Chapter 53: Take Care of Stepfather

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Take Care of Stepfather

~Reynold’s POV~

My whole body locked tight. A white-hot pulse exploded low in my stomach and my cock jerked hard against the sheets.

"Fuck... Daddy—!"

Thick ropes of cum shot out of me in heavy spurts, splattering across my chest and hand with wet, messy sounds. My hips kept stuttering as another pulse ripped through me, then another, leaving me shaking and gasping while Frederick kept driving into me without slowing down.

He chased his own release, his mouth hot against my neck, sucking fiercely on my earlobe while his hand never once left my twisted, sensitive nipple.

"Fuck..." Frederick groaned, a rough sound tearing from his chest.

I kept throwing my hips back, meeting his relentless pace even through the heavy haze of my aftershocks, until Frederick suddenly pinned me flush against his chest, his entire massive body trembling hard.

"Baby, I’m cumming," he screamed into my hair, his voice cracking as his hips jerked forward in one final, punishing thrust.

Ugh—fuck!

His entire body shuddered violently as he shot his hot, heavy seed deep inside me, flooding my walls so intensely I could feel and hear the warm slop of it sealing us together.

Hearing him call me baby in the thick of his climax sent a sharp jolt through my chest, I knew I had heard it clearly, though my brain was too fried to dwell on it, pushing the thought aside as pure instinct took over.

Frederick kept jerking his hips in slow, shuddering pulses until he finally went still, both of us collapsing forward onto the mattress together, completely spent, without him ever pulling his thick cock out of my hole.

He wrapped his arms tight around me, pressing me securely against his sweat-slicked chest as we both lay there, gasping heavily for air in the quiet room.

As our breathing slowly leveled out in the quiet room, Frederick shifted slightly, his arms still locked securely around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his voice rough and low against my skin.

"Did you enjoy that, little pet?" he murmured, brushing damp hair away from the side of my face. "Did I hurt you too much?"

I let out a soft, breathy sigh, leaning back slightly into his chest. "I’m fine, Daddy... it didn’t hurt. I enjoyed it."

A low chuckle vibrated through Frederick’s chest. He pressed a warm kiss to the side of my neck, then slid his hand down to stroke my hip.

"You were so good," he murmured. "You have no idea how much I love being inside you. Sometimes I feel like I never want to stop... like I never want to pull out at all."

He squeezed me a little tighter, voice dropping into a low, rough murmur. "You’re just too sweet, Reynold. I swear I could fuck you for three days straight without stopping."

A weak, breathless laugh slipped past my lips. "Maybe... maybe if we have a long holiday from school, we could try that. But right now, I still need my legs to walk to the university, and I definitely need my ass to sit down and receive my lectures."

Frederick smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder blade from behind. Without any warning, he suddenly gave his hips a lazy, rolling jerk inside me, making us both gasp.

"Should we go for one more round right now?" he teased, his voice dark with lingering mischief.

"Not now, Daddy," I whined, squirming weakly against him. "Give me a break..."

Instead of listening, Frederick hooked one of my legs over his waist, lifting it slightly before driving into me with a few slow, deep thrusts.

"Hh-ah... Daddy, stop—!" I whimpered, my muscles twitching with phantom heat even as I tried to bat at his chest.

Frederick chuckled softly against my skin, finally deciding to show some mercy. With a wet slide, he pulled his thick cock out of me, the sudden emptiness making me shiver. He pressed one last lingering kiss into my bare shoulder, and for a long while, we just lay there tangled together in the sheets, resting and letting our heart rates settle.

After we had caught our breath, Frederick stirred first. Without letting me walk on my shaky legs, he scooped me up effortlessly into his arms, carrying me bridal-style out of the messy bed and straight into the adjoining bathroom

He set me down gently on the edge of the marble sink before stepping into the massive glass shower enclosure, turning on the taps until the room filled with warm, rising steam. He pulled me in with him under the cascading spray, the warm water washing away the sweat and slickness from our skin.

