“When I realized that your relationship with Alice was bad, I knew it had to do with her, not you,” he said and stroked her hand.
Jo couldn’t hold back, she fell on his chest, burying her face into his three-piece suit and tried to muffle her cries.
“I was so happy to just escape to New York. I didn’t want to live here anymore. I didn’t want to turn into her,” she cried and she felt him stroking her hair.
“You are nothing like your mother, Jo. You are successful and independent and kind. You are not going to become Alice, trust me,” she heard him say and she wrapped her arms around him.
“I feel terrible sometimes. That I don’t have a better relationship with my mother…but it’s not like she calls, or visits either,” Jolie said, pulling her face away from his chest. Brandon hooked a finger under her chin, to raise her face up towards him.
“This is not your fault. Whatever the state of your relationship with her is…she’s brought it upon herself,” he said and, just then, a loud festive cheer rang out in the house. Jolie’s eyes hardened as she looked towards the door.
“They’ve forgotten about it already. They’ve always been like this…mom and her beloved pals,” she said, with bitterness in her voice.
“It doesn’t matter, I don’t care if they’re enjoying themselves or not,” Brandon said and she looked at him again. She felt safe in his arms, like for the first time in her life, she could actually rely on somebody.
“Thank you, Brandon. For standing up for me. I heard what you said to mom. I’ve had nobody stand up for me against her before,” she said and Brandon lowered his face towards her.
Their lips met and this time, their kiss was slow and gentle. It took over her senses, making her forget for a few moments that she was feeling miserable. His tongue slipped over her lips, tasting her. His fingers weaved through her hair gently, and she felt like she was falling into a deep beautiful dream.
He pulled himself away from her, to look deep into her eyes. Jolie noticed the darkness in his gaze, the hardening of his face as he stared at her.
“I want to make you feel better, Jo. I want to make your pain go away,” he said and she stared back at him. Her lips parted gently and she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out for a while. He had her completely under his spell. He could do anything he wanted to her.
“I want it too,” she managed to say, just as he lunged at her again, enveloping her mouth in his.
***
Brandon was kissing her, while his hands slipped down her leg to the slit in her dress. Jolie could feel his rough fingers on her skin, caressing and touching till he had pulled her dress up.
As they kissed, he gently pushed her backwards so that now her back was pressing against the edge of his oak desk. She opened her mouth wide, allowing his tongue to explore her. His hands felt the shudder of her thighs as he reached for her throbbing wet pussy.
Jolie gasped when he touched her there. Her panties were wet with her juices already, and he slid his fingers over her folds, making her moan. She pulled her lips away from him, so that she could look into his eyes again. Brandon’s gaze was hungry, he wasn’t going to stop till he got what he wanted this time; and she didn’t want him to either.
“Take off your dress, Jo,” he commanded, in a deep gruff voice and he stepped away from her.
Jolie did as she was told, fumbling for the zip of her dress on her side and she quickly pulled it down. Her brand new dress fell away from her and slithered down to the floor, forming a pool around her ankles.
Brandon was loosening his tie, but he stopped to watch her.
She was standing in front of him now, in her black lace underwear. She knew her nipples were pebbled and protruding through the fabric of her bra. She knew he could see the shape and size of her nipples and Brandon’s eyes grew wide.
“Take those off too,” he grunted, as his eyes roamed all over her body. She wasn’t shy to be naked in front of him. She wanted him to look. She wanted him to see her in all her nakedness.
Brandon took off his jacket, and his waistcoat and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Jolie in the meantime, unhooked her bra and took it off, before focusing on pulling down her panties.
Brandon’s shirt came loose and in one swift motion he had taken it off. She was seeing him naked for the first time and a quivering cry rose up her throat. He had the body of a thirty-something who frequented the gym. Except that his chest was covered in dark hair in the center and she could feel her mouthwatering at the prospect of running her fingers through that tuft of hair.
