Pleasure fills me up to the brim, pooling in my muscles and biting at my nerve endings. It demands all of my brain’s attention, controlling every single cell inside my skull as it keeps on growing and growing, like a never-ending stairway to heaven.
It grows so much that it bursts, an explosion of sheer ecstasy taking over me. Arching my back again, I let out one wild scream and, when my vocal chords grow tired, I resort to hissing like a madwoman with the frenzy of lust overtaking me.
Kieran takes his fingers out of my pussy then, but never lifting them off my body.
This time he takes his mouth down my body and, positioning himself between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, using his tongue like a torture device.
Grabbing at his hair, I try to force him down, but he fights back against my hold.
He keeps on teasing me, brushing both lips and tongue on my inner thighs while I try to thrust with my hips. Countering me, he presses his forearm over my waist, pinning me down to the ground, and just keeps on circling my wetness without going for it.
His eyes become narrower as his grin widens and, just like that, he’s on me. He wraps his lips around my clit and starts to suck, using his tongue to run soft circles around it.
Hooking his thumbs under my knees, he forces my legs up and then takes his open mouth to my pussy lips, pressing it against my wetness and jabbing at my insides with his tongue.
This time he doesn’t stop me while I try to thrust, and so I just press my pussy against his face as hard as I can, rubbing my wetness against his mouth.
I want to moan and scream at the same time and sounds of pure pleasure tear from my lips.
Sucking and licking, he presses one thumb over my clit and starts rubbing on it while he devours my pussy. Violent pleasure starts rising inside of me again like a ticking bomb, each tick one step closer to ecstasy.
There’s a storm in my brain and, for a moment, I can’t even see or hear anything. My brain shuts down everything in order to process all the sweet pleasure reaching it. I’m grinding my teeth so hard I can feel the pressure building around the bones in my jaw.
With my brain seemingly busy, my body goes out of control. Still grabbing him by the hair, I start swaying my hips in a frenzy, crushing my pussy against his face in deep desperation as I come. By the time pleasure finally starts receding, there are already beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.
“Oh, fuck, I whisper, more to myself than to him, as I collapse limp on the grass, sprawling both my legs and arms. I look up at the blue sky, and for a moment, I forget all about Percy and the situation I’m in. Right now, all I can think about is the sweet pleasure coursing through my veins.
He smiles at me, going up to his knees. Turning my head, I look at him, a delirious smile taking over my lips as I see his lips and chin glistening from my fluids.
“We’re just getting started, babe,” he tells me, and I can’t help but smile back at him.
Kieran
I need to fuck her.
It’s almost silly said like that, but that’s the truth.
I don’t want to fuck her.
I need to.
And that’s a new thing for me. More often than not, women are the ones wanting my cock more than they want the air to breath.
For the first time in my life, I know exactly how it feels to have that much desire inside me.
Gritting my teeth, I roll Stacy so that she’s laying down on her stomach on the grass. I lay on top of her, one hand moving under her body and grabbing one breast while I position my cock against her ass. My fingers gently playing with her hard rosy nipple, I place my lips against her ear.
“Tell me you want it,” I whisper, pressing my cock between her ass cheeks. She immediately starts to thrust back, grinding and stroking me with her cheeks. “Say it.”
“I want you…I want it,” she murmurs, turning her head to the side. “I want it so bad, Kieran.”
“Are you sure?” I tease her, grabbing my shaft with one hand and pressing it down, moving it between her thighs so that my tip is brushing against her wet folds.
I have to take a deep breath so that I don’t thrust right away.
It takes all my fucking willpower just to keep talking.
“I’m not hearing you beg.”
“Please…” she mutters, struggling to get the words out. “Please…I want you to fuck me. I need you to.”
I oblige, pleasure washing over me.
But I don’t go all the way in.
I only feed one inch into her pussy, her folds hugging the tip of my cock as she tries to thrust her hips back.
