Brother's Best Friend's Package

by Cassandra Bloom

  Mischievous excitement sent Abbie's blood singing. What if Malcolm was upstairs right now? What if he was lying on his bed with a raging hard-on? What if Abbie walked in and climbed on top of him? What if she rode him to glorious rapture all over again? What if he grabbed her by the back of the head and sprayed his seedy mixture up into her?

  Her pussy oozed open, and her lips dripped into her panties. She could just steal up there and find out. She eased up the stairs to the upper level and down the hall to his door. Her heart sank when she found the door open. The room was pitch dark and the bed neatly made. No Malcolm, no hard-on, no glorious rapture.

  Abbie wandered over to the big windows and watched the city lights for a while. Where was he? Was he out there somewhere right now? Was he dreaming of her the way she dreamed of him?

  She turned around and surveyed the bathroom suite. It sure was a nice bathroom. She wouldn't mind enjoying it, just once. Her pussy and ass could use it right about now. She turned on the tub water and checked the temperature. She rested on the bed while she waited for the tub to fill. She left one bedside lamp burning so the bathroom remained in darkness. Only the city lights glistened on the churning water.

  Just then, footsteps approached along the hall and Malcolm turned into the bedroom. He smiled at Abbie and the filling bathtub. “I thought I'd find you up here. Taking a midnight soak?”

  Abbie nodded. “I need it. Where have you been?”

  “I went out for a drive in town.” He sat down next to her. “I took Trina to the airport.”

  Abbie gasped. “You what?”

  He sat down on the bed next to her. “She told me everything. She told me all about what happened, and how she never learned to read. She went back to her mother's, but she says she's going to tell her mother the truth, too. She's going to work to learn to read so she can get back into school.” He took her hand. “I don't know what you did, but you did it. You got through to her. She thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread.”

  Abbie hung her head. “I wish she hadn't left. She was doing so well this afternoon.”

  “She's ready to go ahead on her own. She's ready to face this and beat it. Her mother and I will work with her and get her back into school.” His voice cracked. “She's happier than I've seen her in years. You did it. You gave me my little girl back.”

  She put out her arms to fold him in a tight embrace. “I was only doing my job. She deserves so much better than to sit on the couch playing games all day, but if she's gone home to her mother's, you don't need me anymore. I don't have to work here as your nanny anymore.”

  “You won't be Trina's nanny anymore, but I need you more than ever, Abbie.” He kissed her hand. “Don't you see? Now that you're not working for me, there's nothing to stop us being together for real. You can stay here with me. You don't ever have to leave. You can stay in this room and make your home here—with me.”

  Abbie caught her breath. “Are you serious? You really want me to stay?”

  “I never wanted anything more in my life.” He touched a tear from the corner of his eye. “I thought you came here just for me. I thought you came here as an answer to my prayers. I didn't know you came here to save Trina, too. You must be some kind of angel from heaven.”

  She met his lips in a passionate kiss. His hands grasped around her back, and he pulled her toward him on the bed. Her swollen genitals raked the duvet and excited her to panting quivering wetness.

  His tongue unfurled in her mouth, and their lips smacked in luscious infatuation. Abbie couldn't stop herself from responding. Her cunt ached, and her body buzzed in delicious lust. His hand fell on her knee and probed up her thighs to her tortured slit. She bucked against his hand, and her pussy leaked into her pants.

  He purred into her mouth. “How about a bath?”

  She moaned in deep delight, and he went to work undressing her. He slid her shirt over her shoulders and her pants down to her ankles. He held them open while she stepped out. He stroked up and down her ivory thighs and nuzzled his face into her saturated panties. Her legs creaked open with an agonizing groan.

  He came back up to worship her glorious tits. He left them cradled in her lacy yellow bra and heaved their hefty handfuls in his big paws. His heat melted her resistance. She surged into his hands and moaned in delight.

