My step-daughter had always been a bit of a rebel, but I never expected her to bring home a guy like this. He was tall and muscular, with bright blue eyes and long blond hair that fell over his shoulders like a halo. He introduced himself as Chris, but I knew he was trouble the moment I laid eyes on him.
Chris seemed to take an instant liking to me, especially when I invited him in for some coffee. He grinned widely as he accepted my offer and followed me into the kitchen. As I poured his drink, I couldn't help but notice how his bulging biceps strained against his tight t-shirt.
"So," he said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his powerful legs, "I hear you're a bit of a wild one yourself."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that what they're calling it these days?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. But I like to think of myself as more of a free spirit than a troublemaker."
"Well," I said, "I suppose we'll have to see about that."
The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, his strong arms pinned my own down as he kissed me hungrily. I gasped in surprise and then in pleasure as he slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it with his own. When he pulled away, he smiled wickedly at me and said, "I think we have a lot in common."
He kissed me again, deeper this time, and I felt his hard cock press against my stomach. I moaned as he slid his hand down to cup my balls, squeezing them gently before moving up to rub his thumb over my crack. He whispered in my ear, "I want you to suck my dick."
I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I flipped us over and took his cock in my mouth, deep-throating him with all the skill I had learned from years of experience. He groaned loudly as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking on his balls and licking his shaft whenever I felt like it.
He was so big, and so hard, and so delicious. I couldn't get enough of him, and he seemed to be enjoying himself too. He wrapped his hands in my hair, pulling my head back further and gasping as I took more of him into my mouth.
"Fuck," he muttered, "you're amazing."
I smiled around him, working my tongue over the head of his cock before taking it all the way down again. He was so close to cumming, and I wanted to make him wait as long as possible. I pulled off his cock with a pop, and he groaned in frustration.
"Come here," he said, pulling me onto his lap. "I want you on top."
I straddled him, my pussy dripping with desire for him. He reached down and stroked my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, wrapping my legs around him as he moved his hand to cup my ass.
He slid two fingers into me, hitting my g-spot with perfect timing. I cried out his name as I climaxed, clenching down on his fingers and milking them for every drop of cum. He groaned in response, his cock throbbing against my wet pussy.
He rolled us over again, and I felt him position himself between my legs. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he growled, "you won't know what hit you."
He slammed into me with one powerful thrust, hitting the spot inside me that made me tremble with need. He began to move faster and harder, his cock stretching me to the limits of my body. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my nails into his back as he pounded me mercilessly.
He reached down and grabbed my hair again, pulling my head back as he thrust deeper. He slammed into me one last time, and I felt the wave of cum build inside him. "Cum with me," he growled in my ear, "cum with me."
I did, clenching around him as our cum spilled over our hands and onto the bed. We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and semen. He kissed me softly, whispering, "You're mine now."
I smiled up at him, feeling a sense of belonging I had never felt before. "Yes," I said, "I am."