“So what does it take to break down your walls, princess?” he asked and slid that damn hot finger down my body to my cleft again. “Would it be this?” he asked and pushed his finger against my clit, making me gasp and grip his huge biceps.
“Maybe,” I breathed out and felt wave after wave of electric pleasure roll off my clit and through every cell in my body. It was so sensitive already that anything he did resulted in that crazy hot electricity hitting me hard.
“Or is it this?” he asked and slid lower, finding my entrance and rubbing up and down my soaking wet slit. I moaned and pushed myself towards him while digging my nails into his arms. “Oh, you like that, princess?”
“Did you forget my name?” I asked, suddenly aware that he hadn’t said it again.
“Not at all,” he laughed, “I just like calling you princess because that’s what you look like to me. A perfect little princess just dying to be wrecked. Just dying to be fucked so hard you won’t remember your own damn name. I think you need a good hard fuck, don’t you, Britt?”
He did remember my name. Elation hit me hard and I started to tremble as his fingers worked together. He played me like a guitar, his fingers moving against my clit, my cleft, my entrance, all at once and in rhythm.
“I do, King,” I said, looking up at him with my lips slightly parted and my breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
Something changed in him then, it was like his lust took over and he lost all sense of reason. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed. I landed on the soft mattress and laughed. “I think you need a good hard fuck too, don’t you, King?”
“Fuck, princes, you don’t even know the half of it,” he said and climbed over top of me. He didn’t get between my legs, but let his fingers travel again. “What are you here for, princess?”
He slipped one and then two fingers in the slick heat of my pussy, he just slid them back and forth from my entrance to my clit, but the effect was insanely amazing. I threw my head back, opened my legs to him and arched against his hand.
“I’m here for you. I want you,” I said, all logic fleeing out the back of my head as he played my body like an instrument.
“You want what?” he said, coming down on one arm, his hot breath close to my ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, my ears growing hot at the words coming from my mouth.
“Come one, princess, beg for it.”
“Fuck me, King.”
“Beg.”
“Please.”
“You can do better than that.” His fingers sped up and he worked my virgin entrance with two of them. He swirled them around and played with me, not quite going in but inflaming my senses until all I wanted was for him to ram his huge, scary cock inside of me and make me a woman at last.
“Please, King. Fuck me hard. Shove your cock inside of me and fill me up, stretch me wide and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name. Please, I’m begging you. I’ll die without you inside of me.”
“That’s better,” he said and slid his fingers deeper. I felt a sharp jolt of pain as they hit my hymen; I forced myself to breath deep and prepare for the moment of impact once his cock slid inside of me.
He froze, he hovered above me, unmoving.
I opened my eyes and saw his face above me, surprise registering there.
“What?” I asked, looking down.
“You’re…” he trailed off, the question hanging in the air, unasked.
Shit. He’d figured out I was a virgin. Dammit. I sighed and nodded my head. “I told you I don’t usually do this kind of thing.”
He pulled his fingers back and rolled to the side. I felt cold and exposed and vulnerable. “Women always say that when you bring them home,” he said slowly, as if processing what was happening, “I thought nothing of it. But you meant you’ve never done this kind of thing. God dammit princess, you need to get yourself a nice boy to settle down with and have a magical first time on your wedding night or some shit like that.”
He was propped up on one arm, his gorgeous green eyes dancing with confusion and humor. He was getting a kick out of this.
“Are you kidding me?” I shrieked, “Come on, is this part of the game? Please, King, fuck me hard baby.”
“Not on your life. I’m not taking your cherry. You’re gonna have to lose that one all on your own.”
He rolled off the bed, grabbed a pair of loose pajama pants from his dresser and walked to the en suite bathroom. I didn’t move; I lay there frozen in anger and shock.
Of course I would be the idiot who picked up the only guy in the city who wasn’t ready to deflower a one-night stand. I would have to pick the prick with a shred of decency.
I jumped off his bed, dragged all my clothes on and booked it out of there.
As I was leaving I heard him call from the bathroom, “Look, you can spend the night and I’ll make you breakfast. Shit, we can cuddle even. Princess?”
I hit the down button on the elevator and the door opened and slid closed before he had a chance to talk me out of my mad rush of shame.
I was heading home in a cab, destined to die a virgin. So unappealing I couldn’t even give it away.
Chapter Five
Cherry texted me the next morning, dying for details but I had none to give. None that I wanted to admit, that was.
I ignored her for the most part, just claimed to have a headache or something.
Finally after a few days, I had to come clean. She’d insisted on meeting up for chai lattés
“So he didn’t want to sleep with you?” she asked, acting as if she were scandalized by the news.
“Nope,” I said, “Looks like I’ll be the iron virgin forever at this point.”
“You’re so pretty, you’ll find somebody eventually,” she laughed, “there’s no way you’ll hang on to it after college. Think of all those horny frat guys.”
“True,” I said and sipped my chai to avoid saying much more. The problem was that I couldn’t get him off my mind. Kingston, the King of fucking. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d made me feel, how his touch had set my body on fire and how his tongue had made me come so hard I’d lost my sense of logic.
