Millionaire Girlfriend

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 - Mission accomplished

"Hey, Carl," Rachel said as she stepped out of her bedroom and ran into him in the hallway.

"Hey," Carl replied.

Ever since his little escapade with Steven, Rachel had become much friendlier toward him.

So far, Carl’s plan was working perfectly.

"Could you help me change a light bulb in my room?" she asked in a soft voice.

"Sure. No problem," Carl replied.

He wanted to get closer to her and impress her, but there was one problem: he had absolutely no idea how to change a light bulb. He’d never done it before.

If he had his phone with him, he probably would’ve looked up a tutorial online. Unfortunately, he didn’t have his phone with him at the moment.

"I know this sounds stupid, but I don’t know how to change a light bulb," Carl admitted as he climbed down from the chair he’d been standing on to reach the bulb.

"Wait. I’ll do it. But you have to hold me because I’m afraid I’m gonna fall," Rachel said.

She placed a hand on his shoulder before climbing onto the chair.

Carl wrapped an arm around Rachel’s waist as she stood on her tiptoes, reaching for the small bulb in the ceiling.

She was wearing nothing but shorts and a fairly short T-shirt, and as she stretched her arm toward the ceiling, her flat stomach was exposed.

Carl’s large hand kept a firm hold on her waist.

Rachel twisted the bulb, removed it, and climbed down to set it aside before grabbing a new one.

Then she climbed back onto the chair.

Carl wrapped an arm around her waist again.

This time, he deliberately slipped his hand beneath the hem of her shirt, and Rachel didn’t complain.

Carl smiled to himself when his hand touched the softness of his cousin’s skin.

Once she was finished, Rachel leaned toward him, and Carl lifted her down from the chair.

"Thanks for helping me. Without you, I could’ve fallen and hurt myself," she said, looking into Carl’s eyes while he still had an arm around her waist.

"No problem. You can call me anytime, and I’ll come help you," Carl said before finally letting her go.

’Fuck, she’s so hot,’ he thought.

Carl walked out of her room.

If his Aunt Beatrice hadn’t been in the room right next door, he probably would’ve gone right back in there and fucked Rachel, his cousin.

But he needed to be patient and wait until tonight.

He knew Beatrice took medication to help her sleep, so once she was out for the night, he’d have plenty of privacy to make his move.

Carl grabbed the toolbox, which contained a hammer, nails, and a few other tools, and headed outside to repair the fence, which was in pretty bad shape.

Normally, he would’ve procrastinated for hours before getting around to it.

But right now, he had way too much energy that needed somewhere to go.

The temperature was climbing, and Carl was sweating heavily. His tank top was already damp from the heat.

Then he spotted Beatrice walking toward him with a bottle of water.

Carl was glad to see it. He was thirsty.

But he knew exactly why she was there.

"Hey, handsome. I brought you something to drink. You need to stay hydrated in this heat," Beatrice said.

"Thanks," Carl said.

He took the bottle, drank some water, then set it aside so he could finish it later.

"You’re quite the hard worker. Look at you. Your tank top’s all soaked with sweat," Beatrice said as she placed a hand against Carl’s chest and slowly ran it across him.

Carl didn’t move.

He simply let her.

’You. I’m gonna fuck you hard after I’m done with your daughter,’ he thought.

Carl continued working until lunch.

Then, after taking a good shower in the afternoon, he lay down for a nap.

He’d clearly overestimated his stamina.

He needed to save his energy for tonight.

His plan was finally coming together, and he just hoped nothing would ruin it.

But then his bedroom door suddenly opened and closed.

Carl’s eyes snapped open.

Steven was standing by the door, one hand over his mouth, silently signaling him to keep quiet.

"I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow," Carl whispered, surprised to see his cousin’s gay fiancé standing in his bedroom.

His plan was already starting to fall apart. He’d thought Steven had left the village for a few days because of his job as a transporter, delivering supplies to the village.

"I got back sooner," Steven whispered.

He climbed onto Carl’s bed, straddled him, and kissed him passionately.

"Stop. Rachel could catch us," Carl whispered.