When her eyes fell on the tattoo of a Celtic cross on the right side of his chest, she looked up at him with a jerk. Brandon Calloway had a tattoo? She nearly smiled.
“My ancestors were Irish,” he grunted, noticing the glimmer of surprise in her eyes.
Jolie’s panties had come down and now she was completely naked. Her breasts swung in front of her, as she quickly jumped up on the desk, perching herself on the edge. She was about to cross her legs, but Brandon stepped up to her.
He had wedged himself between her thighs, parting her legs wide and wrapping an arm around her waist.
“Do you even know how beautiful you are?” he mumbled, more to himself than to her. He cupped her left breast and squeezed it and she was enveloped by his masculine scent. Then he gently lifted her breast up, while simultaneously lowering his face to it. When his mouth found her nipple, Jolie moaned and bit down on her lip.
He was sucking on her nipple now, wildly tugging at it and teasing the sensitive mound. She could feel a throbbing ache growing between her legs. His cock was tenting his pants and rubbing against her clit. The sensation was overwhelming. She felt like she was going to cum already.
Brandon’s beard scratched against her tender skin as he continued to suck. His other hand found her right breast and he cupped and squeezed it too, before beginning to rub his thumb on that nipple.
She pressed herself to his body, thrilled at the feeling of his tight muscles against her; his cock pushing against her pussy.
“Brandon please…I want…” she pleaded, throwing her head back. He didn’t stop sucking on her nipple, instead, he switched his mouth to the other one and sucked again. Jolie felt like she was going to explode, and then he escalated it even more.
Brandon’s fingers wedged between their bodies and he found her pussy. Jolie gasped as his fingers slipped over her folds, while his thumb played with her clit. It felt like all her sensitive spots were being stimulated at the same time. He knew exactly what to do to set her off.
“Brandon…” she breathed his name in a pleading voice again, and, finally, he smacked his mouth away from her nipple and looked up at her.
His green eyes were stormy but sparkling, there was a hint of a satisfied smile on his face.
“Tell me what you want, Jo. Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he said, in a low crooning voice. Just his voice was enough. Her juices seeped out of her pussy and she had to grit her teeth to stop herself from screaming.
He was looking straight into her eyes, and she tried to hold his gaze. Her body was shaking, he was tightly cupping her breasts.
“I…I want you to…” she couldn’t get the words out, but Brandon wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes, Jo, what do you want?” he said and his fingers found her pussy again. It was becoming unbearable, his thumb teased her clit mercilessly. She was going to cum just like that!
“I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me,” she said the words and felt the back of her neck get hot. Why hadn’t she used the word, fuck? What had stopped her from doing that?
But those were not the thoughts going through Brandon’s mind clearly, because he let go of her breasts and her pussy and now, placed a hand on the center of her chest and pushed.
***
Jolie was now lying on her back on Brandon’s massive oak desk. Her legs were off the edge of the desk and he had positioned hims
elf between them.
She kept her head raised slightly so she could watch what he was doing. Brandon was taking his pants off.
She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, her body pumping adrenaline through her veins. Her pussy was ready and throbbing and her clit was screaming for more. When she laid her eyes on his cock, Jolie felt her throat run dry. It hung erect and enormous between his legs, pointing straight at her and Brandon took it in his hand.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said, looking straight into Jolie’s eyes and all she could do was nod her head. She remembered how big he was in her mouth the previous night, how she had struggled to accommodate him. But tonight, she was ready. Her body wanted that cock.
Brandon caught her waist, gripping her hips tightly with both hands as he brought himself closer to her. His erect cock grazed her pussy lightly and she moaned.
“Brandon…” his name came out in a whisper from her and she watched as he thrust himself towards her again. His cock rubbed against her pussy, gently teasing her folds and she could feel herself throbbing. She wanted more than just a graze.
“Please…” she begged him, feeling like she was going to burst at the seams and Brandon pushed himself inside.
