Revenge plans

Jayden

I blinked as I watched the door before a small smile graced my face. That little gold-digging whore undeniably has a funny side.

Was she pleasuring herself while watching me?

My lips curved to the side. Things are getting interesting. I thought this holiday would be a boring one. Who knows stuck-up Gordon has a cute wife here?

I slowly licked my bottom lip as I rose from the bed. I walked to my stereo and switched it off before I took my discarded trousers on the floor, and wiped the residue of my masturbation.

Seeing her in that cute shorts, bent over, looking so damned fuckable, almost made me lose my shits. I had to hurry over here to wank myself.

I strode into my bathroom and had a bath before I put on my clothes and headed downstairs for an Early dinner.

Gordon is still in his study, doing only fuck knows what —not that I care.

My eyes immediately went towards the kitchen, where my cute gold-digging stepmother was. She has changed out of those shorts, and she's now wearing a skirt, which does nothing to hide those creamy thighs of hers.

The crop top she's putting on is shorter than the one she wore to cook. It looked like she had an intention to seduce any who saw her.

Was this how she seduced Gordon? I watched her with my brows furrowed.

Well, if this was how she got that stuck-up man to fall for her, then I will give her credit —because right at this moment, despite my masturbation not too long ago, I have this damned urge to fuck her six ways to Sunday.

Perhaps, I can start my plans of revenge on her? I will strip Gordon of everything he holds dear until I have him on his knees, begging for forgiveness for what he did to my family.

He won't know what hits him until I strike. And I plan to do that in due time. I will avenge the blood he split, and all those years he lied to me in the guise of being my father.

Father?

I scoffed at that.

Funny enough, I have always believed he was my father. Hell, I always called him that. Who would have believed my so-called father was my uncle?

However, that wasn't the shocking aspect. He was the one who killed my real family. It is unclear to me why he kept me alive, but there is one thing I'm certain of —I will have his blood.

I stared hard at the cute woman who hadn't turned for once as she stirred something.

Just like Gordon, I have this urge to make her cry. Yet, I can't deny the feelings I have whenever I look at her. And let's not forget her scent. When I saw her for the first time, standing behind Gordon like an angel, I had this urge to sink my teeth into her neck.

This was the first time I had been unable to control my bloodlust since I turned eighteen. Her scent drives me crazy. It makes me eager to fuck and claim her.

Her sweet jasmine scent makes me want to sniff her neck all day long before I sink my teeth into that warm flesh.

Before I knew what was happening, I found myself standing behind her. Her sweet scent wafted into my nose, hardening my shafts, making it impossible for me to think of anything else aside from sliding my cock into her warm pussy.

Though she's Gordon's wife, I don't smell his scent on her. His disgusting grape scent isn't on her body. And that made me wonder why it was so. Could it be that Gordon hasn't tapped that arse?

She immediately turned, almost throwing the plate she had in hand, on the floor. Her eyes grew wide. Those beautiful sky-blue eyes stared into mine, as she gulped with her heart beating miles a minute.

She looked scared, arousing me further with that expression.

“What…what are you doing?” She stuttered out as she tried to move away, but I caged her in, taking a sniff of that delicious smell that's sincerely hers.

Don't get me wrong. I hate her guts and want nothing else but to make her cry. However, that doesn't mean that I can't appreciate her scent.

“What do you think I'm doing?” My mouth curved up at the side as I gave her a once over, stopping at her sizable breasts, “you are not too bad for a gold digger.” I rasped out, staring at her eyes, which seemed a bit dilated.

“You don't—”

“Aren't you a little temptress? Wearing such a skimpy thing. Are you trying to seduce me?” I smirked when I saw her gulp. She glanced at the door of the kitchen as if she were expecting Gordon to walk in at any time.

“Don't worry, he's still busy. He won't be out until he's through,” I ran my hand down her smooth creamy thighs before I lifted her skirt, to make way for what I had planned for her.

“Wha…What are you doing?” She gulped, sounding like she was seconds from jumping out of the window.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” I bit her ear as I continued to run my hand up her thighs until I got to her panties.

“Sto…" She gasped when I slid my fingers into her panties.

“Aren't you a whore? Wriggling your arse while your stepson's fingers are in your pussy?” I pushed two digits into her not surprisingly moist pussy. “Does watching me jack off arouse you?”

She moaned when I rubbed my thumbs around her clit. I ached to have her sit on the table, so I can run my tongue up and down her pussy, but I didn't do that.

With Gordon in his study, I can't take any chances. Even if I wish to destroy him with this woman, I need to get everything planned well.

She moaned when I started slipping my fingers in and out of her pussy. I used my body to keep her in place using my left hand to move her panties to the side, so I can fully finger fuck her.

She gasped as her pussy contracted around my fingers. She clamped her hand down on her mouth as her eyes immediately went to the door.

“What are whore. You allow your stepson to finger fuck you while your husband is in his study. Aren't you a needy bitch?” I slid my fingers in until she gasped.

It only took a bit of my fingering for her to orgasm. I slowly removed my fingers from her pussy before I released her, and thoroughly licked my fingers, tasting her sweet nectar.

“You don't taste so bad,” I leaned down with a smirk. “A whore will always be one.”

I said before I left her in the kitchen with her legs quaking with pleasure and my shaft, hard —eager for a release.