"Don’t worry. She and her mom are outside, and I came in quietly," Steven explained.

He stepped back, then unzipped Carl’s pants and reached inside. He took Carl’s penis in his hand.

"I’ve missed your dick so much," Steven said before stroking him for a moment.

Carl let him, realizing Steven was clearly determined to give him a blowjob. He just needed to finish quickly so Steven would leave his room.

Carl groaned when Steven wrapped his lips around his cock. He began moving his mouth back and forth, giving Carl pleasure. His tongue teased while his lips pressed against his dick, and Carl couldn’t help becoming completely hard.

Carl sat up and got down on his knees while Steven got on all fours, Carl’s cock in his mouth. Carl grabbed Steven by the head before pushing his cock deep into Steven’s throat. Then he began moving back and forth, forcing himself deeper into Steven’s mouth.

A few seconds later, Carl came in Steven’s mouth before letting go of his head. Steven swallowed everything without hesitation.

"That was really good," Steven said, wiping his mouth.

"See you later," he said before leaving Carl’s room.

Carl lay back down, his pants still pulled down.

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"So, Steven, how’s work going?" Beatrice asked as they all ate dinner together.

"Everything’s good. I finished early so I could spend more time with the people I care about."

’

He took Rachel’s hand on the table before giving Carl a quick glance.

Carl shivered.

He was a little disappointed. His plan to sleep with his hot cousin was going to have to wait.

He also needed to make sure Steven didn’t ruin everything tonight.

The walls of the house were too thin, and if Steven sneak into his room tonight, there was a chance Rachel might catch them together, and his entire plan would fall apart.

Back in his room, Carl pulled out the toolbox to fix the broken lock on his door.

He knew absolutely nothing about repairs, but he was going to do whatever it took because his chances of sleeping with a beautiful girl depended on it.

He inserted the key and tried turning it, but the lock seemed jammed.

Carl grabbed the hammer and hit the lock. Unfortunately, it was the only thing he could think of doing.

He tried the key again.

Nothing.

He went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of oil, and poured a little into the old lock. Then he put the key back in and tried turning it.

Still nothing.

He tapped the lock several more times with the hammer while turning the key.

Then

Click!

The door locked.

Carl smiled and congratulated himself on being so damn resourceful.

Now he could sleep peacefully without worrying about Steven sneaking into his room.

Around ten that night, Carl’s door moved slightly.

Someone had tried to open it but failed.

A moment later, he heard Rachel’s bedroom door close.

About an hour later, his door moved again.

Then Rachel’s door opened and closed once more.

’He’s really persistent,’ Carl thought.

Steven had come back even though he already knew the door was locked.

’What kind of idiot makes the same mistake twice?’ Carl thought.

Then another thought crossed Carl’s mind.

’What if it wasn’t Steven this time? What if it was Rachel?’

Carl immediately sat up.

He was faced with a dilemma.

He was almost certain the first attempt had been Steven. The guy had been so eager to get some action that he’d finished his work early.

So the second attempt could have been Rachel.

Or Steven trying his luck again.

’Nothing ventured, nothing gained.’

Carl got up and opened his door hard enough for whoever had just tried to open itand anyone else who was still awake to hear.

He headed downstairs toward the kitchen.

Two minutes later, someone came down the stairs.

’Jackpot.’

It was Rachel.

She was wearing tiny shorts and a T-shirt.

She gave him a look that Carl immediately understood when she walked into the kitchen.

Carl smiled immediately when he saw her.

"I came to get some water," Rachel said.

But Carl wasn’t fooled. He knew perfectly well why she was there. She opened the pantry to grab a bottle of water, and Carl stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, but she didn’t struggle to get free.

"Can’t you tell? I’m going to make love to you," Carl said, caressing her firm, rounded breasts.

"We can’t do this. I’m engaged, and we’re family," Rachel said, already breathing heavily and seeming aroused.

"I hear you talking, but I didn’t hear you say that you don’t want me to make love to you," Carl replied, slipping one hand beneath her shirt and the other into her shorts.