I craved him now, and I wanted more. But he didn’t want me. So I resigned myself to having a miserable summer.
“Who is he, by the way?” I asked at last.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t tell you that yet,” she said and leaned close, “When he handed me the card I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but when I looked him up I was certain. He’s Kingston Henry, one of the richest bachelors in the country.”
I shrugged my shoulders; the name didn’t ring a bell. “I’ve never heard of him.”
“Are you kidding me?” she squealed, “You should pay more attention to the news.”
“You mean celebrity gossip,” I laughed.
“It counts as news,” she protested, “Besides, he’s like a billionaire. His father gave him some start up money and he founded one of the most successful tech empires. You know that music app, Songster?”
I nodded, who didn’t know that one?
“And that dating app, Finder?”
I shook my head, hadn’t heard of it.
“Okay, that doesn’t matter. The point is that his company made both of them. And many others. Pretty much any game or social media or music app you have on your phone was made by his company,” she said, her eyes alight.
“Cool,” I said and mentally tried to put him in a box and stick him on a high shelf in my head labeled, “out of my league.” There was no way I would ever have a chance with a guy who not only looked like that, but also was a billionaire on top of it. How would I ever even find him again? Show up at his apartment building and beg him to take my virginity?
Cherry and I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and playing ‘Britt avoids talking about King’, my new favorite game. And no, there wasn’t an app for that.
Later on I did Google him though. I Googl
ed him so damn hard. And Cherry had been right, he was amazingly hot and amazingly successful and amazingly well connected and had apparently boned pretty much every beautiful woman in Hollywood.
I slammed my laptop shut and lay on the couch eating ice cream, indulging my misery, and watching the Real Housewives of some big city until my mom came home at midnight. Great, my own mother has a better dating life than I did.
She looked happy though, which was awesome. She’d been a mess since dad had passed away a few years back. She’d almost lost her little bookstore café until she’d managed to give her head a shake and power through.
She hadn’t dated anyone yet though, not until a couple months ago when she’d met a client looking for a rare first edition. She’d hunted it down for him and they’d been dating ever since.
I’d never met him though, I was sorry to admit that it kinda pissed me off and I’d taken a strong stance from day one. Until she was ready to marry him, I refused to meet the guy.
She was grinning when she sat on the edge of the couch. I sat up and said, “How was your date?”
“Well, we’re having dinner tomorrow night with Jacob and his son,” she said with a huge smile.
“Mom,” I reply grumpily, “I told you–”
“I know, I know,” she said and held out her hand, “he asked me to marry him and I said yes!”
I noticed the giant diamond on her finger then, and remembered her saying something about Jacob being loaded. Good for her, if I couldn’t find my rich hottie, at least my mom could.
“Oh wow,” I said, “Congratulations, that’s amazing!” I hugged her and fought the tears in my eyes. I realized it wasn’t fair to expect my mom to never marry, especially now that I was going to be leaving for college after the summer, but it still stung to see her moving on.
“I can’t believe it. I wasn’t expecting it at all, but when he asked I just knew it was right.”
“How old is his son?” I asked, wondering what it would be like to have a brother.
“I’m not sure, I’ve never met him. I think a lot older than you, maybe twenty eight or so?”
“Oh okay, so I won’t have to share a room with a little kid when I’m back from college or anything,” I laughed.
“Not at all, dear,” she smiled and we spent another hour going over wedding stuff. For somebody who wasn’t expecting it, mom sure had a lot of things already figured out.
***
“I hate being late,” mom groaned and handed her keys to the valet. It had been one thing after another, from a flat tire earlier to a broken heel just now. We’d had to turn around and get her another pair of shoes, then head back to the restaurant.
“It just adds an air of mystery,” I said and smoothed my hair back. I’d inherited my mom’s thick golden waves, and on a humid night like this, they always looked a little too wild.
“I just don’t want him to think I got cold feet or something,” she worried as we walked through the front doors of the fanciest place I’d ever been. Wow, she was right, he was loaded.
“Mom, we’re twenty minutes late. I’m sure he just ordered wine and is waiting for you,” I assured her.
“I’m sure you’re right,” she said as we approached the maitre’d. “Our party is already here. Jacob Henry, table for four.”
“Oh yes, the other parties have arrived and are waiting for you, right this way,” the maitre’d said in a polished British accent.
That’s strange, I thought, it’s such an unusual surname and now I’ve met two people in a short time with it.
I was trailing behind mom and the maitre’d, when we got the their table I saw an older, very good looking man stand up and smile at mom.
“Britt, this is Jacob,” she said and I stepped around her and offered him my hand.
“Britt, I’m so happy to meet you,” he said in a rich, warm voice, “call me Jake and give me a hug.”
I let him wrap his arms around me and instantly liked him. He was a nice guy, I didn’t know how I could tell, but I could. I was so happy for mom.
He released me and stepped to the side. “This is my son, Kingston,” he said as King stood and smiled at me.
He didn’t even flinch as we both realized what was going on. He opened his arms wide, gave me that arrogant smirk and said, “Come on, give me a hug…sis.”
