Tallulah's POV
The thought of never seeing him again scared me. He's so handsome and funny that I wished he would take me to the dance every night, and fill my ears with his alluring compliments.But what he asked seemed too much to give. I can't open myself up to him on our first night like a whore. And besides we barely knew anything about each other.His voice regained my attention.“It's just a kiss, that's all.” He whispered, halting in his strides.He does have a point though... What if it was just a harmless kiss? That wouldn't hurt, would it?Like an engine, my heart pounded in pleasure, propelling me forward towards his visage. I slowly pressed my lips against his and pulled back again to see his face.The light emitted from the fluorescent bulb glistened through his hair, with soft brown eyes that peered into my soul. His towering presence made me wet, anticipating his next move.His gaze shifted to my mouth, and slowly, he cupped my chin and our lips interlocked again, but this time, he reached deeper. His tongue parted my lips, wandering about the edges of my mouth.Like a blind person, my senses became limited to sound and touch, as I kept my eyelids shut, tasting every bit of his lips.I could feel his hand leaving my cheeks and trailing down my shoulder. His fingers caressed my waist and hips, until he grabbed firm hold of my ass, slightly lifting the fringes of my gown. This wasn't just a kiss, and if it was, then I wanted more.I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I vigorously kissed him, rubbing my body against his. But it wasn't enough, my appetite only increased with every taste. My stomach fluttered with an emptiness that needed to be filled. I wanted those hands on every inch of my skin. I wanted to feel his dick inside of me.I could feel the gentle throbs between my thighs which resonated with my heartbeat. It was my pussy begging to be filled, begging to be satisfied. Its pleas had slowly begun to overshadow the warnings of my mother.The warm air from the AC brushed against my thighs as he lifted my gown. But he paused when its fringes were just below my backside. And he carried me off the ground, wedging my legs with his waist.There I was, with my limbs balancing on his hips, and my ass sitting pretty in his gentle hands which stroked my back from time to time. He began waltzing towards the bed as he kissed my lips, neck and collar bone.I could feel his fully erect cock stroking against my stomach, detailing how huge he is. The space between us was heating up as we rubbed against each other, but I wanted us to increase the pace.The fast-forward button was right there, stroking against my pelvic area, and I knew just how to operate it. I took my hand off his shoulder, trailing my fingers down his chest and abs until I touched his cock, gently rubbing it in vertical motions.My strokes drew involuntary grunts from him as he jerked, grinding his cock against my dress. His breath washes my skin, as he stares into my eyes and kisses me again. This time, deeper, like he was going to swallow my tongue. Moans escaped his lips into my mouth, burning like a fire in my throat.“I know you said we could only kiss.” He seethed, his ragged breaths messing with his voice.“But Lula, I_wanna_ fuck _you.”The sound of his sexy voice drove me nuts. It felt like a lighter had been turned on, and my soul had been set ablaze with an urgent need for him. I reached down for the fringes of my gown, swiftly lifting it off my body.All that was left was my panties and bra. But soon enough, those Mfs would also be banished. His gaze consumed my boobs, and his warm hands caressed my bare butt.My fingers brushed against his muscles, noticing how strong he was. His build was an epitome of perfection; his well-shaped chest blended with his steady arms. He was the kind of man I fantasized about whenever I played with myself. I was even starting to doubt if he was a real person, and not just a wet dream.But it didn't matter if he was real or not. Either in the dream world, or in reality, I'd fuck him until the morning comes.“I'll undo the buttons, and you'll take off the pants.” I said, reaching for his shirt.He swiftly turned around, pinning me on the soft bed. And without hesitating, he unbuckled his belt and took his pants down before I could undo three buttons.“You see, we're a good team.” He seethed, undoing the rest.He grabbed hold of my hands, interlocking our fingers and holding me down against the bed. I felt helpless under his gaze which examined my chest, hips and thighs.“You're my prisoner now.” His deep, sexy voice made my nipples stiff.I was pinned down in such a way that if I wished to be free from his grip, I would have to struggle. But I didn't want to struggle, I didn't want to be free. I wanted to remain his prisoner, held down, and punished by this handsome jailer.His gaze dented my skin, watching me intently. It ravaged my soul, ripping away every ounce of patience in me. I swung my legs around his waist pulling him towards me, and for a brief moment, I could feel his cock rubbing against my soaked panties.He reached forward to kiss my neck. And bit by bit, his kisses trialed down my chest and cleavage, until his lips collided with the upper part of my mounds. He kissed them so well regardless of the bra that concealed them.His kisses continued bathing my skin, coating my stomach and hips, as his hand made its way underneath my back, unbuckling my bra. Sooner than I expected, my bra came off my chest, leaving my mounds exposed.