“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I say.
“I know,” she whispers, her eyes wide as if he can’t believe we’re doing this, but so full of lust that it’s clear she doesn’t want me to stop.
Good.
I can smell her. The sweet scent drives me crazy. I slide my fingers up and down her slit. She jerks whenever I slide over her clit, and it’s all I can do not to drive my cock into her, balls deep, right this fucking second.
She reaches for my jeans and tugs at the buckle, managing to undo it with one hand. When she has my pants undone, she pulls them open and pulls down my boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. She pulls me free from my underwear to have easier access and slides her hand down and back up.
I lean over and kiss her again. My tongue slides into her mouth, and she kisses me back. Her hand slides up and down my cock, and she’s making it hard for me to concentrate on what I’m doing to her. I slide my hand down and push a finger into her. She gasps against my lips.
I pump my finger in and out of her. She’s so wet, I slip in and out with ease. After a few strokes, I add another finger. She opens her legs wider to give me more access, and I pump my hand faster, sliding my fingers in and out of her.
Her hand pumps up and down faster on my cock, and it’s getting hard to think. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her fingers are fucking magic. I move my hips, bucking with her as she jacks me off.
I lean my bare chest onto her, feeling her tits against my overheated skin. Her nipples are hard. I move my head to her neck and kiss and lick her, nibbling on the skin a bit.
I can feel an orgasm building slowly, my balls tightening. If I want to carry this through to actually fucking her, and God knows that’s exactly what I fucking want, she has to stop. Like right the fuck now.
“Stop, baby,” I whisper hoarsely in her ear. “You’re going to make me come before we do anything.”
She stops moving, resting her hand on my cock.
“God, I want to fuck you so badly,” I say in her ear. She rolls onto her side a little, pressing her pussy harder against my hand.
“How badly do you want me?” she asks.
I groan. “You have no idea,” I say in a throaty voice. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years.”
She gasps, and I can’t tell if it’s because of my words or what I’m doing with my fingers.
“You’re still wearing your boxers,” she says.
I stop fingering her and nod. I roll away from her and work my pants and my boxers down my legs before I kick them away. I’m naked and hard, my cock straining, eager for her.
“Tell me what you want,” I say to her.
Her blue eyes are big and boring into mine, her lips parted. She licks them with that soft pink tongue, and I swallow hard. I reach for her mouth, pressing my fingers against her lower lips. She dips her chin, taking a finger into her mouth and sucking on the tip of it. Her mouth is hot and wet around my finger, and I can just imagine her doing it to my cock.
Jesus Christ. I groan.
“Tell me what you want,” I order again. I want to hear her say it. I want her to say the words I’ve wanted to hear from her for as long as I can remember.
She lets go of my finger.
“I want you to fuck me, Keagan,” she says, her voice strong and sure. Holy hell. My name in her mouth as she tells to fuck her sounds sexy as fuck.
“God, I want you, too,” I say.
I roll onto her. Her thighs fall open for me, and I position myself between them. I press my head against her entrance.
“You’re sure?” I ask in a moment of clarity, where my conscience gets the better for me.
Shit. Why do I have to go and be all chivalrous now of all times? What if she changes her mind?
She arches her back and closes her eyes.
“Just do it, Keagan. God, you’re driving me crazy.”
Thank fuck. I grin.
“Do what?” I want to hear her say it again.
“Fuck me,” she says in a throaty voice.
I’ve waited my whole fucking life to hear her beg me to fuck her. And here it is. The moment I’ve dreamed of for as long as I’ve known what it meant to want to fuck. She’s been the one I’ve always wanted and could never have.
And she’s begging me, arching her hips toward my cock, her soaked pussy opening for me.
I smile and push my cock into her, so fucking slowly I can barely stand it. I groan as I continue to slide into her.
Fuck. She’s so wet.
She gasps and moans, her pussy clamping and massaging my cock as I fill her. Until I’m in to the hilt. Balls deep. She’s so fucking tight, it’s all I can do not to come right away.
“Fuck, Dana, you’re tight like a virgin,” I say.
She smiles at me and bites her lip in a teasing way that’s sexy as hell. “Maybe you’re just a big boy.”
There’s nothing like a woman stroking a man’s ego the way she’s doing right now. I shut my mouth and pull out so just the tip is inside her, before I push into her again. Harder this time.
She cries out. I do it again, pulling out and pushing back into her. She moans again, and I pick up my pace, pushing and pulling, thrusting harder and harder. Faster and faster.
Her tits jiggle whenever I slam into her, and her moans and gasps match my rhythm.
I fuck her harder and harder, thrusting into her before I pull out. She cries out, her moans echoing through the almost empty house.
This is like everything I’ve ever fantasized about, but a million fucking times better. Her face is orgasmic, her tits are a vision, her body is perfect, and she feels better than anything I could ever have imagined. She sure as shit feels a lot better than my hand always did when I fantasized about fucking her like this.
I pound into her like a jackhammer, and she’s moaning, and I swear I’m stuck in a goddamn dream. This is too good to be true.