She moaned when she felt his cock slide into her, pushing her folds aside as he took over her body, inch by inch. They both groaned, and she pressed her eyes close, concentrating on accommodating him.
He was taking it slow, sliding in deeper and deeper with every inch.
“Look at me, Jo, look at me when I’m inside you,” she heard him say and she forced herself to open her eyes.
Brandon slid himself out of her and then before she had a chance to recover, he had thrust himself into her again. They both moaned. His mouth was hanging open, his green eyes were narrow and dark as he started pumping. With each deep stroke, Jolie could feel his cock reaching that spot inside her. The spot which was going to trigger her orgasm. He knew he was reaching it too, and he didn’t stop thrusting.
Deeper and deeper, he plowed. His grunts grew louder, his grip on her hips became tighter and Jolie wrapped her legs around Brandon’s ass. He quickened his pace, pumping into her with fast deep strokes.
“Don’t hold out on me, Jo. I want to see you cum,” he said and she grabbed the edges of the desk with both hands, allowing her body to soar. Brandon’s strokes reached that spot, stimulating that part of her that made her lose all control. She could feel his balls banging against her ass as he pushed himself into her.
He was waiting for her to cum, and she didn’t hold back.
“I’m going to cum!” she screamed and he leaned forward and cupped a hand over her mouth. Jolie’s body shook as she allowed her orgasm to take over. He didn’t stop pumping; instead his strokes became wilder and harder. She could feel his cock reaching deep inside, sliding in her juices as she came.
She felt him release too. Brandon growled, gripping her mouth tightly as he pumped wildly into her. She felt him shoot and bury his seed inside her, over and over again till he was completely milked of his cum. She felt her body quiver and shake while her own orgasm began to simmer down.
Brandon released his grip on her mouth and they stared at each other, while they recovered. They were panting, completely out of breath. He moved quickly, jerking his cock out of her pussy and straightening himself up.
Suddenly, Jolie felt completely alone in the world as she remained lying on the desk.
Brandon was already dressing himself and she lifted herself up on her elbows.
“What are you doing?” she asked and recognized the crack in her voice.
He was buttoning up his pants and slipping his shirt over his shoulders.
“We need to get back out there, or at least I do. Any longer and Alice is going to come looking for me,” he said and didn’t meet her eyes.
The relief of her orgasm, the happy adrenaline that was coursing through her veins…it all seemed to drift away as she watched Brandon readying himself. Her mouth had gone dry, she felt more out of breath than she did some minutes ago. There was no recovery time. They had fucked and now it was over.
“Yeah, you’re right. You should get back out there,” she said and swung her legs off the desk.
Brandon was tying his tie, facing the glass sliding door of one of his cabinets. In silence, Jolie began pulling her dress back on.
“Are you coming?” he asked, turning to her abruptly. Within the space of five minutes, he had completely dressed himself. Nobody would even know that he was having an orgasm a few minutes ago.
“I think I’m going to go to bed,” Jolie replied, zipping up her dress. She could feel her heart breaking as they spoke.
“Okay,” Brandon said, in a neutral flat voice and hurried to the door of the study.
“I’m sorry, Jo,” he said, suddenly turning at the door. Without waiting for a response, he had disappeared and left her standing alone in the middle of his study.
Jolie stumbled down into his chair, enveloping herself in the scent of him and she pressed her eyes close. She wasn’t going to allow herself to cry.
She had just had sex with her stepfather, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to cry.
Chapter 18
Brandon woke up early the next day. He knew that there was a chance that Jo was gone already, but it was 7:30 in the morning and maybe she hadn’t…
He went downstairs and found the place empty, except for Alice who was asleep on the couch of the living room. She had an arm dangling off the edge, while the room was in a complete mess. Brandon couldn’t imagine living like this. He felt a sudden urge to just leave for Florida and never return.
Instead, he knelt down in front of his wife and stared at her open mouth while she snored.
