I close my eyes and try to calm my beating heart. Austin is my stepbrother. It's never going to happen.
There's a knock on the door and it startles me. I turn around. Is it the agent?
Another knock and I hear, "Ashley?"
It's Austin.
My heart races even more and I find my robe, throwing it on and tying it as I run to the living room and open the door,
Austin's standing there, about to knock again.
I can only look at him.
"Why'd you go?" he asks me, his soulful eyes peering deep into me. "Didn't even say goodbye?"
I look at him. He's looking at me. I don't see that smirk of his. I don't see the cocky, arrogant prick that the newspapers say he is. I don't even see my stepbrother.
I see the most handsome face I've ever seen in my life. Attached to the hottest body I've ever been close to - my fantasies can't even compare to what this guy has.
He doesn't know. I turn around so he won't see my face. "Deals off, Austin," I say not looking at him but instead out the window towards the US Capitol. "I can't be your stabilizing influence anymore."
I can feel him come up close behind me. I can feel his chest against my back. "Why?" he asks.
My heart's racing and it feels like it's going to burst. "I can't ask you to pardon Trask, Austin," I murmur, feeling his hands on my sides. It feels so good. I take a step back without realizing what I'm doing and find myself pushed up against him. I can feel his cock. It's poking into my ass. I move my ass slightly, nestling his cock in between my ass cheeks. He’s my stepbrother. It’s so wrong. It’s wicked. Taboo. Naughty. Not what I should be doing. I’m the good girl, right? But I don’t care anymore. If it’s wicked, then it’s wickedly delicious. I just want that cock to pulse right there where it is.
"That's why you left?" he asks me. "Because I can't pardon Oliver Trask?"
I'm not thinking about Oliver Trask right now. All I'm thinking about is Austin's cock. God, I need his cock. His arms are on my waist, pulling me closer. Who cares what the world thinks.
“I…” I’m stammering. I can’t think. I press back against him, my ass rubbing against his crotch. Oh my God, what am I doing? The fabric of my robe is so thin that I can already feel it bunching up on my ass.
He stays where he is, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, and I feel my whole body boiling. He’s big… He’s so big. And I want it, there’s no other way about it. I can’t think of anything else but his body and his hard cock. Because, yes, it’s very hard…
My skin prickles as I realize what’s happening: Austin’s here in the room with me, and he wants me. And if he wants, he will have me. I can’t fight against it! We’re not blood relatives and I can’t live without scratching this itch. The desire that crawls under my skin is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I know this is a mistake, but I can’t run away from what’s about to happen. I just can’t.
Before I know it, I’m rubbing my ass up and down against him, his pulsing cock against my body. His hands go down my side to the hem of the robe and he lifts it up, baring my ass. His fingers brush against my skin and trace the contour of my thong, and I shudder at his closeness. I push back once again, rocking my hips against his body as I grind over his cock.
Even without being able to see what I’m doing, I take my hands to his back and try to find the hem of his pants. My trembling fingers find his crotch and, in an instant, I’m unbuttoning his trousers. When I’m done his cock immediately tents up his boxer briefs and jumps up against my hand; but before I manage to grab it, Austin pushes against me and I have to take my hands to the wall.
With one hand on my waist, he grabs my ass with the other. I sway my ass against him, over his cock, my mind not really able to imagine how it will feel to have him inside me. Because that’s what going to happen. You doubt it? Don’t, don’t doubt the certainty of it even for a second. It’s been a long time coming and there’s nothing in the world that will make us stop right now. And why would I even want to stop? Forget all about responsibility, politics and whatnot. None of that matters right now.
His hands slides around my waist and under my robe, climbing up my inner thigh and making my skin prickle. His fingers brush over my groin and, if I was wet before, I become completely drenched now. I close my eyes, moving my hips harder and grinding against him almost desperately. A moan leaves my lips as he brushes his fingers over my thong, applying a gentle and barely noticeable pressure over my wet pussy.