Her body is pinned beneath mine. I lean forward, lying on top of her, bracing my weight with my elbows on either side of her head. I feel her tits press against my chest. Her breath is hard and rhythmic in my ear, in time with our fucking. I take her earlobe between my teeth, and she shudders beneath me.
“Keagan,” she says in a breathy voice, and I smile.
It’s not a scream, but my name is on her lips and she sounds like a fucking angel. I’ve fantasized about this countless nights on end, my fingers wrapped around my own dick, coming so fucking hard at the mere thought.
Now that it’s happening, it takes everything just to hold back my own orgasm. I want to come, to fill her up with my hot, milky cream.
I push up again, making space between us. I glance down at her tits before looking at my cock entering her and pulling out again. I’m slick with her juices, and the sight of her hips splayed out for me is fucking unreal.
I balance on one arm, pulling my knee up a bit to keep my balance as I keep thrusting and slide my hands between our merging bodies. I find her clit with my thumb. When I do, she gasps, and her eyes shoot open, finding mine.
I rub her clit in circles as best I can. My rhythm is a little frantic because of me pumping into her, needing to feel her come, her pussy clench around my cock. She opens her mouth, and she’s gasping and moaning, so I’m doing something right.
She’s moving closer and closer to the edge. I can see it by the way her eyes roll back in her head. Her lips are parted, and she’s moaning and whimpering louder now. My name is on her lips again, and it’s enough to push me over the edge as well.
I don’t, though. I’m proud my self-control. I want to keep fucking her as long as I can. I want my cock buried deep inside her for fucking ever.
Dana’s hands are on my shoulders, and she slides one had up to my neck and then my cheeks. She touches my face; her eyes are on mine, and I’m struggling to read the expression on her face. Other than pure erotic bliss, of course.
She licks her lips and swallows before she opens her mouth again, continuing
to breathe hard. I slow my pace right down, letting her focus on what I’m doing to her clit.
She produces a throaty groan, and I feel her walls twitch, a precursor to an orgasm where her body will clench down on mine and milk my cock for all it’s worth.
I torture her for a while, slowly moving in and out of her body, drawing circles around her clit, pushing her to the limit. The change in pace allows me to gain control over my own orgasm as well.
Dana moves her hands onto my chest and feels my pecs. I work out every morning, and I know I have the body of a fucking model. I know that I look good.
She bites her lip again, and I grin. Her hands slide down my abs and onto my ribs, and I flinch. She slides her hands onto my back and pulls against me. Her legs wrap around my hips.
She wants more. She wants me to pick up my pace, to ram into her again, harder and harder. Her eagerness is intoxicating.
And who am I to say no?
I let go of her clit and pick up my pace again, pumping into her. My hips pound against her, burying my cock inside her wetness again and again.
My balls slap against her ass, and the sound of our sex fills the room, providing the soundtrack for the night.
Chapter 6
Dana
Keagan is better than anyone I’ve ever had. Maybe it’s because of the thrill and the danger of it all. Fucking your stepbrother is supposed to be taboo. But I liked him before my parents met, and apparently, he’s felt the same way all this time.
Or, judging by the way he came onto me, kissing me and instigating sex like it’s all he thinks about, it’s been on his mind even more than on mine.
I’m not complaining. In fact, I can’t even think straight enough to wonder about what we’re doing and why. I’m lost in the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of me. His grunts and my moans fill the room in harmony to the slick sound of our sex and the slapping sound of him hammering into me.
He’s stroking me in all the right places. His cock slides pasts my G-spot again and again, pushing me into a state of bliss. With his thumb, he’s working magic on my clit. The orgasm he’s building deep inside of me tightens my core. The pending ecstasy has my body jerking and spasming already.
I’m aching for a release, lust overpowering me as Keagan plows into me. All I can think about is that I want him to come inside of me. Some animalistic part of me wants him to claim me.
He keeps it up on my clit, his thumb rocking back and forth in the little space he has between his pubic bone and mine. Keagan’s fingers are rough, despite a job that’s not physical, and the friction is driving me crazy.
My breathing comes harder and faster, interrupted when I spasm a little and my breath hitches in my throat. I keep my eyes closed most of the time, getting lost in the bliss of our sex. When I open my eyes, Keagan’s blue eyes are on mine. He’s watching my face, and he has a look of satisfaction on his features.
“You’re so hot,” he says. I can’t concentrate on formulating a response. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”
I nod. Keagan keeps at it, pushing into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Slowly, the orgasm builds. My muscles clench, my body goes numb in all the right places, and my skin is on fire. Keagan leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth, letting him enter me with his tongue again. He tastes like pure pleasure. He licks my lips with the tip of his tongue and plants feather light kisses on my mouth.
I moan. I want to orgasm. I need that release.
Keagan removes his hand, and I look at him. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to push me over the edge so I can fall into the abyss. I want him to keep at it until I fall apart beneath.
Keagan stops pounding and pulls slowly out of me. My pussy throbs. I want him back.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
I arch my back, slide my hands over my abdomen and down toward my hips. My body needs the release. My need is so bad it hurts.
