Billionaire Stepbrother - Addiction: The Complete Series

by Stephanie Brother

  Brett’s kick hit the man’s leg, behind his knee. He fell to the floor, again. He tried to get up, but the muscles were sprained. He limped over to a seat, and sat down, just as the local police arrived.

  The proprietor made it clear that Brett and Kady had been accosted by the now obviously drunken Scott, who was stupidly trying to explain just why Kady was such a bitch, and Brett the world’s largest asshole.

  The cops cuffed him and took him out to their patrol car. He kept up his belligerent attitude until one of the policemen, tired of his nonsense, tased him to the ground.

  The police threw Scott into a squad car and drove away.

  Breathing a bit hard, Brett sat on the sidelines, Kady holding tight to him.

  She had managed to maneuver herself so she was sitting on his lap, insisting to him that the broken chair left nowhere else for her to sit. She was hugging tight to his strong neck, his shoulder muscles rippling when he moved to position her more comfortably.

  He had been fine during the fight, but as soon as Kady sat on his lap, he was sporting a truly remarkable erection.

  Kady’s squirming on it was not helping out a bit. And, she seemed determined to keep at it until he came in his pants!

  Kady was on fire. Brett’s victory had lit the match, and her own passions had begun to mount. She looked at him like a lion eying a raw zebra steak. Her own eyes smoldered with urgent passion, each moment was an effort to avoid just ripping his clothes off and shoving his giant dick into her hungry mouth.

  Her loins were wet and ached for Brett’s massive cock to invade her. She was gasping at each small movement as she pushed against him.

  They were saved by the owner coming up to them, insisting that their meals and drinks were on the house, as were their next three visits. He was embarrassed beyond belief and honestly hurt that this unfortunate incident had happened to two of his most beloved customers.

  Brett assured him that it had nothing to do with him, and offered to pay for the damages. The owner looked appalled and shocked and made some gestures to his major demo.

  The next thing they knew, Brett and Kady were escorted into a black limousine, with the darkest tint ever imaginable. They sat in the luxurious cabin, surrounded by opulence and every known convenience. There were large screen monitors, showing both the exterior of the limo, a real-time GPS map and a menu for selecting drinks and snacks.

  Brett and Kady, knowing that each of them was beginning to admit their feelings for the other, stared at their reflections in the dark-tinted windows. They were not sure what was happening.

  As the vehicle maneuvered through the darkening streets, they worried that they had maybe been kidnaped. Their cell phone signals were being blocked. They had not been able to call their parents or friends as everything had happened so rapidly after the altercation with Scott.

  Now, they exchanged worried whispers with one another. Brett pushed the intercom button, and the driver asked if they needed anything.

  Brett asked where they were going.

  After a few more minutes of conversing with the driver over the private intercom, they knew that they were being whisked away to a private manse. When they arrived, they would discover a world where there were neither limits nor restrictions on personal behavior and responsibility. Their very personal adventure had begun!

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  Chapter Eight

  Sarah Ghent awoke to the familiar sensation of a rising orgasm. Her husband, the magnificent Ted Ghent, of Ghent, International, Inc. was busily tonguing her most intimate parts. Almost every morning since their marriage, she was awakened by her leonine lover. The man was incredible! She marveled both at this phenomenal sexual drive, and his spectacular technique. As she climaxed, she grabbed hold of his head, pushing him deeper into her pulsing loins.

  Since Ted had stepped aside from actively managing Ghent International, Inc. shortly after they had wed, the couple had found themselves migrating towards a life of relaxed luxury. They were wealthy, each having brought successful businesses to the marriage. Sarah still had a hand in her architectural firm, but her two Directors were so competent that her direct involvement was seldom needed. She had long ago made clear she trusted their judgment regarding the details of the many construction deals in which her firm engaged. If a thorny issue arose, she would fly in and smooth any ruffled feathers, assuring her clients that all would be made right. That she had only needed to do this twice in eight years was a testament to her good intuitions about whom she had hired and placed in those positions.