“Please…I need you inside of me. Fuck me…as hard you can,” she purrs, each of her words feeling like someone is driving a fucking knife through my heart. I can’t resist this anymore. No fucking way.
Teasing time is over.
I grit my teeth and thrust hard, my shaft burying itself deep inside of her. I go all the way in, closing my eyes as I feel the warm embrace of her pussy. My hands are on her ass, grabbing it as I start to rock my hips against her.
Her lips are parted seductively, moans flowing out in time with my thrusts. The sound of her desire caresses my eardrums like a spell, and I feel my rational mind shutting down.
My mind goes blank as my thought process turns into incoherent whispers of decadent lust.
I don’t even bother with building up the fucking rhythm; I go hard right from the start, my thighs slapping her ass as my cock fucking ravages her.
My shaft goes in and out of her incessantly, beads of sweat starting to pool on my forehead.
I just fucking ignore them and keep moving, fucking her as if I had never been with a woman like her. And it’s true; I’ve fucked my way through countless, nameless women… But I’ve never found someone like her.
Never.
“Oh, God…” she moans, turning her head to the side and clawing with her delicate fingers at the grass. “Please, don’t…Don’t stop!” she cries, breathing loudly through her gritted teeth from the sheer exertion of taking my cock.
I do exactly what she’s asking me, and I keep fucking her until her pussy tightens around my cock like a fucking vice. Her muscles start to twitch, and I feel the delicate, and yet violent, spasms of her pussy around my shaft.
I remain in place as she burns in pleasure, only sliding my cock out when I notice her breathing returning to normal.
Rolling to the side, I lie on my back and turn to her, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her into me. Moving with fast, cat-like movements, she climbs on top of me, straddling me while she grabs my cock with both of her hands.
I have to hold my breath and close my eyes so that I don’t come right here and now. Somehow, I manage to resist.
“You’re perfect,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips are slightly parted, an expression of anxiety on her face. I feel the fucking gears inside my head starting to turn as I try to decode her words.
“Me? You’re the perfect thing, babe,” I reply, having no idea about what’s she fucking talking about. Women tell me I’m perfect all the time, but coming from her mouth…it just sounds like she doesn’t even realize how truly perfect she is.
“I mean it.”
“You should see yourself through my own eyes then,” I tell her with a grin.
“I just can’t control myself…” She raises her hips slightly, angling my cock so that its tip is rubbing against her pussy lips. “Something about being with you…I just lose all sense of reason and turn into...”
She continues to rub my tip against her pussy, moving it up and down with slow teasing movements. I can feel desire fucking pulsing through me, my cock straining against the grip she has on it.
“I turned into a woman totally possessed by lust. I need this…and I need it bad.”
As she speaks, she lowers herself over my cock, allowing one inch to slide inside of her.
She’s teasing me but, in a sense, this isn’t teasing
at all. It’s almost as if she’s teasing herself.
Let’s put a stop to that.
I thrust upward, trying to ram my cock deep inside of her, but she resists.
“No,” she says, a commanding tone in her voice. She’s fucking torturing me and she knows it. “I want to savor it…I want to enjoy this.”
Well, that’s a pretty thing to say, but it’s not like it’s going to make me stop now.
I hook my fingers on her hips and pull her down as hard as I can, thrusting upward at the same time. My cock pushes past her folds, and straining against her inner walls, goes all the way in.
Stacy throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she sighs heavily.
I reach for her breasts, squeezing them both as we start to rock our bodies against one another. She places her hands on top of mine, making me grab her harder. Swaying her hips wildly, she then takes the lead and rides me as if this is the last time she’s going to be with a man.
My cock nestled deep inside of her pussy, I close my eyes as I feel her body moving, my hands going down from her breasts to her ass. I slap her cheeks—once, twice—and then I squeeze them both as hard as I can, moving my hips upward and trying to match her movements.