Standing behind me, Frederick wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his chest to my back as he lathered soap over my skin. His hands were gentle, massaging my tired muscles while the hot water beat down on us. I leaned back into his warmth, eyes drifting shut as he washed my hair and then gently cleaned between my legs, our movements slow and lazy.

When we were finally clean, Frederick turned off the water, wrapped a large, fluffy towel around my shoulders, and dried me off carefully before we stepped back out into the bedroom.

When we stepped back out into the bedroom, the room was warm and smelled faintly of the food waiting on the table. Frederick gently sat me down in a chair right in front of the spread, making sure I was comfortable before sliding the tray closer.

I smiled, genuinely happy that I could finally eat. I picked up a spoon, eager for the first bite, but the moment I tried to swallow, a sharp, stabbing pain tore through my throat. I winced, trying again with a small sip of water, but swallowing felt like trying to swallow broken glass.

I couldn’t get the food down.

Frederick, who had been watching me closely, narrowed his eyes. "What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?"

I forced a tight smile, setting the spoon down. "I’m fine... I guess I’m just full. I lost my appetite."

He didn’t look convinced for a second, but he didn’t push it then. I stood up and quietly walked over to the bed, lying down to rest my sore body while the morning hours slowly ticked away.

By the time lunch rolled around, the day had shifted. The three of us—Frederick, Lily, and I, made our way downstairs to the formal dining room. The maids quickly served a spread of delicious dishes, the rich aromas filling the air as we took our seats.

I picked up my fork, taking a small bite because the food genuinely looked incredible. But the moment I tried to chew and swallow, the raw ache in my throat flared up again, making my eyes water. I set my fork down, staring blankly at the plate.

Frederick noticed immediately. Knowing how much I loved to eat, the sight of me just pushing food around my plate made his gaze sharpen.

"Reynold," Frederick said quietly, his voice carrying across the table. "Aren’t you going to eat?"

"I’m full," I murmured, keeping my eyes down.

Frederick raised an eyebrow. "You haven’t even eaten a proper bite."

"I’m fine," I insisted.

Frederick didn’t argue. Instead, he gave a simple, low command. "Come here."

I hesitated, but under his steady gaze, I stood up from my chair and slowly walked around the table toward him. Without a shred of hesitation, in front of the maids and Lily, Frederick patted his lap.

I flushed, but I didn’t dare disobey. I stepped closer, letting him pull me down to straddle his thighs right there at the dining table.

"Open your mouth," Frederick instructed softly.

I opened my mouth, my face burning. Frederick picked up a small spoonful of food, raised it, and brought it gently to my lips.

I took it, but when it came time to swallow, my throat tightened in agony. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the food down past the raw, swollen tissue with a painful gulp.

Across the table, Lily rested her chin on her hand, watching the two of us with an amused smirk.

"Stepfather is such a baby, Daddy," she teased. "What on earth did you do to my father?"

Frederick shot her a sharp, warning glare. "Quiet, Lily."

Lily just smiled, completely unfazed by her father’s glare.

Hearing her call me "stepfather" sent a fresh wave of heat rushing straight to my cheeks, making me want to hide my face against Frederick’s shoulder.

Frederick ignored her teasing and leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. His voice dropped to a low whisper. "Is your throat like this because of how deep I fucked it earlier? Don’t lie to me, Reynold."

I gave a slow nod against his chest.

"Why didn’t you say anything?" He murmured, a mixture of guilt and amusement in his tone.

I stayed quiet, looking down.

Frederick sighed softly, shifting beneath me. "Come on, stand up."

I immediately stood, stepping away from him. Once I was on my feet, Frederick rose from his chair, took my hand, and led me away from the dining table toward the staircase, leaving his meals behind.

As we walked away, Lily’s cheerful voice drifted after us. "Alright, Daddy, take good care of Stepfather! Sorry, Stepfather!"

Frederick called back over his shoulder without missing a beat, "I’ll come for you later, Lily."