CHAPTER FIVE

Nora slammed her door shut and leaned her back against it. Her palm pressed to her chest, feeling the frantic beat of her heart—it was racing three times faster than normal. She glanced down at the towel wrapped around her body and yanked it off.

Her hand slid beneath her panties, tugging them away in a rush until nothing was left to cover her bare skin. She slipped her fingers slowly into her wet clunt, rubbing herself in a circular motion.

The kiss, the thought of how Louis’s dick would fit into her, made her wetter. She had no choice but to bring her slick fingers to her lips, licking them off the way he had done to her on their first night.

Her legs pressed together as if to cage in the desire burning hotter inside her. She rushed to her bed, stripped off what was left of her clothes, and grabbed her pillow.

Sliding it between her thighs, she rocked against it, grinding in quick, needy strokes as if she were riding Louis’s dick.

“Uhhhn…” A sharp cry tore from her lips before she could stop herself. Her body trembled, her thighs clenched hard, but release refused to come. The pressure stayed, leaving her cunt dripping and aching for more.

Nothing was working. Why couldn’t she get him out of her head?

It was stupid of her to still crave her mother’s husband after all her promises to herself.

Her phone’s ringtone snapped her out of it. Nora groaned, snatched the phone, and saw Chloe’s name on the screen.

“Motherfucker!” Chloe cursed as soon as she picked up. “What’s going on? You’ve been ghosting me, no calls, nothing.”

Nora hadn’t spoken to Chloe since their last heated talk—the one she cut short because of Louis. Just the memory of what happened that day dragged her thoughts back for a second before Chloe’s voice pulled her to the present.

“Nora!!” Chloe screamed, so loud Nora had to pull the phone from her ear.

“At this rate you’ll make me deaf before I can explain myself,” Nora muttered, shifting the pillow away from her body.

Chloe laughed. “Start talking. Did your stepfather make you cum, or did you suck his dick?”

Nora’s cheeks flamed. “Eww! Nothing like that happened, Chloe,” she lied quickly, praying her voice didn’t give her away.

Of course, Chloe didn’t buy it.

“Oh my God! Nothing like that—so you mean you fucked him already?” Chloe shouted again.

“If you keep screaming, I’ll end this call,” Nora threatened, yanking the phone from her ear for the second time.

“I dare you, Nora. You won’t try shit with me,” Chloe snapped back.

Nora smirked and ended the call anyway. Within minutes Chloe flooded her phone with messages, threatening to end their friendship if she didn’t call back. But Nora wasn’t in the mood for Chloe’s drama.

She was still wet, still throbbing with need. She rushed into her bathroom, touched herself quickly until the tension ebbed, and came out wrapped in a towel that barely covered her breasts and skimmed halfway down her thighs. Her butt peeked out with every step.

Just as she was about to drop the towel and dress up, her door burst open and Louis walked in.

Nora froze, hands gripping the edge of the towel, her eyes wide. He looked maddeningly gorgeous in his red pants and a thin, transparent shirt that showed off every cut of his abs and the broad swell of his chest.

Her legs refused to move as he stepped closer, eyes locked on her exposed thighs, his lips curving into a dangerous smile.

By the time she realized it, he was already in front of her. His palm cupped her ass, pulling her flush against his hard chest.

“Ahhh,” she gasped, chest colliding with his abs, his eyes dipping to her breasts pressed against him. His hand kneaded her ass firmly, making her body heat spiral out of control.

Panic shot through her at the thought of her mother walking in. She quickly pushed Louis’s hand off her and stumbled back.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, trying to hide how badly she melted in his arms.

Louis’s gaze darkened. “I want you.”

Her breath hitched.

“You’re married to my mom,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

“I fucking want you,” he groaned, dragging her back into his hold. His lips crashed onto hers, prying her mouth open until his tongue slid deep inside. His grip on her ass tightened, squeezing them hard until she moaned into his kiss.

“I want all of you,” he growled against her mouth, pulling back just enough to watch her chest rise and fall with her heavy breaths.

“Why did you stop?” she whispered, frowning.

Her words made him freeze. She wasn’t regretting her actions this time. She wasn’t denying herself anymore.

Before he could reply, Nora dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt.

“What are you doing?” His voice cracked in surprise.

“What do you think, stepfather?” she smirked, tossing the belt aside and tugging down his briefs.

Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge cock, bigger now than the last time she saw it.

With shaky hands, she wrapped her fingers around him and guided his length into her mouth.

A groan tore from his chest, deep and raw.

She pumped her head up and down, sucking harder with each stroke, her lips sliding faster until saliva slicked her chin.

Louis lost control and pushed her head lower, forcing his cock deep until it hit her throat.

“Fuck, bitch!” he cursed, hips jerking as pleasure racked him.

Nora smirked around his length, bobbing faster, giving him deep strokes that made his moans spill out louder.

But just as she was about to take him even deeper, a knock sounded at her door.

“Nora? Are you in?” Angela’s voice floated through.

Fuck. Her mother.

Nora froze. Louis’s cock slipped from her mouth as they both whipped their heads toward the door, eyes wide in shock.

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