God, I don’t know if I should press back against his cock or press my pussy against his hand. Now these are some good problems to have.
He solves my dilemma pretty quickly: he presses his hand over my pussy and pulls me into him, his cock pressing hard between my cheeks. Am I actually doing this? I barely recognize myself - I never felt something so… all consuming, so fierce.
That’s why I’m a virgin, I guess. Why would I bother with doing it if I never really felt the urge to do so? Up until this very moment, I never really understood what the big fuss was all about, why people sometimes couldn’t help themselves and became completely sex-crazed. What’s the big obsession about?
But now, Austin’s cock against my body, I get it. I totally get it.
I dart my hands back, resting it over his boxers and clumsily grabbing at his hard long shape there. I knew he was big - those were the rumors - but I never imagined he would be so… massive. He’s so thick it’s even hard to curl my fingers around it…!
I yank down his boxer briefs and his cock springs free at once, slapping against my ass cheeks. I take my hand back to the wall and jut my ass back as he presses hard on me, his warm cock finally rubbing against my ass.
I grind against him in abandonment and, I tell you, if this is the only thing we’ll do… Well, I’m going to be a very happy girl nonetheless. Lucky me, I know neither I or him will be able to stop.
One of his hands climbs up my side and crawls towards my chest, finding its way under my robe and cupping my right breast over the bra. He pulls at the cup, baring my nipple, and he presses it then between two fingers, pinching it. I rest my forehead against the wall, biting down on my lower lip as a storm of lust rages inside of me.
Still pinching my nipple, he flicks my thong to the side and brushes the tip of his finger against my wet pussy. My whole body shudders in anticipation.
This is happening, this is really happening.
He traces the contour of my pussy as if he wants to absorb all of it, carefully brushing against its outline and gentle circling my clit.
He does it for one minute, carefully coming and going, each time applying just a little bit more of pressure. As he does it, I keep pressing my ass against his pulsing cock, my heart tight in my chest - I’m so anxious and expectant it’s unreal.
When he presses his fingers over my clit, I open my mouth and moan. And I can tell you, I’m moaning hard. Austin isn’t simply rubbing me, or tapping his finger against my clit - no, he knows precisely what he’s doing and what kind of reaction he wants out of me. He rubs the tip of his finger around my clit and then presses it from above, indirectly, and I feel fire under my skin consuming me with desire.
Letting go of my clit, he goes down over my labia, gently parting it with his finger as he goes up and down on my slit. He lets his finger go inside of me just one inch, and my whole body tenses up, waiting for him to go all in. Austin takes his time, though, slowly letting his finger in as if he has all the time in the world. He pushes it in gently, curling it upwards and rubbing me from the inside; when he pulls back, I can barely think straight. All I want is his cock deep inside me.
“Austin…” I have to tell him. I don’t know how to say, but I have to. “I… I’ve never done this before.”
“What?” He asks, and I can already sense his grin. “Fuck the President?”
“I’m… a virgin.”
I expected him to stop, to pull back from my body and look at me in confusion. I almost
even expected him to leave - after all, what kind of woman my age is still a virgin? I expected a lot of things, just not what he said.
“Even better,” he whispers against my ear, and the sound of his voice wraps itself around my mind, blanketing it with lust. He takes both his hands to my waist again, making me turn around and face him.
He brushes a stray lock of hair and tucks it over my ear, his fingers gently resting against my cheek as he looks into my eyes. I’m melting right now, I really am. How is it possible for me to want him this bad? When he leans into me and I close my eyes, I know exactly why: he’s perfect. Everything about him is perfect. I wouldn’t change a single inch on him.
His lips touch mine and sparks fly all over my body. I part my lips and brush my tongue against his mouth, my hands going to his chest and feeling the tight outline of his muscles bulging under the shirt. I take my fingers to his collar and start unbuttoning it, taking my time with each button, enjoying the way his warm skin brushes against my knuckles as I go lower.