“Get on top of me,” Keagan commands and rolls off me, lying on his back next to me.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I roll over and throw my leg over him, straddling him. I lean forward so my breasts are in his face, and he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. I lower my hips and press my pussy onto his shaft. He’s thick and long. I wiggle my hips so that he’s lying along my slit. I move up and down, rubbing my clit against him.
The movement pulls my nipple out of his mouth, and Keagan groans, his hands finding my breasts. He pinches both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugs at them. The pain is a good kind of pain.
“Are you trying to torture me?” he asks.
I smile and nod, keeping up my rocking. I slid up and down his cock. The friction on my clit sends shivers up my spine.
I’m torturing him, but I can’t hold it much longer, either. I want him back inside of me, and now I’m in charge. I reach down, press his cock up with my fingers, and position my entrance over him. When I sit down on him, he slides into me, and we both moan in unison.
From this angle, Keagan feels even bigger, and I move a little to adjust to his size. I rock my hips a little, getting a feel for him. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me, pushing and pulling.
I lift my ass off him a little and move back and forth so that I’m sliding him in and out of me. Keagan’s mouth is open, his breathing hard. I pick up my pace, moving my hips back and forth, fucking him.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Keagan says in a breathy voice. “Fuck me harder.”
I do what he says. I buck my hips harder, fucking his cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and he moans.
“If you keep it up, I’m going to come,” he says.
“That’s what I want,” I answer.
I sit down on him again so he reaches as far into me as his size allows. I move my hips back and forth, riding him. My knees chafe on the carpet, the skin getting hot and sensitive, but I don’t care.
I want him to come. I want him to come because of me. My breasts jiggle back and forth. Keagan isn’t holding on to them anymore, and they swing freely. The friction, the rocking, the fucking, all turns into a primal rhythm, and I let it take over.
I move faster, watching Keagan’s face, reading his expressions. I can tell when he’s close, and when that happens, I back down. I slow down my pace, stroking him, moving up and down his shaft painfully slow, until he moans in protest, and I’m on the verge of losing control again. Then I pick up the pace, rocking harder and faster, letting my body take over. When that happens, I brace my hands on Keagan’s chest and let my body do what it was made to do.
I lean forward, leaning my breasts on Keagan’s chest and move my torso while I’m bucking my hips, dragging my breasts and erect nipples across Keagan’s chest. I know he can feel me. When I stop, I nuzzle his neck and lick circles on the skin, moving up and down toward his ear lobe. When I take his earlobe in my mouth, Keagan gasps. It’s a soft spot of his, I realize.
I spend more time on his neck, moving my hips slowly up and down, sliding him in and out, taking my time.
“You’re driving me mad,” Keagan says.
His hands are on my hips, and he’s urging me to go faster, his hands guiding me. I only fight him for a short while before my lust and his win out over my intentions to draw things out.
I sit down on him again and start rocking back and forth, riding him. Hard.
Keagan moans. His eyes are on me, moving between my eyes and my nipples. His pupils are so dilated, his irises are a thin blue line around them, and he licks his lips every now and then. Keagan reaches for my swinging breasts and massages them, cups them, and pinches the nipples. I gasp.
I’ve started working up an orgasm again. My clit rubs against Keagan’s pubic bone, sending shocks of electricity through my body. My G-spot is stimulated as well, and the combination makes my body go numb again. I’m getting out of breath. I’m fit, but not that fit.
Keagan reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. His eyes are warm and
gentle, suggesting there’s more than just raw lust at play here. The idea that there might be emotion involved, infatuation perhaps, confuses me.
I can’t think about that now. I crushed on him at school, but he’s been my stepbrother for longer than he hasn’t been, and I don’t know what’s happening.
I shove my emotions away. I don’t want them to interfere with what I’m feeling, with our fucking and our orgasms and the bliss that has wrapped us into a cocoon that shields us from reality.
As soon as I focus on what our bodies are doing, on the friction on my clit and the hard cock inside me, the orgasm washes over me. I cry out and lean forward, my muscles clenching down. I can feel my walls contract around Keagan’s cock, and the feeling is intense. I curl onto his chest, unable to hold myself up, and open my mouth in a silent “O.” I squeeze my eyes shut and let the ecstasy take over.
Keagan isn’t going to let me ride this one out without doing anything. As soon as I’m on his chest, my body rigid and jerking, Keagan wraps his arms around me and starts bucking his hips, fucking me from beneath. I cry out.
His cock rams into me, hard and fast, and the orgasm intensifies even more. I’m swathed in pleasure. Keagan keeps at it, bucking beneath me, using my body to take what he needs. I let myself come undone at the seams and unravel in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, egged on by Keagan’s insistent fucking.
Keagan groans, stiffening and pulling his arms tight around me so my breasts mash against his chest. His cock is bulging inside me, and it pulsates as he releases, emptying himself out inside me. His head lifts off the floor, and he buries his face in my hair. I can feel his breath, hot on my neck.
He fills me up even more than he has before, and I can feel him pumping out come along the length of his shaft. My orgasm is over, but his release triggers echoes, and I moan in his ear. Keagan’s breath is labored, uneven, and he jerks beneath me.
Finally, when it’s over, he lets go of me enough that I can breathe again. He drops his head back onto the floor. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering against my own ribs.
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