally wearing nothing beneath this shirt but my underwear!
The older man eyed me like he was assessing a piece of meat.
“Feeling comfortable, huh?” he asked in a raspy voice.
I swallowed hard.
Despite his mature age, I can't deny my irresistible attraction towards my best friend’s stepdad. He’s not even that old—probably in his late 30s. Looking untouchable in that firm black suit that he wears for work. Neatly groomed facial hair and simple buzz cut that emphasizes his dreamy blue eyes. His luscious lips are Cupid bow’s shaped, making me want to just beg for a wet kiss.
Still aging like fine wine.
Any woman would still fall on their knees for him… even me.
Yes, I’m attracted to my best friend’s stepdad. Does my best friend know? Oh, he doesn't have to.
It’s my dirty little secret.
The main reason why I kept coming back to their place, hoping that one night I’d bumped into him like this and something would start.
And I think that night is tonight.
From here, I could smell the alcohol from his breath. His eyes are droopy, pupils dilated, and the hunger in his gaze tells me that he wants something from me.
His eyes caught my hard nipples, proudly exposing themselves through the thin fabric of my pink shirt.
“Tell me, Rue,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, taking a step forward. I panicked inside as I felt the heat of his body getting closer to me. “Tell me what you want.”
I took a step back.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly feeling drier.
“I… I don't know what you're talking about,” I managed to stammer, my voice low and unconvincing.
His jaw clenched, not satisfied with my response. “You know exactly why you keep coming back here, dirty little slut.”
I gulped.
The way he said those humiliating words just ignited a fire inside me. It flipped a switch that made my body feel a certain way.
He smirked as he pulled out a red thong from his pocket.
My eyes widened in surprise.
“You think I wouldn't find out that you’ve been playing with yourself in my bed?” he slurred, his eyes getting darker and darker the more he thinks about all the nasty things I probably did in his room.
I knew I was going to get caught someday, I just didn't expect it to be this early… and for my amateur ass to leave behind evidence.
There’s not even a room for denial. It’s only him and his son in this three story house.
And I’m the only woman.
“I… I’m sorry, Mr. Wolfe!” I squeaked, reaching for the red thong, which he raised higher in the air with ease.
My face ended up getting closer to his face, eyes slightly crossing from our two-inch distance. I could feel his hot breaths hitting my skin, his lustful eyes pinning me in place. I could see the subtle smirk carving on his lips that made me feel both nervous and excited.
“Tell me,” he whispered, his breath ghosting against my lips. “Tell me what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself in my bed.”
My cheeks heated instantly.
“I…” I began, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze locked on his. “I was thinking about…”
My breath hitched when I felt his other hand snaked around my small waist. He pulled me closer, making me feel his hardness on my flat stomach.
He leaned down to my neck, sniffing my scent. I closed my eyes to feel him.
“Tell me, baby girl.”
I hesitated for a moment, weighing the consequences of my actions. This is insane…. and utterly forbidden. But the pull between us is already too strong to resist. This temptation is too delicious to ignore.
“I… I was thinking about your hands on my body,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
I gasped when I felt his hand slide inside my shirt, caressing my back with a gentle touch. A soft whimper came out of me, making him smile sexily.
“I was thinking about your lips on mine…” I continued.
My body ignited when he smashed his lips to mine as soon as I said those words like he was putting life into them. He inserted his tongue inside my mouth and I welcomed it happily, my hands slowly climbing into his corded arms, my nails sinking into his skin.
He pulled away.
I paused, my breath catching in my throat, and then met his gaze again.
His eyes are telling me to continue.
“I was thinking about…”
I bit my lower lip, knowing that I’ve already given up trying to ignore my need for him.
“I was thinking about how much I wanted you to stretch my little hole with your fat cock like the dirty slut I am," I shamelessly finished, my words hanging between the two of us like a silent narration of what to anticipate next.
His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating, and I knew that I had crossed a line, that there is no turning back now.
Mr. Wolfe leaned in closer, his breath ghosting against my lips, and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable.
“Baby girl, I’d fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week.”
His dirty talk made me wet instantly.
“P… Please,” I begged like a desperate slut, my eyes pleading with so much desire. His jaw clenched, grabbing the back of my head, and pulling my hair back to expose my neck.
“Ughhh…” I softly moaned, feeling his flat tongue licking my neck.
He nibbled and bit my skin while his hands roamed themselves in my body. I felt his hand cupping my breast, playing with my hard nipples.
“Aghhh! That feels so good! Fuck! Please, don’t stop!”
I felt him smirking on my skin.
My eyes rolled back when his hand reached down in between my legs. He massaged my covered pussy, teasing my clit through my laced underwear.
I feel so small beneath him, he’s got his arms around me like a cage, there's no escaping this forbidden temptation.
“Say you want me…” he whispered.
My lips parted, feeling the persistent itch down there that I can't ignore like a sneeze. It’s getting worse… and worse the more he moved his hand in my pussy.
“P… Please, I want you!” I squeaked, desperate for release.
His smirk widened.
“Please, what?”
I opened my eyes to meet his lustful eyes.
“Breed me, Alpha King…”