  Ted had managed to move to a spooning position and was rubbing her with that particular motion he had. Her breasts rose and fell, more and more rapidly, as her breathing quickened. She bent back her head, to kiss him. She was mindful of the possibility of morning breath, but Ted kissed her passionately. She could taste herself on his tongue, and that sent her again rocketing over the edge of climax. Her scent was all over his slightly bewhiskered face, and his own musky odor filled her senses. Ted rubbed her vigorously, teasing out wave after wave of pleasure so intense; she rolled her eyes back and fell unconscious momentarily.

  When she had come back to the land of the living, her beloved husband had moved her onto her back and mounted her. He was used to her fainting. She had assured him, many times, that she was quite fit, and that she rarely swooned during sex. He took it as a personal challenge to try to take her over that precipice, because she had confessed that not only were the orgasms the best she ever experienced, but she secretly fantasized that it was her last moments alive. This dark side to her added a bit of naughty spice to their lovemaking.

  Ted could be as gentle, or as rough as she desired. This morning, he had slowly fingered her while she slept. Her body responded unconsciously, her hips gyrating and pushing her onto his fingers. Her wetness coated his hand, and he would rub the slick fingertips over her lips, watching as she would suckle on each one. She would occasionally moan, or purr or make some other noise that alerted him that she was immensely enjoying their lovemaking. Moving from her mouth to her most inner secret places, he felt himself becoming aroused. His erection pressed against her backside, firmly entrenched in her buttock crack. He slid it up and down, not entering her, just relishing the feeling and smoothness.

  Ted grasped his manhood and pushed it slowly into her as she rocked against him. Then, he withdrew it, stroking it to coat his hand more thoroughly with the spicy juices from her warm, moist folds. Sarah had a beautiful bush, trimmed and curly, with only a bit of gray peeking through. Ted liked to roam in that scented foliage, grazing and licking at her inner parts. She responded by pushing even harder against his probing tongue, thrusting her pelvis in rhythm with his ardently plunging fingers. Soon, she reached a climax, drenching his face and moaning out loud as he sucked and licked at her clitoris. She bucked and grabbed his head, again forcing him deeper into her hot labial folds.

  Sarah did a neat move, which allowed her to get close to Ted’s throbbing manhood. She grasped it, sleepily, eyeing it and stroking it lightly with her manicured fingernails. She scratched under his testicles, rubbing at the base of his member and then flicked her tongue across the crown. She loved the taste of his pre-cum, mixing with her own essence. She opened her mouth to allow Ted full access to her hungry throat.

  Ted grasped Sarah’s bottom and rolled her over so as to tongue her ass. She had at first thought this a bit unusual, but the sensations quickly overwhelmed her, and she had relented. Eventually, she knew just when Ted would want to engage her in that manner, and she would anticipate the best timing to give him the most pleasure. She noticed that if she would stroke and lick him, he would want to flip her into position, and then stick his tongue lustily in her bottom. If she then would fellate him, he would quickly climax.

  This time, she had timed it perfectly! She engulfed his cock with her warm, moist lips, already salty from her own juice and his pre-cum. Ted was sucking hard on her ass, and wrapped his legs around her head, gripping h
er head tightly while fucking her mouth. Sarah loved Ted to skull-fuck her like this, his hardness rubbing in and out of her eager lips, her saliva and his come making her heady and filling her totally. She opened her mouth wider as she fought to take all of him inside, sucking him deep into her throat. She had no gag reflex, of which she was aware, and his cock slid in and out in a forceful thrusting so that she wound up bobbing on it. She deep-throated her lover, grabbing his ass and ramming his pulsating cock deep into her, squeezing it with her throat and mouth, to speed up his inevitable climax.

  Ted had his tongue deep into her now, and she could feel the twitching in his strong leg muscles that heralded his release. She sucked with renewed vigor as he came; shooting massive, ropy jets of semen that coated her mouth and then down into her stomach. She reeled back for a moment, as the endless stream continued to cover her face and hair. She lapped it up, smearing it on her face and lips, feeling it trickle down her throat.

