A Busty Bride for the Billionaire (Contemporary Erotic Romance)
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A thick drop of precum shone at the tip of his shaft, a trail of it dripping down it, catching the silver glint of the moonlight entering through the window.
“Ja–... Janice... can I?”
Oh... Oh God. There's... there's just no way... Wait, how did it even get to this point? Why am I lying under my gargantuan lunk of a stepbrother, and why are my breasts glistening with his saliva? Why am I wet for him – so wet I'm rubbing my thighs together, to relieve some of it... Why the heck would I think of losing my virginity to this... callous idiot... this insensitive tool... this... this...
Then my gaze moved back upwards – away from that impossibility sprouting between his legs, and up to his face. His frightened, vulnerable, child-like eyes. His trembling, desperate mouth. The creases of anticipated rejection furrowing his brow.
I felt myself smile, and saw the warmth of it reflected in his eyes.
I felt myself pull his t-shirt up his chest, over his head and the steely arms he lifted in succession to let the last remnant of his clothes slough off him. That left nothing but his tight, textured mass naked above me – covering me like a Cathedral over its congregation.
I felt myself uncross my legs, and work them to either side of his own, my ankles sliding against his bunched calves.
I felt myself nod.
And then, I felt him slide my pyjama-shorts to one side, and press himself against my entrance. It felt as if the head of him covered my entire slit, much wider in circumference than the hole which was supposed to contain it. But slowly, he worked his thumb between us, and teased out my labia, causing me to arch involuntarily upwards, and a gasp to escape me.
I didn't feel him enter me.
All I remember is the bucking rush of my orgasm... and then, as the throes of it faded... I remember the foreign feeling of his apple-sized head inside me.
I had only had my fingers before. One, sometimes two – and, once, the handle of a hairbrush.
Luckily, all the air had been expelled from me in a long, low grunt when I came. If it hadn't, then our parents would have heard me shout, and our lives would have been over.
As it was, I don't understand how they didn't hear the rasping intake of breath which Jonathan drew from me when he pushed himself deeper.
He had his arms wrapped around my torso, and at this point, he lifted me into the air.
My head hung limply back, my hair fanning across my pillow.
My breasts and stomach were pressed against the uncompromising firmness of his pecs and his abs.
My ass was pulled towards him until it would eventually come to rest against his thighs, as he knelt.
He had me effortlessly hanging under him and over the bed, encompassing me wholly, while he took from me an intimate sustenance which no one had ever thought to give him before.
When I couldn't hold my screams back any longer, I found the strength to bite against his shoulder, feeling the taste of his blood in my mouth. The only thing going through my mind was that there was nothing I could do to save myself anymore, and that this was the only thing I could do to save him – from himself, and from the guilt of the pain he was causing me.
Some eternity later, I felt him crush against my cervix, and he pulled back out and then pushed back in – what must have been agonizingly slowly to him, but felt like a piston at full throttle to me.
He might not have actually moved, in fact – just rocked me away and then toward him, while he remained rock-still.
Then he moved his knees back and fell with me – on me – onto the bed. I felt the full weight of him press down on me, all over me, my mouth leaving bite marks across his chest when he heaved back and forth.
I felt his hips grind against mine, my clit leaping to life, a pinprick of pleasure which hurt, like a blessing, even more than the crashing waves of agony around it.
That pinprick became a ray, became a flood of light...
I felt myself coming closer to it...
I felt myself begin to lose my sense of self...
I felt my mind and my body shut down in anticipation of it...
And then it came.
I orgasmed with a power I couldn't contain.
I orgasmed with an intensity which should have shattered the remnants of me.
I orgasmed, and then the world around me darkened, and I started to fade into unconsciousness...
And then... I felt convulsions within me.
As I started to faint, I couldn't fully realize that it wasn't me convulsing.
But there was enough to keep hold of the last fragments of my mind, before they disappeared into the dark.
Enough to have it slowly dawn on me that it was him convulsing.
Enough to, dimly, remember that he hadn't put on a condom. And that it had been a week and a half since my last period.
Enough to rip me from the sweet pull of unknowing, and register the first gush of his semen against my cervix, and then the second, the third, the fourth... I lost count...
Enough to feel his weight collapse upon me.
Enough to hear him whisper my name – enough to hear he said it like a prayer.
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As my stepbrother panted hoarsely where he nestled between my breasts...
And as his semen and my blood mingled into a growing lake between my legs…
And as his seed worked its way up to its resting point within me...
...it slowly dawned on me, just how much trouble I was in.
Perhaps it was stupid, but I wasn't even thinking about the overwhelming probability of pregnancy.
No. Much more than that... the thought that came to be was...
Holy shit. I think I've just fallen in love with my stepbrother...
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