It’s a place that you would bring a girl to when you’re looking to fucking impress her.
When you’re looking to fuck her.
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That’s exactly why I had to come over the moment I heard Yale Club.
This isn’t some stepdad expressing some paternal interest in his stepdaughter’s company.
No. Drake Carlton is going to fuck Natalie Vanderhill. He’s going to fuck his stepdaughter. Then he’s going to buy her company under the guise of a private equity investment.
She has no idea what’s about to hit her. She won’t be able to survive The Shark of Wall Street. No fucking way.
I know I’m late. I didn’t want to be early and have to wait for them. That would just make me look like a fucking loser.
That’s why I’m completely on guard the moment I walk out of the elevator.
I take a few steps toward the bar, and all of a sudden there she is.
Natalie Vanderhill.
She’s wearing black. Tight wraparound dress. Fuck, it’s hugging her curves like nothing else.
My eyes are just traveling every inch of that gorgeous body. Those juicy, plump tits. God, how much I’ve just wanted to squeeze them and suck on them ever since I saw them.
Yeah, yeah, she was my stepsister. That’s why I never fucking did anything except jerk off to those tits. And boy, did I spew gallons of cum just imagining those titties in my face. Thinking of them, I wanted to run my cock between them, and fuck those tits till I came all over that cute-as-a-button face.
God, my eyes are moving past those tits somehow to that long and slender body. I swear it's curvy in just the right places. Like that flat, taut, tummy, and that tapered waist and that ass.
God, that ass is just calling out to me.
It's thick. And juicy. I want to fucking grab it. Squeeze it in my hands.
Knead those cheeks like dough.
I can feel my cock. It's doing more than stirring at this point. It's twitching. It's fucking throbbing. Its got its own heartbeat.
In my head, everyone else in the Yale Club has disappeared. It's just my blonde haired goddess of a stepsister and me. She's looking at me and I can tell from her eyes that she's eyeballing my body as well. And why shouldn't she? I got a body that would make any woman wet. And once I use it, it'd make any woman moan.
Her entire body is moving as she turns in my direction. I can see the rippling muscles in her tight, oh-so-fuckable body.
"Sloane?" she asks, by way of greeting. No doubt she's surprised to see me.
"What are you doing here?" another voice asks.
And that's when I come crashing back down to reality. It's not just me and her at the bar now. No, next to her, turning around and squinting at me is none other than my fucking stepdad, Drake Carlton.
"What?" I ask, pointing my question at Drake. "I can't come to the Yale Club for a drink after racquetball?"
Yes, I made sure to play racquetball downstairs at the gym today. That way I'd have a valid excuse, and it wouldn't look like I just came all the way from work, or One57 to jump in on their little date.
"I didn't know you played racquetball, Sloane," Natalie says to me, her eyes widening and her voice barely above a throaty whisper.
She wants me. I can tell by the way she's looking at me. Her eyes are gleaming with desire.
But hold on there, darlin'. Before you go thinking there's any future or that we're close to some happily ever after, let me just tell you that its always been like this. Ever since Drake married Linda, we've looked at each other like this.
But she's my fucking stepsister. I knew I couldn't do anything. And I'm pretty sure she knew that too. Whatever we wanted to do to each other, however we wanted to defile each other's bodies, had to be put on ice. Because we were fucking family.