Page 107 of Heavy
He tips my head back, my eyes lifting to see him staring down at me. The approval in his gaze makes my pussy beg to be filled next.
“Fuck, Cal—”
“Calista?!”
My heart physically stops at the voice that screams my name. When I try to pull away, Ronan keeps my head still. I’ve learned to relax my tongue and throat, but I swallow which has me gagging.
“Ah, fuck that’s it.”
“Ronan, what the fuck?!” Eamon shouts.
Oh… fuck my life!
“Forty-five more seconds, Brother, leave if you can’t handle it.”
My chest heaves, and I swear I could throw up if it weren’t for my entire throat being stuffed. Heat floods to my ears and I can’t hear anything other than my own pulse.
I’m counting down, wanting this dominance but nauseous thinking that my stepdad is just standing there watching his brother face-fuck his stepdaughter.
With a sudden tear back of my head, Ronan grabs his cock and pumps. “Open, tongue out like my good slut.”
I do as commanded, panting and physically shaking, just as he comes. I’m going to guess he enjoyed himself because his release islong, and it shoots into my open mouth and across my face.
When I sit back after he lets me go, I quickly look over at the entrance. Eamon isn’t standing there, and as I’m readying to get up, Ronan grabs my chin and directs my gaze back up to him. “My god, you are so perfect covered in my cum.”
“R-Ronan… your brother—”
“Can go fuck himself. I’ll take care of him.” His gaze is admiring, and no amount of worry licks across his expression. “You are so perfect, baby girl.”
“He’s going to tell my mom.”
He rolls his eyes, seemingly frustrated at me. “And?” He drags his fingers across my face, gathering his cum and then slipping them into my mouth. “I don’t give a fuck who knows you’re mine.”
I’m such a slut because no matter that I’m mortified at being walked in on by Eamon, I close my lips around his fingers and suck them clean. It has him moaning and pumping them in and out like it’s his cock. “I’m going to reward you when he leaves.”
As he removes them from my mouth, he tucks his still hard cock back into his pants, and steps away from me.
I turn to watch him open the front door and exit the cabin.
Holy shit, this can’t be good.
Don’t be a nosey bitch, Cal…
Who the fuck am I kidding?
I get to my feet—albeit wobbly—and use the cloth in my hands to wipe away whatever cum was left on my face. Rushing through the garage, I put on Ronan’s slippers and make my way as quietly as possible around to the front of the house.
Eamon is already screaming, but I don’t hear Ronan yet.
“Of all the fucking women in the world, you’d go after my stepdaughter?!” As I approach the corner of the house, I squeeze in as tight as possible to it and look around to find them.
The two of them are standing in front of my car, Eamon has his chest puffed out while Ronan is slouched to one side, arms crossed at his sternum. It’s hot how calm he is, and how unapologetic he seems. Me? My heart is threatening violence.
“Why, Ronan? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Many a things, but me fucking Cal isn’t one of them.” As Eamon steps toward him like he’s about to throw a punch, my feet dig into the gravel. I know Ronan can handle himself, but I can’t stand the thought of him getting hit. I’m torn between running to stop them from fighting or running away so I don’t have to witness it. I’m not sure which yet.
“You are doing this to get back at me, aren’t you?”