I stood with my mouth hanging open as he wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me against his rock hard, rippled body.
Fuck my life, I thought, well, I found him again. I just never thought it would be like this.
The End.
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TABOO TALES
Seduced By My Stepbrother: Taboo Tales (Dakota and Marcus)
Seduced By My Stepbrother: Taboo Tales 2 (Dakota and Marcus)
Seduced By My Stepbrother: Taboo Tales 3 (Dakota and Marcus)
Seduced By My Stepbrother, Easter Treats: Taboo Tales
Seduced By My Stepbrother: Taboo Tales 4 (Dakota and Marcus)
Sleeping with my Stepbrother: Taboo Tales (Bailey and Josh Book 1)
Sleeping with my Stepbrother: Taboo Tales (Bailey and Josh Book 2) (coming soon)
Dominated by my Twin Stepbrothers 1: Taboo Tales
Dominated by my Twin Stepbrothers 2: Taboo Tales
Dominated by my Twin Stepbrothers 3: Taboo Tales
Dominated by my Twin Stepbrothers 4: Taboo Tales
A Baby for my Twin Stepbrothers 1: Taboo Tales
A Baby for my Twin Stepbrothers 2: Taboo Tales
A Baby for my Twin Stepbrothers 3: Taboo Tales
A Baby for my Twin Stepbrothers 4: Taboo Tales
A Baby for my Twin Stepbrothers 5: Taboo Tales
A Baby for my Twin Stepbrothers 6: Taboo Tales
FORBIDDEN FIRSTS SERIES
Forbidden Firsts – Stepbrother’s Twisted Rules, book one
Forbidden Firsts – Stepbrother’s Twisted Rules, book two
Forbidden Firsts – Stepbrother’s Twisted Rules, book three
Forbidden Firsts – Stepbrother’s Good Girl (Grace and Gavin Book 1)
Forbidden Firsts – Stepbrother’s Good Girl (Grace and Gavin Book 2)
DEAREST STEPBROTHER SERIES
Dearest Stepbrother: Having His Baby Book 1
Dearest Stepbrother: Having His Baby Book 2
Dearest Stepbrother: Having His Baby Book 3 (coming soon)
Dearest Stepbrother: Having His Baby Book 4 (coming soon)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Doms, Book 1
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Doms, Book 2
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Doms, Book 3 (coming soon)
Dearest Stepbrother: Manwhores Part 1
Dearest Stepbrother: Manwhores Part 2
Dearest Stepbrother: Manwhores Part 3 (coming soon)
Dearest Stepbrother: The Bachelor Book 1
Dearest Stepbrother: The Bachelor Book 2
Dearest Stepbrother: Double Trouble Part 1
Dearest Stepbrother: Double Trouble Part 2
Dearest Stepbrother: Double Trouble Part 3
Dearest Stepbrother: Double Trouble Part 4
Dearest Stepbrother: After College Part 1
Dearest Stepbrother: After College Part 2
Dearest Stepbrother: After College Part 3
Dearest Stepbrother: After College Part 4
Dearest Stepbrother: Double Trouble, And Baby Makes Four, part 1
Dearest Stepbrother: Double Trouble, And Baby Makes Four, part 2
Dearest Stepbrother: Double Trouble, And Baby Makes Four, part 3 (coming soon)
Dearest Stepbrother: Double Trouble, And Baby Makes Four, part 4 (coming soon)
Dearest Stepbrother: The First (Kennedy and Ryan Part 1)
Dearest Stepbrother: The Second (Kennedy and Ryan Part 2)
Dearest Stepbrother: The Third (Kennedy and Ryan Part 3)
Dearest Stepbrother: The Fourth (Kennedy and Ryan Part 4)
Dearest Stepbrother: The Fifth (Jordan and Sarah Part 1)
Dearest Stepbrother: The Sixth (Jordan and Sarah Part 2)
Dearest Stepbrother: The Seventh (coming soon)
Dearest Stepbrother: The D.U.F.F. (Part 1)
Dearest Stepbrother: The D.U.F.F. (Part 2)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Soldiers (Book 1)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Soldiers (Book 2)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Soldiers (Book 3)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Fighters (Book 1)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Fighters (Book 2)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Fighters (Book 2)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Fighters (Book 3)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Cowboys (Book 1)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Cowboys (Book 2)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Cowboys (Book 3)
Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Cowboys (Book 4)
Dearest Stepbrother: A Baby for my Twin Cowboys (Book 1)
Dearest Stepbrother: A Baby for my Twin Cowboys (Book 2)
Dearest Stepbrother: A Baby for my Twin Cowboys (Book 3)
Dearest Stepbrother: A Baby for my Twin Cowboys (Book 4)
Dearest Stepbrother: The Billionaire’s Baby Bargain, book 1
Dearest Stepbrother: The Billionaire’s Baby Bargain, book 2 (coming soon)
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Dearest Stepbrother: At First Sight
Dearest Stepbrother: Teacher’s Pet
Dearest Stepbrother: Keyland’s Words
Dearest Stepbrother: The Debt (Dark erotica)
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