I won’t lie and say I’m not curious when it comes to him. I’ve wondered about him often over the years. What he was doing? If he still ate his bologna sandwiches with ketchup and cheese?
Puke.
We might not ever agree on condiment choices, but other than that, we were friends. Upon my life falling apart, I lost someone that I considered to be my best friend.
God, life was cruel.
“The joy.” I roll my eyes. “If you’re okay with it, I’m going to go and try on that dress and put some of my stuff away.”
My mother smiles as one of the ladies checks the curlers in her hair. “That’s fine. You’ll need to get your hair and makeup done next so don’t run off. Go up the stairs and take a right, your room is the last one on the left. I’m so excited to have you here. Life’s going to be much better sweetie, you’ll see.”
Ha. I want to tell her life would be better had she not fucked up, but don’t. It wouldn’t be worth it. Instead, I get up and walk out of the room, tugging my impossibly large suitcase behind me. Home sweet home.
I get the feeling that living here is going to be anything but sweet…
Chapter Two
Vance
“I want your cock.” Sarah purrs, her big brown eyes peering up at me from her position on the floor. She’s kneeling before me like I’m her king and strangely, I guess I am. The king of orgasms. Tossing the stupid tie my father had me wear to his even stupider fucking wedding I reach for her, pinching her chin between two fingers.
She’s pretty enough, with red lips, and fuck me eyes. She’ll never be it for me though.
“And you’ll have my cock in your mouth soon enough.” I wasn’t always this big of an asshole. Tonight was different. Tonight I was on edge, hanging off the cliff by my fingernails, and all because of her.
My dream.
My nightmare.
One would’ve thought five years would be enough time to let go of the pain, of the anger, of the betrayal but seeing her again, it only ignited the barely cooled embers of hate in my heart. It didn’t help her bitch of a mom marrying my father either. That was another knife to the back, and another gallon of gasoline poured on my rage.
Flicking the button on my dress slacks, I watch Sarah’s eyes fill with excitement. I’m going to use her throat before discarding her like I do all the other girls that come and go. Fucking them is fun. Listening to them whine and cry afterward, not so much.
Shoving my boxers down, I pull my diamond hard cock out. I palm the fucker a couple times, warming him up. Pre-cum beads at the tip and a groan of pleasure resonates through my chest when Sarah’s warm mouth makes contact with the head. She sucks it into her mouth, flicking her pink tongue over the slit at the top before taking more of my length into her mouth.
Fuck, she’s like a porn star.
When she starts to suck, I’m reminded why I always call on her when I want a good fucking blow job. Because she sucks like she’s a Hoover fucking vacuum cleaner, that’s why. She makes a gagging sound when my cock hits the back of her throat, the sound sending zings of pleasure through my ball sack. For a moment I forget about my father, the man I’ve looked up to my whole life, of Laura, my new stepmother.
My thoughts catch on Ava. My ex-best friend, and new stepsister. She looks gorgeous tonight, curvy, with her hair curled, looking like a fucking angel, though she’s anything but that. She’s the devil, a fucking liar wrapped up in a tight little bow.
And even though I wouldn’t put my dick in her, I wonder if she would let me use her throat like Sarah is? Images of her on her knees before me, looking up at me with her big eyes, me punishing her with my cock, coaxing the truth right out of her pretty little mouth. My eyes fall closed and all I see is her.
Threading my fingers into Sarah’s mass of blonde hair, I imagine its Ava’s mousy brown. I hold her face right where I want it and fuck her throat, listening to her gags and soft mewls. I bet she’s drenched for me, just waiting for my cock to make her come, would Ava be like that? Would she be soaked with need for me? I bet she fucking would. She’s a fucking liar, but even she can’t hide the evidence of arousal.
Momentarily, I consider pulling my cock out of Sarah’s throat and fucking her pussy, but I don’t. It’s bad enough I’m thinking about my lying bitch of a stepsister while fucking her mouth.