  He left her bra and panties on and led her by the hand to the waiting tub. He turned off the water and checked the temperature. He stood back and undressed while she panted in breathless anticipation. His naked bulk towered over her, and his prick stuck straight out to discover her.

  He stepped down into the tub, and the jets roiled the water around his legs. He splashed the steamy water on his thighs, and it evaporated on his blistering shaft. His chest bulged with muscle, and his piercing gaze set Abbie's blood on fire. He took her hand and drew her to the water's edge. His head came up to her chest. He nuzzled in close to kiss her, and she mewed in sweet desire. Her whole body quaked in open hunger for him.

  He slipped his hands down her ass to glide her panties down, and he unhooked her bra to free her tits from their confines. He pulled her down into the water with him, and she sank onto his lap in the swirling brew. The water lapped around her breasts and stung her fragile cunt. All those sensations stirred her to fresh devouring hunger for him, for everything this new life could offer her.

  His arms closed around her, and he positioned her over his hips. Her legs circled his hips, and his prick slipped between her engorged lips. She moaned against his mouth. Her breasts floated on the water to bump his granite chest.

  He swayed her back and forth through the rumbling water. His lips sparked her drunken desires, and the water washed her away into dreamy mists of contentment and fulfillment. He lowered his face into the water to nibble her nipples to burning torment. He cupped her ass to rock her hips against his wicked jackhammer. His fingers slithered around behind to distract her darkest hole.

  That most forbidden ecstasy blasted her apart into tempests of primal orgasm. She crushed her clit against his manhood. Her head lolled back, and her loud screams of climactic release broke free. She didn't have to worry about Trina or anybody else hearing her. Her voice echoed against the ceiling and out to sea.

  He called out over the noise, “Come on, baby. That's it. Let me hear you cum. God, you are so fucking hot. Come on, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so damn hard.”

  She never had a chance to come down from that peak before he caught her in his commanding grip. He floated her around and sat her down on his lap facing away from him. She seethed in sighing delirium. He closed his arms around her stomach and took control of her hips. His rod dug between her legs and jabbed her opening.

  He didn't enter her, though. He cupped one hand around her pussy and lifted her on the water's bubbling current. His finger's dove between her legs, and one fat finger came up inside her quivering box. Abbie whined in blessed pleasure, but he didn't stop there. He pumped his fingers deep into her hole until she copied his rhythm. She humped his hand to bring herself back to fainting bliss.

  His cock stabbed her clit, and her destruction reached its peak. She grabbed his meaty forearm for support. The waves tossed her sideways and back and forth. They never let her come down until, all at once, he lifted her higher with his hand underneath her and sat her down hard on his upthrusting spike.

  She froze in tense confusion, but he knew exactly what he was doing. He drove his iron tool into her ass, even as his fingers titillated her to the most profound climaxes of her life. He buried his rod in her tightest hole and pumped her full of his smoking meat.

  She supported her heavy head with one hand. How could she stand this? How could he do this to her? How could he split her apart like this and keep her suspended in the heavens with his insistent fingering at the same time?

  She sensed the tight intrusion, but her mind wouldn't register pain or discomfort. His fingers inside her, his powerful palm against her clit, his hips slapping against her rounded
ass to splash the water out of the tub—all those sensations mingled with the impossible tightness to create the perfect storm of erotic cataclysm and explosive ecstasy. He filled her so full nothing remained but to ride him.

  He jostled her up and back against his tormenting piston. Her tits flapped in the boiling water until he caught one and nagged the nipple alert. “Does that turn you on? Is that dirty the way you like it?”

  “Oh, God! Oh, sweet Jesus! Oh, my God, that is so tight. Oh, don’t! Oh! I can’t. Oh, please.”

  “Beg for it, baby. Beg like you want it.”

  Her head teetered on her neck. She couldn’t think. She could feel nothing but him filling her to the very limit. She couldn’t stand it, but she couldn’t get away. She wanted nothing but to collapse into his hands, to take his plunging cock inside her and never let it go.

