She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 485: The Delayed Return

"I need your dick..." Sophia begged, staring straight into his eyes with raw, shameless hunger. "Please... Fuck me, Alex. And fuck me hard!"

Unable to wait any longer, Sophia slid off his lap with trembling legs. She dropped to her knees between his spread thighs, her hands shaking with urgency as she fumbled with his belt and zipper.

In seconds, she yanked his pants and underwear down, freeing his massive, throbbing cock.

The thick, veiny monster sprang out heavily, swinging right in front of her face. Sophia’s eyes widened, pupils blown with lust as she stared at it, mesmerized. It was even bigger and harder than she remembered.

She couldn’t hold back.

With a desperate moan, Sophia leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She gulped down as much of his thick length as she could, her lips stretching wide around his girth.

Her tongue swirled eagerly, coating every inch with hot, wet saliva as she bobbed her head, sucking him sloppily and greedily.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as she lubricated his cock thoroughly, drool running down her chin while she worshipped him.

Alex watched her with dark, intense eyes, one hand resting on the back of her head as she worked.

After a few moments, Sophia pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. She looked up at him, eyes glassy with lust, breathing hard.

She stood up on shaky legs, turned around slightly, and straddled him again. Reaching between them, she gripped his massive, saliva-slick cock and positioned the fat head right against her dripping entrance.

With a long, broken moan of pure pleasure, Sophia slowly sank down onto him.

"Aaaaahhh—!!"

Her walls stretched painfully yet deliciously around his enormous girth as she took him deeper and deeper, inch by thick inch, until she was fully seated on his lap... his cock buried to the hilt inside her tight pussy.

Sophia’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as her body trembled violently from the overwhelming fullness.

"Fuck... Alex... you’re stretching me so good..." she gasped, her voice hoarse and dripping with bliss.

She stayed seated for a moment, savoring the way his thick cock filled her completely, pulsing deep inside her pussy. Then, with a needy whimper, she began to move.

Looking straight into Alex’s eyes, Sophia started rolling her hips slowly, grinding her ass in sensual circles on his lap. Her soaked walls clenched tightly around his massive length with every movement, coating him with her juices.

"I’m finally home..." she whispered breathlessly, never breaking eye contact. Her voice was thick with emotion and raw lust. "I’ve been dying for this cock for so long, Alex... You have no idea how much I needed you inside me."

She picked up the pace slightly, rising and falling on his cock with long, deliberate strokes. Her full breasts bounced with each movement as she rode him, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

With one final, powerful thrust downward, Sophia slammed herself all the way down, taking every last inch of his enormous cock inside her in a single motion.

"Ohhh God—!! So deep...!!"

She screamed in pure pleasure, her body shuddering violently as his cock bottomed out inside her, pressing hard against her deepest spot. Her eyes rolled back for a moment, her mouth hanging open in ecstasy while her tight pussy spasmed and clenched around him.

"Fuck... it’s hitting so deep inside me..." she moaned loudly, her voice breaking as she started riding him harder, her ass slapping against his thighs with wet, lewd sounds.

Her glossy, lust-drunk eyes stayed locked on his the entire time, filled with desperate obsession and surrender as she bounced on his cock with increasing urgency.

***

Marcus hurried through the bustling corridors with long, eager strides, his heart pounding with anticipation.

The image of Sophia waiting for him wearing that sinful crimson dress, surrounded by everything she had prepared just for him, made his blood run hot.

’Just a quick word with my parents and I’ll be right back,’ he promised himself. ’I’ll make it fast.’

Even though he knew it wouldn’t be easy on a day like today, with so many important guests and connections, nothing could dampen his excitement. Sophia was finally his again, and tonight he would claim her completely.

He reached the private Steele Family section — a luxurious lounge reserved exclusively for his family during the convocation. It was far bigger and grander than the ones provided to Robert and Tyler’s families, a clear display of the Steele family’s superior status.

The moment he pushed open the door, his steps faltered slightly.

Both his parents were already inside, waiting for him.

His mother, Natalia Steele, stood gracefully near the center of the room, elegant as always in her sophisticated gown. His father, Edward Steele, sat on a luxurious sofa, his expression dark with clear anger. A deep frown creased his forehead as he stared at his son.

Edward didn’t waste any time.

"What the hell did you do in just a few minutes?" he asked directly, his voice low and sharp. "And weren’t they your friends? How could you beat them so badly?"

Marcus froze, his jaw tightening. ’They snitched on me so fast...’ he thought bitterly. ’I told them to keep it quiet for today at least.’

He clenched his fists at his sides, unable to offer a proper explanation without revealing everything. The rage from earlier still simmered in his chest, but he stayed silent.

Before the tension could escalate further, Natalia stepped in smoothly, placing a calming hand on her husband’s shoulder.

"Oh, come on, Edward," she said in a soft, soothing voice, a gentle smile on her lips. "Let it go for now. It’s the convocation today. We can deal with this matter later. Marcus is a grown man. He must have had his reasons."

Edward exhaled sharply, still frowning, but he didn’t press further.

Natalia saw her husband relent and turned smoothly toward her son, a warm, knowing smile gracing her lips.

"You finally came," she said softly. "We were waiting for you, Marcus."

"Mom, I—" Marcus started, trying to explain himself.

"We have to meet someone important," Natalia cut him off gently but firmly, her voice carrying an unmistakable weight.

Marcus blinked, confused. "Who?"

Natalia’s smile deepened, a hint of teasing amusement in her eyes as she stepped closer.

"We have to meet Catherine and Victoria Blackwood," she replied. "Don’t you want to meet your future mother-in-law?"

Marcus stared at his parents, his frown deepening in genuine confusion.

"Why would we need to meet them?" he asked, voice laced with disbelief. "Aren’t we against them? What’s going on?"

Natalia smiled gently, her expression calm and patient as she looked at her confused son.

"We aren’t against anyone, Marcus," she said softly. "We never truly were. We chose to align with Richard at the time because it benefited us far more. Catherine’s fanction were unstable back then. But now... times have changed. There is no clear winner in this game anymore. The smart move is to play it diplomatically."

She took a graceful step closer, her voice warm yet firm.

"And secondly... I am doing this for you, my dear. Who will marry their daughter if we remain enemies forever? We need to build bridges, not burn them."

Marcus stared at his mother, his mind barely processing her words.

All he could think about was Sophia waiting for him in that suite... naked, ready, and prepared for him. His body was still buzzing with anticipation.

"Mother, please..." he said quickly, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice. "I really don’t want to go right now. We can meet them some other time. I... I really need to be somewhere else at this moment."

Natalia raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, her knowing smile never fading. Edward remained silent on the sofa, watching his son with a sharp gaze.

"Somewhere more important than securing your future?" Natalia asked lightly, though there was steel beneath her gentle tone. "Come now, Marcus. This won’t take long. Catherine and Victoria are already waiting."

Marcus clenched his jaw, frustration boiling inside him. Every second he wasted here was a second away from Sophia. He forced a strained smile.

He forced a strained smile and finally nodded.

"Fine," he said quickly. "I’ll go with you. But I will not remain more than five minutes. That’s it."

Natalia’s face lit up with a cheerful, satisfied smile.

"Yes, of course, darling," she replied sweetly, linking her arm with his. "Five minutes is more than enough. Let’s go."

As they began walking toward the exit, Natalia turned her head slightly toward her husband.

"Edward," she said in a calm but firm tone, "you don’t say anything there. Let me do the talking with them."

Edward let out a heavy sigh but nodded in agreement, rising from the sofa without argument.

"Fine," he muttered. "Just don’t drag this out."