  Some mornings, she would lie there afterward and massage his issue all over her face, especially her laugh lines. When he had first seen her do it, it aroused him so much he jerked off and exploded all over her face, letting her smear it on her skin. “Mother Nature’s Moisturizer” is what they had called it since. This was going to be one of those mornings, she thought to herself.

  Ted came around and kissed her, letting her suck on his tongue. She licked along its side, and sucked at the tip, then let him kiss her deeply. She could feel it moving all inside her mouth, making her hot once again. She came, feeling her nipples harden and her clit throbbing as he massaged her with his hands.

  Then, she nestled on his chest, smiling as she nuzzled and buried her head back into his hairy warmth. She felt contented, her body pulsing as the passion faded, her nose and mouth smelling and tasting their shared love. Ted brought the silk sheets up to cover them both. He glanced at the clock, saw it was only seven thirty, and noted that they had better be sure to get up by ten. He pushed the snooze alarm and leaned back into the pillows.

  Soon, she had fallen asleep again. She dozed, dreaming of their courtship.

  In her sleep, Sarah smiled with pleasure, remembering how hesitant they had been to begin their first time together.

  They had sworn celibacy in the months leading up to their wedding, but that memorable night was when the kid gloves had come off for them both. They had petted and kissed and fondled, of course, during their self-imposed denial during their short courtship. Once, she had even given him some playful squeezes and was about to go down on him, when he stopped her.

  “Not yet, sweetness,” he had said. Her need was so great, but she stopped. They continued to snuggle and she kissed him as hard as she dared. He was obviously trying manfully to hide his enormous erection and was failing. She giggled and ended up squirming on his lap so much they both came from the friction.

  “Oh, my! What a mess!” she had exclaimed. She excused herself to go to the washroom and came back with some warm, wet towels and a dry fluff with which they discreetly cleaned up.

  “I am getting a bit eager to toss our ‘arrangement’ overboard,” said Ted. His slacks were still damp, and he seemed only slightly put off by the entire thing.

  “Well, it was kind of your idea, Mr. Smarty-Pants!” she teased. She stuck out her tongue at him, only to find it covered by his warm mouth.

  “Here we go again,” she thought as they devoured each other’s lips.

  When the wedding night had finally arrived, she was thankful she had followed his lead.

  Ted was a fit and hale man, who exercised daily, and was one of those lucky men whose physical stamina was well above the norm. It had helped propel him to financial success, as he fought on the tennis court and the board room. He was imposing, and devastatingly handsome.

  His first wife, Marcy, had learned the hard way that his bad-boy tendencies couldn’t be quashed. Although she was an excellent wife and mother, she lost him to one of his administrative assistants. Having weathered a fair amount of marital transgressions, she finally could no longer turn a blind eye to Ted’s peccadillos. She asked for and got a divorce, sharing custody of their only son, Brett.

  Marcy had moved on, and the secretary, Betty, had ended up as the second Mrs. Ted Ghent. But not for long…

  Betty didn’t exactly loathe Brett, but she didn’t really care about him at all. Ted noticed this, and came to the realization that he had not made the most practical of decisions regarding what was best for his son. After some consideration, he divorced Betty. She had not grown close to Brett at all, and would bask in Ted’s wealthy shadow instead of being a true help-mate or partner as had Marcy. Betty was outraged and angry, but her divorce settlement and the finding of a new wealthy boyfriend alleviated her angst within a few months.

  Betty and Ted were able to remain civil, but not outright friendly. In private, Ted would joke that his divorce from Betty, although very expensive, was worth every penny. The shortness of that marriage had weighed upon Ted for a while. But, he moved on, throwing himself into growing Ghent International, Inc. into a major player in the construction software industry.

  All this time, Marcy cared for and raised Brett well. He succeeded in sports and letters and was always achieving awards for his prowess in athletics and erudition.