"No, we can’t... we can’t," Rachel stammered as Carl rubbed her between the legs, fondled her breasts, and kissed her neck. She moaned with pleasure as Carl focused on her sensitive areas.

Then he turned her around and passionately kissed his cousin’s soft lips. Rachel wrapped an arm around Carl’s neck while he gently caressed her butt.

Carl eventually broke the kiss and stared into Rachel’s eyes, which were burning with desire. He then pulled down her shorts, revealing her beautifully shaved pink pussy.

She bit her lip.

Carl crouched down and gently stroked Rachel between her legs with his thumb. Then he buried his face between her thighs and ate her out.

She let out a soft moan, unable to hold back her pleasure. It had been a while since Carl had tasted a woman’s juice, and he was hungry for it.

Rachel’s body trembled from Carl’s relentless tongue. It was the first time a man ,a real man had gone down on her so passionately, considering that the only man she had ever slept with was gay.

She grabbed Carl’s head and pushed him deeper between her thighs. She wanted to scream with pleasure, but she was afraid someone might disturb them.

A few seconds later, she came in Carl’s mouth.

Carl stood up and kissed her passionately again.

Carl took off his shirt, and Rachel took hers off as well. He then pulled down his pants, revealing his fully erect penis. She stroked it with her hand.

"It’s so hard and hot," she whispered.

It was the first time she had ever seen a man get this hard simply because he wanted her.

"It’s all because of you ," Carl said before lifting her onto the edge of the counter.

He positioned himself between her legs and rubbed the head of his penis against her pussy. Her breathing grew heavier, and she let out a small cry when he pushed himself inside her.

"That feels so good," she whispered.

"You’re so tight," Carl told her, feeling resistance despite how wet she already was.

Carl began moving his hips slowly at first, then leaned toward her breasts and sucked on her already-hard nipples.

"You’re so tight," Carl repeated, but this time he decided to go much faster.

Rachel bit her tongue to keep herself from screaming. She placed a hand against Carl’s stomach, trying to slow him down because she wasn’t used to being taken by a dick that big.

But after several seconds, she began getting used to it and felt more and more pleasure. She pulled Carl’s head toward hers and kissed him passionately.

"Do you like this?" Carl asked, his forehead pressed against hers.

"Yes. Please, don’t stop," she replied before kissing him again.

Carl gripped her tightly by the hips and sped up his movements. The large piece of furniture began shaking with their rhythm, as if there were tiny earthquakes beneath them.

Rachel put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming, but it wasn’t enough, so she bit down on her hand instead.

When Carl pulled out, Rachel’s pussy was burning from his dick.

Carl lowered her down, then turned her around and took her from behind.

She once again covered her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming. Carl grabbed her by the hips and fucked her hard.

Rachel’s most intimate area was already extremely sensitive, and her legs were shaking. All she wanted was to lie down, but she didn’t want her cousin to stop.

She felt so good. It felt incredible to be desired so intensely by a man and to have him fucking her.

Her butt had turned red, and her legs were wet with her arousal.

Then Carl pulled out again to change positions. There was no bed nearby, so she lay down on the floor, not caring whether there was dust on it. She spread her legs, inviting Carl to join her.

He positioned himself over her and penetrated her again.

He kissed her soft, delicious lips while moving his hips.

"I feel like I’m going to come," Carl said.

"Come inside me," she replied, holding him tightly and wrapping her legs around him so he couldn’t pull away.

She then felt a warm sensation spreading through her stomach and sighed in relief.

They stayed like that for several seconds, lying on the floor, Carl’s softened penis still inside her. She gently ran her fingers through his hair.

"I want to sleep in your bed with you tonight," she said.

"Aren’t you afraid your fiancé will catch you?" Carl asked.

"I don’t give a damn if everyone finds out," she replied, completely falling for him.

"Okay," Carl answered. He didn’t care either. He needed some feminine warmth beside him to sleep well.

Still completely naked, they quietly made their way back upstairs and slipped into Carl’s room. Then she lay down beside him, and they soon fell into a deep sleep, their naked bodies pressed against each other.

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