“They’re magnificent .” He said, eyeing my boobs like he had seen two golden orbs.The wetness of his tongue bathed my nipple as his fingers held my mounds in place, gently squeezing them. He licks my pink nipples again, tilting his head as he stares up at me. I could feel his steady hands caressing my stomach and thighs.“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, as he rubbed my cunt through the fabric of my underwear.He shifted my panties and slowly inserted his fingers into my damp entrance.“Damn! You're so tight.”His voice sent sparks up my spine as his fingers moved in and out of my tight pussy. My heartbeats had become a ripple of waves which heightened when his lips surrounded my tits, sucking them.“Fuck!” I screamed again. But this time, my cunt sang along, releasing its juice, like a spring of water in a desert.My body trembled in pleasure, and my boobs rose and fell to accommodate my deep breaths.“Wow. That was fast.” He whispered, pecking my neck.“You haven't done this before, have you?” he asked.I hesitated before answering, hoping that my reply wouldn't ruin the moment.“Uhm, not really.” I voiced.He smiled.“So… should we take it slow? Maybe pause a little.” He suggested.Regardless of the fact that I was a virgin, this wasn't all new to me. Years ago, I had an incident with Daren, my highschool boyfriend. But it was interrupted by my mum who barged in on us before we could explore our sexual organs.And now, even in her absence, I could picture her, staring daggers at me. I could hear her voice telling me to hold back, begging me to resist his charms. But I was determined to block her out of my head.I was ready to hand over my virginity to this handsome fellow who truly cared about me.“No, it's alright. I can handle it.” I voiced. “I trust you.”Tallulah's POV He paused to watch me, even after I had given him the permission to fuck me. His soft brown orbs were filled with care, and his touch had become very gentle. He had been so confident since I met him until this moment. It was almost as if he was afraid that he might hurt me. But I didn't want to be treated like an egg. I didn't want him to see me as fragile. I wanted him to plunge his dick into me like he would do to any other woman. I wished he would just shut his mind and fuck me senseless. Yes, it was my first time. And yes, I wanted it to be special. But even if he was the stranger I had met minutes ago, I saw him as the special person I wanted to embark on this adventure with. I gently reached out my hand, caressing his cheeks. My other arm slipped underneath his muscles, pulling me towards him. Then I kissed him sensually, rubbing my nose against his. My nipples touched his chest as our mouths danced together in a perfect order. This kiss wasn't just a lustful
Tallulah's POV “Tallula! It's time to wake up.” My lips spread into a smile as his sweet voice filtered through my ears from behind me. The morning light crept through the curtains, momentarily crippling my senses. I let out a soft yawn as I pulled the sheets over my head, not wanting to wake up. Last night was the best night of my life. The sex was great, but what made it perfect was the way he cleaned me up, making my night full of comfort and rest. He also wrote down a drug prescription which he got from the Internet. We would visit a pharmacist early this morning to buy an after pill to prevent pregnancy. But I had begun to contemplate the idea of letting his sperm grow inside of me so I could have a little him in my womb. “Tallula, it's time to go.” A masculine voice filled the room again, but this time, it was followed by a soft knock. I recognized the voice, and that's definitely not the voice of my prince charming. Why is he knocking at my door? I turned around to see wh
Tallulah's POV They say a single mother and her only daughter are like twin sisters who could read the meaning of every expression on each other's face. That fact had become my weakness. We had been together since my birth and we knew each other's secrets, inside out. I could hide the truth from Kathie and Micheal in plain sight, but not from her. My gaze slightly shifted to where Mark stood, but he wasn't there. It was almost as if he had disappeared, like a ghost. My heart began to pound when I noticed that Kathie's gaze had followed mine up the stairs, and back again. She sighed. “Ignore him. He doesn't seem happy that you're here, but he'll get over it soon.” “Nice first impression, Mark!” She yelled. I began exhaling slowly in an attempt to conceal the change in my expression as my mom stared intently at me. Unknown to me, there was a little flaw in the arrangements I had made to cover up my secret affair. “It must be a fever.” Micheal announced, “She had to stop by the ph