His shirt unbuttoned, my fingers fall on the hem of his trousers and then slide inwards. Soon, I’m touching his thick shaft, my hand almost trembling in excitement. I grasp it, holding it in my hand however I can - he’s so big I can’t even grab him properly. I can’t even imagine how that’s going to fit inside of me!
Grabbing it tightly, I start flicking my wrist and moving my hand up and down over his cock. I start slow, but soon I surrender to the madness that’s taking over my mind and I start stroking him fast and almost too violently, my body doing it on impulse.
Austin takes his hands to my chest and, grabbing at my robe, yanks on it and opens it. I arch my back, anxious to feel his naked chest pressing down on me; he grabs the hair behind my neck and pulls me back, looking once more into my eyes. Holding my head in place, he takes his other hand to my back and unhooks my bra, pushing it down my arms. I feel exposed and fearful of what he’s going to think of my body - no man has ever seen me naked - but all that goes away when he cups my breast in his open hand, gently squeezing it. I bite my lower lip, not taking my eyes off of him.
I dart my other hand to his cock and, with both my hands there, I start sliding them both up his cock and repeating that motion over and over again, only stroking him in one direction.
I pant as he slides my robe down my arms, my naked body there for the taking. His hands go to my ass, cupping both my cheeks, and he lifts me up in the air, holding me into him. I hold on to him by wrapping my legs on his back, and he takes me to the bed. He puts me down on top of the mattress, his body falling on mine.
Instinctively, I thrust my hips upwards, rubbing my thong against his cock. I hear his shoes fall to the floor as he kicks them off and I take the hint and move my hands to the hem of his trousers, tugging on them and pushing them down his legs with his boxer briefs.
I want him inside me, and I want it now. It’s funny when I think of it, but this the first time in my life that I have ever felt like this, desperately aching to have a man’s cock inside my pussy.
He knows it too - he grabs at my thong and slides it down my legs. With one hand under the nape of my neck he starts kissing me again, nibbling at my lips as his hands grab at my breasts. He kisses my chin, my neck, his lips only stopping when they wrap themselves around one hard nipple and suck on it, drawing purred moans out of me.
Moving my hips from side to side, I position myself so that his shaft rests right over my pussy, and I rub myself against it.
“I want it, Austin…” I moan, desperately grinding against him. He grins, and reaches for his pants; is he looking for a condom? I wrap my fingers around his wrist. “We don’t need a condom… I have an IUD.”
I got it when I was still Jake; in my mind, I was preparing for the moment when we would inevitably do it. Of course, that moment never came with him. It came with my stepbrother instead.
With a grin, Austin grabs at his cock and fits his tip between my labia, holding it in place and not allowing it to go any further. I try and thrust my hips against him, but he doesn’t buck, simply rubbing his tip over my pussy and making my mind go numb with yearning. If there’s one thing that he knows, it’s driving a woman completely insane.
“Please…” I beg, not capable of holding one more minute without having him inside of me. “Please.”
His fingers bury themselves in my hair and I start feeling his cock slowly, very slowly, sliding inside of my pussy. His thick shaft parts my inner lips and his tip strains against my inner walls as he eases himself in.
This is… Oh my God. This is absolute perfection. Is this what sex feels like? Sign me up for hourly sessions. I want to do this every waking hour of the day. Screw it, I want to do this in my sleep!
He stops before going all in and I feel some resistance inside me. I grit my teeth, knowing what’s to come and expecting it to be painful, but as he pushes through that resistance, the pleasure is so overwhelming that I don’t think I even feel a sting. All that I feel his is long thickness lodging itself deep inside me and turning those flames of desire into a raging inferno of pleasure.
He pulls back slowly before going in again, his body rocking against mine. My hands go down his back and to his tight hard ass, grabbing him there and pulling him into me as if I’m afraid he’s going to escape any minute now. I lock my legs behind his back and, sure that he’s not going anywhere, I start bucking my hips against him.
I’m breathing hard, the muscles around my lungs so numb with pleasure that I’m having a hard time doing something as simple and breathing. As he starts going faster, his cock settling into a crescendo rhythm, my ragged breathing turns into a cadence of wild moaning.