“Alice,” he said her name loudly and tapped her arm, but she kept sleeping.
“Alice!” he barked at her and this time, he shook her by the shoulders.
With bloodshot eyes and drool dripping down the side of her mouth, Alice finally managed to blink her eyes open. She stared at him in a daze, like she was confused about where she was.
“What? What do you want?” she snapped at him, with her words slurring. Her brows were crossed and her face had taken on an orange-ish hue. Brandon realized that he had never seen Alice like this before. He had never woken up beside her.
“I want you to sit up for this,” he said, in a deep commanding voice and she clucked her tongue, before pulling herself up on the couch. Her hair was matted and stuck to one side of her face and the front of her dress was damp from the alcohol…or worse still, puke. Brandon straightened himself up and glared down at the woman he had married.
“This can never happen again. Not in any of my homes,” he said and folded his arms over his chest.
Alice rubbed her eyes with her knuckles, trying to register what she was hearing.
“Do you hear me, Alice?” he spoke in a stronger voice and she let out a groan.
“It was just a party. Just relax, Bran. Can’t you allow your wife a bit of fun?” she said in a creaky voice and Brandon took in a deep breath.
“This is not the kind of fun anyone should be having. There is broken glass on the floor everywhere, our backyard is littered with cans and food. We are not teenagers anymore, Alice,” he was firm, but not rude with her as he spoke and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m leaving now,” Jo’s voice snapped them out of their conversation and Brandon turned to her.
She was dressed smartly in dark jeans and a ruffled white blouse. She had tied her red hair back in a slick ponytail and she looked fresh and casual. Her bag was on her shoulder. Brandon felt a tug in his gut when he saw her, but he had no choice but to keep it to himself.
“Sure, whatever,” Alice mumbled and staggered up on her feet.
“I don’t know when I’ll see you again, mom,” Jo said as she watched her mother shuffling her feet towards the living room door. Alice waved her hand in the air, without giving her daughter a second loo
k.
“Let’s just keep it that way. It’s better if we stop stepping on each other’s toes,” Alice said and passed Jo as she went towards the stairs to her bedroom.
“Alice, I believe you owe your daughter an apology,” Brandon called after her, but Alice only mumbled something under her breath as she tried to get herself up the stairs.
“Let her go. She’s never apologized to me before and she’s not going to start now,” Jo said and they looked at each other. That same floral perfume filled Brandon’s nostrils, making him giddy but they were keeping their distance from each other.
“I hope you have a safe flight, Jo,” he said, as she shifted the strap of her bag on her shoulder.
“Thank you, and best of luck,” she replied and a weak smile flickered on her face. He wanted to say so much more. He wanted to tell her that he would miss her, that he had never felt this alive before he met her, that he wanted her to stay, that he hated Alice now…but instead, he nodded his head and waited for her to leave.
Jo turned from him and he watched her walk to the front door of the house.
Through the living room windows, he saw her walk down the driveway, get the gates open and then step into the cab she had ordered.
He thought he saw her look in his direction through the window of the cab, but she was gone in a flash and he couldn’t be sure. Now she was gone, and if they both knew what was good for them, they would make sure to stay out of each other’s way. Sleeping with his stepdaughter was not an option. Being unfaithful to his wife was bad enough and he wanted to remove all possibility of temptation. And nobody had been able to tempt him, the way Jo had. She was irresistible to him, but hopefully, not anymore.
Brandon took in a deep breath as he tried to tell himself that it was time to move on. That he needed to accept the decisions he had made and just get on with it. Things wouldn’t be as bad with Alice now that Jo was gone, could they?
“Bran! I’m going to be sick!” he heard Alice’s screech from upstairs and he took in a deep breath. Slowly, he made his way up the stairs towards her bedroom. This was supposed to be their honeymoon period. Holding Alice’s hair back as she threw up in the toilet was not a part of his plan. And then there was the matter of bringing up the topic of babies with her.
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