Marcus' POV Two days ago, I was shocked when I received the news; ‘My dad was getting married.’ I know I should've been happy about it, but I wasn't. In fact, I began to hate the woman he would marry even before I met her. It reminded me of the time he fell for a stunning model named Catherine Heather, and they got married after mere months of courtship. Guess how that ended? Two years later, she filed a divorce and took half of his property along with her. That's decades of work all to the drain. And for what? For love, for lust, and for affection. ‘Fucking golddiggers!’ And now, he was about to make the same mistake once again. He just never learns. The most annoying part is that I have to come over to the mansion to welcome those thieves into our home. Just Great. •••••••As I battled with the infuriating thoughts that filled my head, my gaze fell upon the stunning girl at the bartender's counter, where I was headed. ‘Damn, she's hot.’ Her red dress highlighted her perfect p
Tallulah's POV The scent of his minty breath on my face made me shiver. He was about to explain his reasons for abandoning me at the hotel. But it wouldn't hurt to listen after a few kisses, would it? I shut my eyes and slightly parted my lips, waiting for our mouths to interlock. But the words that left his lips threw my mind into confusion.“I'm not the kind of man that revisits an already eaten meal.” He said.‘What the fuck does that even mean?’For a moment, I fell into a world of denial, not wanting to believe that he was referring to me as an already eaten meal. Unknown to me, the worst was yet to come.“And you're not the kind of girl that makes a man hungry for more.” It felt like a speed train with daggers for tires ran into me, sweeping my soul away from my body. I gazed upon the smirk on his face, hoping it was some sort of dark humor. Would he burst into laughter and tell me he was kidding?He didn't. Rather, he turned towards the kitchen door and strode out of the roo
Tallulah's POVI followed closely behind Kathie as she tugged my arm up the stairs. She was giving me a tour of the mansion and like she said, we were about to see the best part; our rooms. “That's my Dad's office.” She stated, pointing at the first door.“Don't go in there without his permission.”The passage was the length of a highschool hallway, having doors on both on the left and right. We took about eight paces from the home office before we halted.“We're here!” She squealed.The two rooms were next to each other, with a three paces of wall in-between them. She twisted the doorknob and pushed the first door open. “This is my room. And…”She tugged me again to the next door without even letting me admire the purple colors steaming from her room. She pushed the second door open.“This is yours.”For a moment, the gigantic bed covered with green sheets at the edge of the room captured my consciousness. I slowly walked into the room with my eyes scanning every corner of the yello
Tallulah's POV“Oh my gosh! Get out Marcus!!” Kathie yelled. The latter smirked.“Why should I? It's my dad's pool, isn't it?”She irked in disgust, stamping her feet.“Get out!! You saw me preparing the pool before I went back up to change into my swimsuit. We were here first.”“Well, there's plenty of space for all three of us.”“You're so annoying.” She screamed, kicking at the water, but the splashes could barely reach him.“Let's just go Kathie, we'll come back when he leaves.” I suggested. I was becoming a little too uncomfortable and maybe a bit horny due to the scanty dressing on both I and Marcus.Kathie shook her head.“No Lula, we're going nowhere. You have every right to this pool as much as he does.” She raised the tone of her voice like she wanted the entire world to hear what she had to say. “You're my sister which makes this mansion yours as well along with all the fancy cars in that damn car-park. So if anyone's leaving, it's going to be him, because two votes outw
Kathie’s POVI'd like to make a confession, one that's been weighing on my conscience for a while now. I realized the emotions I felt some minutes ago were completely inappropriate, and I fear it might repeat itself.Words can't express the joy I felt when I met my new stepsister, Tallulah Danvers. Ever since our last stepmom left, my only brother, Marcus has been grumpy towards everyone including me. He'd always tell me love was a lie and it was easier to have casual relationships with any attractive person of my choice. “Love will bleed you dry like Catherine did to Dad.” He'd say. But I never listened, I knew Dad's marriage to Catherine was a mistake, one I would never make, so I started dating at a very young age. At the age of fifteen, I had already been in three unsuccessful relationships with boys from highschool. I wouldn't call them unsuccessful though. I had fun with all three of them, but the end was always the same; I would lose interest after some months of calls, holdi