He leans even more into me, pressing his whole body against mine. As he comes and goes, each time his cock goes deep inside of him his body rubs against my clit, an expanding pressure spreading throughout all of my body.
Like holding your breath, you know when the moment you won’t be able to endure any longer is coming. That’s pretty much what I feel right now. I don’t even exactly know what this is, as I’ve never had a man making me come before, but I know it’s coming for me. Oh, yes, it’s coming for me hard.
Feeling it scratch and growl at the outer edges of my mind, I summon all my strength and, tensing up my legs and grabbing at his ass hard, I lock him into place and thrust my hips hard against him.
I’m going to explode. I really am.
There’s a storm raging in my mind, lighting and thunder all over my body. I can’t fight this, I can’t resist it, I can’t -- Oh, sweet God!
I’m screaming, I’m screaming as loud as I can. My body is trembling as if I’ve lost control of all my limbs. My legs and arms are flailing, and I almost feel like crying in pleasure. Austin remains still, slowly rocking his body against mine as I simply vanish into an higher dimension.
My body is buzzing with delight, a pleasure that I didn’t even know existed in the universe devouring everything that I am.
“This… This was…”
“This was only the start, Ash,” he says, his lips brushing against my ear.
The start? The start?! How can there be more than this? Can you even build on perfection?
As he pulls out of me and hooks his fingers on my thighs, making me roll to my stomach, I realize that yes - there’s more to come, and it’s going to be even better.
He kneels on the bed, pulling me into him; I jut my ass back at him and prop myself up with my elbows. My hair is disheveled, locks of it falling over my face, but I don’t care. All that I care about is the Greek God standing behind me with his cock ready to hand out a sweet beating.
I shiver as I feel his hands tracing the curves on my ass, his fingers finding my aching labia and parting it with care. I moan as he presses his large tip against my pussy, rubbing it up and down there. I wiggle my ass at him - I don’t want to wait anymore; I don’t wait any teasing. I want him - no, I need him inside of me with such desperation it’s almost hard for me to believe i
t.
But when he thrusts, piercing me in one single stroke… Yeah, it’s not that hard to believe. What’s better than his cock, really? In the whole universe I bet there’s nothing better than it. And as he comes and goes, his cock sliding in and out of me at a relentless pace, I become more and more sure of it: there’s absolutely nothing better than having him inside of me. Money, fame, power, prestige? None of that matters, not a single thing. You can have all that, for all I care. Just don’t take his cock away, that’s mine.
He slaps his thighs against my ass as he thrusts, his fingers buried in my buttocks. He slides one hand around my waist and his long fingers stretch so that one of them is right above my clit, pressing and rubbing there as he keeps on going at me mercilessly.
I’m grabbing at the sheets hard, the intensity of what’s running through my veins completely mind numbing. I’m gritting my teeth, my whole body tensing up as I savor how his cock struggles against my tightness.
I tighten my pussy around his length and I feel him slowing down the pace, taking his time to appreciate how it feels to be deep inside of me and have my inner walls trying to choke his thick cock.
As for me, I’m not even sure if I’m appreciating anything. My mind is completely blank, and all the pleasure that I’m feeling is not even being processed. It’s just raw, pure and unadulterated. And by God, do I like it like this!
Even though I’m tightening my pussy hard around his cock, he builds the pace once again, this time not settling on keeping a rhythm of any kind. It’s always growing, always going faster and faster, the sound of flesh on flesh incessant.
It’s happening again: that pressure is coming for me, the tension that stretches my muscles and makes them taut and hard. I can feel it creeping in with each thrust of his, electricity spreading from his finger to my clit and then to the rest of my body.
Before I know it, I’m already screaming again. The sound is throaty and raw, and it’s almost unlady-like. But I don’t care. Why would I? When my whole body is trembling and quivering with pleasure, it’s hard to care about a damn thing in the whole world.
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