  During an especially grueling business convention, Ted and Sarah had met.

  She remembered him chasing her across the convention center as she was leaving, to ask her out to dinner. She had agreed. Not trusting herself, she had been in the process of exiting the area because of her strong initial feelings towards him when he had caught up with her. It took her a moment to mentally compose herself and accept the invitation. She was unusually aroused by the man. She told herself she needed to be careful.

  Later that evening, she made a bad joke, writing on the back of one of her business cards “I like the sound of Mrs. Sarah Ghent, don’t you, Ted?”

  When he totally ignored her card, she was mortified.

  She cried herself to sleep that night and the next. She was sure he was going to have a laugh at her expense, showing the card to all his partners forever.

  His frantic phone call three days later only confirmed that he had fallen madly and deeply in love with her.

  Shocked by his admission, and her intense emotions, they had agreed to start dating. A tacit agreement to avoid sexual activities was made. Neither one was capable of making decisions about their relationship in such a state of arousal, so they had decided to just play it slow, to see how things went.

  Within only a few months, where they introduced their respective children to each other, they had decided to tie the knot. Kady, Sarah’s daughter, was initially delighted. By the time of the wedding, something had changed, and Kady had fled the altar, where she was in the bridal party. She later apologized for her behavior, admitting to being overwhelmed by all the emotional energy.

  Brett took it all in stride and went on to found “Pecker,” a social-media company that sent out “pecks” as a form of rapid marketing and communications. On the strength of the idea, and the infusion of some venture capital, Brett had become a billionaire.

  The sheer intense shock surrounding this event staggered their family.

  Sarah and Ted found that they had become a bit eclipsed by the tremendous amount of wealth to which her stepson now had access. Brett and Ted had many long and profound conversations about how best to handle this sudden success. Ted had worked for decades to make his millions and was certainly no stranger to luxurious living standards. Sarah was one of the famed Markland people, whose money went back to Plymouth Rock. The two of them never wanted for much, but Brett’s fortunes made all of their life-long efforts seem insignificant.

  Brett was not foolish and sought counsel from Ted routinely. Ted was a bit out of his depth but had enough sense to call in some advisors. One of these was his new President and CEO of Ghent, International, Inc.

  Martin Freiberg was a dedicated and loyal employee, who
had been with Ted almost since the beginning. He was level-headed and had managed to extricate Ted from a few sticky situations over the years. He had been the second voice at Ghent for over fifteen years, managing the business details as Ted grew relationships and contacts. When Ted had met Sarah, Martin saw where it would end up before they did. He kept his own counsel, though, and wisely cleared Ted’s calendar for a week when he discovered that Ted had followed up on Sarah’s ‘joke’ card.

  Martin thought that maybe Sarah would finally be able to get Ted to settle down. After the wedding, he was groomed by Ted to take over, first as President, and eventually as CEO. Ted had become less of a day to day administrator, and more a figurehead. He still had the main say in strategy, but Sarah occupied much of his time. Martin was pleased his friend and mentor had found such happiness in his life.

  He was a bit surprised to find Ted asking him about trusts, estate planning, and private banking one morning. When pressed, Ted set up an appointment after the close of business. They agreed to meet at their favorite watering hole, at six in the evening.

  When he arrived, Martin saw Ted impatiently tapping his toes at one of the tables. He went inside and sat down, just as Ted stood up.

  They shook hands and then sat down. Ted had ordered only a glass of water.

  “What’s up, Ted?” asked Martin.

  “Well, you know about ‘Pecker,’ Martin,” said Ted. He looked around a bit as if searching the room for someone.

  “Yes, it seemed to be set up for an IPO sometime this week, if I recall,” said Martin.

  “Brett stands to make some money.”

  “Martin, can I swear you to secrecy?” Ted asked. “You can’t tell ANYONE what I am going to tell you, nor act upon it, OK? It will really fuck things up royally.”

  “OK, you have my word, Ted. What is this big revelation?” asked Martin.