It only takes a few seconds for the motion of our bodies to match, almost as if we were one. She leans into me then, locks of her hair brushing against my chest, and presses her lips against mine. We kiss as if our mouths were drawn to fit in one another, our tongues dancing in circles as I start to thrust harder.
“I’ll take care of you,” I whisper into her ear, suddenly realizing that it’s not just about the way she looks or how she feels on my cock. It’s much more than that. Fuck, I’m wrapped around Stacy as much as her pussy is wrapped around me.
She starts riding me harder, moaning louder as if she didn’t care any longer if my fucking stepbrother hears us.
“I promise, I’ll take care of you” I say, this time out loud. I’m saying it to her as much as I’m saying it to myself. I don’t know why the fuck I’m saying shit like this, but I mean it…and I’ve decided this with my cock twelve fucking inches deep inside of her.
“I know...I know…And there’s no other place where I’d rather be than…” she whispers, bucking her hips with such viciousness that I can’t help but groan. “Here...” she continues, getting the words out despite her hard breathing. “With you!”
With that, she explodes again, her pussy spasming and massaging my shaft as she digs her fingernails into my chest.
Breathing heavily while her body convulses, she claws at my chest, her fingernails leaving red marks across my pectorals.
I keep thrusting while she comes, feeling my own body close to the breaking point.
Two hard thrusts and I’m almost ready to join her, my cock spasming harshly against her inner walls. In a heartbeat, I’m gushing a torrent of cum inside of her, each spasm of my member sending electric waves of pleasure up my spine, every single muscle in my body tensing up to the point of ripping apart. It’s almost unbearable.
“Fuck…” I mutter through my gritted teeth, fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I keep coming for what seems like forever, thick strands of semen dripping onto her pussy from my shaft.
Sighing, she waits for my cock’s spasms to subside, and she finally climbs down from my body. But instead of simply rolling to the side, she goes on her knees and leans forward, her parted lips meeting my cock.
She takes it in her mouth and sucks hungrily, moving her lips down my shaft and cleaning it dry. As she goes back, my cock pops out of her mouth; she grabs it gently, tilts her head sideways and starts licking the whole length of my shaft before finally scooping up all the cum that pooled at the base.
I lay back as she licks me dry, still trying to catch my fucking breath. I say nothing; fuck, I can’t even think straight right now with pleasure still coating my mind.
Stacy goes to my side as she finishes, one arm across my chest as she inches closer to me. I turn to her, and she presses her mouth against mine, the salty flavor of my semen hitting me immediately.
We kiss as if there was nothing else in the whole fucking universe but us, the cum in her mouth dripping into mine as our tongues wrestle against one another. When she pulls back, there are a few drops of cum on my chin, making their way down my jawline; smiling, she scoops them up with the tip of her tongue.
“I’m not the only one in need of some cleaning up,” I whisper, my heart still beating like a motherfucker.
My hands on her waist, I turn her around and pull her into me. She doesn’t take long to realize what I intend to do, and climbs on top of me, easing herself down on my mouth.
Swaying her hips, she rubs her drenched pussy against my lips, cum dripping down from her folds and into my open mouth. I open it as wide as I can, feeling my warm semen sliding from inside of her and down to my tongue.
Fuck, what’s this? I’m losing my mind around Stacy, that much is for sure.
Rolling to the side and laying on the grass again, she presses her body against mine. We say nothing for a long while, simply staring at the blue sky over our heads as we hear our own ragged breathing, exhaustion lacing our bodies.
Then, hesitantly, I feel her reaching for my hand. She holds it, gently squeezing my fingers, and I squeeze back.
We remain in silence, the warm sunlight tumbling over our bodies as if it was trying to caress our naked skin. I’ve never been what I’d call a romantic, but this…This right here, this is what turns rugged men into soft ones.
“You’re special…” I finally manage to say, the words coming out of my mouth as if I wanted to say them all along. “I don’t know what it is about you, Stacy, but I never wanted someone as much as I do you.”
She responds by squeezing my hand harder and I smile absently, knowing that for once I’m saying the right fucking thing to the right woman.
“I hope so…I really do,” she says, whatever there is between us suddenly becoming very fucking real.
Nolan
My conversation with Kieran keeps on running through my head over and over again.
I know to some extent that he's right, but he doesn't know that I got so deep into gambling that I couldn't find my way out again. I went a little crazy with the partying lifestyle and for a while I was practically living in Vegas, just racking up more and more debt.
Hey, you can't win all the time—but I thought I was fucking invincible. Imagine how bad it must have been for me to go crawling to Percy for help. I made the mistake of telling him my secrets one drunken night.
He's the kind of guy you never want to lose your wits around with. You have to keep up your guard whenever you’re with Percy—the guy’s constantly plotting and scheming for a way to pull you down.
It doesn't matter who you are: if he can manipulate you in any way to his advantage then he’ll fucking do it. He’s a douchebag, yes, but he’s a smart douchebag. He knows how to dig up dirt on people like no one I've ever seen.
I confided to him about my money problems and it was the biggest fucking mistake of my life. He acted all cool and caring and he took care of the debts, but now he’s using it as my potential financial ruin. Holding it over my head. Fucking blackmailing me.
Fuck. I hate being in my father's house like this, at odds with my brother and being Percy’s goddamn lapdog. He's always been the enemy and now, unfortunately, I find myself on his side. Not by choice, nor my alignment with his values, but out of fucking obligation.
Because of him, I’ve lost my brothers. But how could I ever reveal to them how sorely mismanaged my life is?
It's impossible. I have more pride than that.
To make things more complicated, the other part of my mind is fixated on Stacy.
I really hate that she probably sees me as Percy's helper. I personally will never condone what he's doing to her. I don't know what the details of the situation are between them, but one thing is certain: I will find a way to protect
Stacy, even if it means my own disgrace.
That girl is fucking perfect.
I've seen a lot of women, especially during my time in Vegas. None compares to her. I wasn’t expecting such a gorgeous woman to enter my life, but fucking hell, I want to make myself thoroughly acquainted with her in every possible way.
I’ve made up my mind—I will fuck her brains out before I'm finished here. She hasn't had a true man until she's had me. Of that I’m certain. One taste of my cock and she'll be eating out of the palm of my hand, begging for more.
I’m upstairs in the main loft considering all of this when I start to hear the screaming.
Stacy.
I have one thought—I have to get to her. I fly down the stairs and follow the noise. It's coming from the dining room at the end of the hall. I go down the grand corridor, anxious to find her, to make sure she's okay.
Finally, I get there. Swinging open the large, carved, wooden doors, I see them both sitting at opposite ends of the mahogany table. The thing must extend twenty feet. She’s at one end, crying, and Percy's at the other berating her to death.
"You fucking whore,” he rails. “I would never have brought you here if I knew what a slut you would be with my brothers. I swear to God, if you tell them one single goddamn thing about me, I will destroy you. Got it?"
She's crying and she looks like a total mess. It makes me crazy that Percy’s brought her to this.
"What the fuck, Percy? She doesn't deserve this.” I tell him, rage making my blood boil. “Aren't you supposed to be fucking married to her?"
I go to her side and try to comfort her. I still don’t really know her, but she’s so fucking beautiful. All I want to do is to sweep her up in my arms and take her away from this asshole.
She deserves so much better.
I wipe her tears away. "Are you okay?"
She draws in a shaky breath. "No, Nolan. I’m not okay. None of this is okay."
"Don't fucking talk to her, Nolan. She’s my wife," Percy tells me, menace in his eyes, but I just shoot him a death glare.
"Fuck, Percy. Don't be such an asshole. We all know it's a hoax anyway. Let’s be real. There's no fucking way she’s pregnant."
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