  His fingers clamped down hard on her nipple. A spasm of pain scorched down her belly to his other hand bumping her aching box. The water swallowed her gushing squirts of blissful rapture, but the sugar syrup soothed his passage into her deepest caverns. He crushed her in his monstrous grip, and his cum foamed into her welcoming receptacle.

  He hugged her tight against his chest, but his rocking penetrations against her ass dangled her on the most intoxicating waves she ever knew. She embraced him with her muscles to hold him there just a little longer. She heaved and moaned in his arms. She would never let him go.

  His lips grazed her neck and lit the rising fire. She rotated her hips to catch him and excite him to fresh gusts of volcanic passion. His teeth sank into her skin, and they galloped away into the velvet dawn rising to take them home.

  THE END

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  CEO’s Christmas Party

  Chapter 1

  Ruby Dunroy swept into the dining hall at Mackenzie Castle for the Archer Enterprises annual Christmas party. She cast her eyes around the room and waved to her friend Clarice across the buffet table. Ruby squeezed her boyfriend Tom's arm and took a deep breath. “This is it.”

  Tom pressed her hand tighter. “You look magnificent, sweetheart. You'll really knock 'em out with that gown.”

  The robin's-egg blue satin shimmered against Ruby's skin. It set off her curves at accentuated her full bust. It surrounded her in an envelope of heady confidence she never experienced in her business suit. Just for one night out of the year, she could be a royal princess. Every eye gravitated toward her in stunned awe.

  Well, not really, but at least Clarice noticed. Tom unfolded her hand from his elbow and steered her into the room. “You go ahead and talk to your friends. Just don't forget I have to leave by ten-thirty.”

  “Don't worry. I won't make you late.”

  He kissed her knuckles, and Ruby glided across the floor into the sea of voices. Chandeliers shone overhead, and delicate harp music lilted amidst the murmured conversation. Clusters of friends and coworkers mingled here and there.

  Ruby took a glass of champagne from the tuxedoed waiter's tray. She hurried over to Clarice, and the two young women gave each other a quick hug. Clarice held her at arm's length. “You look amazing! Where did you find that gown?”

  Ruby twirled in a circle and ended with a curtsy. “You won't believe it. I found it at a second-hand store. Isn't it delicious? I've been hiding it in my closet since March.”

  “It matches your eyes perfectly. I feel so underdressed standing next to you.”

  Ruby surveyed Clarice's white chiffon. “You look great, too. You look like an angel on top of the tree.”

  Clarice smacked her lips. “Oh, perfect. Just what I need—a sharp stick up my ass.”

  Ruby dissolved in giggles. “Who else is here from the HR department?”

  Clarice waved her hand toward the room. “Angela Donaldson and Christa Murchison are cruising the bathrooms in search of the perfect eye shadow, and Marsha Barkley and Caroline Sotherby are camped out over by the punch bowl plotting to take over the world.”

  Ruby scanned the party with a critical eye. “And I see Charlie Montgomery from the Engineering department hitting on Rita Pomperoy as usual. I guess some things never change.”

  Clarice turned back to the buffet table. “Forget about them. We're here to have a good time, and I see you hitting the champagne early. That's good. Have some of this crab dip. It's scrumptious.”

  “I'm not hungry, and I better tell you I have to leave by ten-thirty.”

  Clarice gasped. “What for? That's not even two hours. That doesn't give us any time at all to get into trouble.”

  “I know, but Tom has to work tonight, so whatever drunken mischief you have planned, we better get started now.”

  Clarice threw up her hands. “You are such a killjoy. Come on. I want to find Peter Roslin from accounting. I've had my eye on him for months, and tonight's the night.”

  “You don't need me for that. You better....” The words died on Ruby's lips and she stared across the hall toward the entrance.

  Clarice followed her gaze to see what made her stop talking, and a sudden intake of air hissed through her teeth.

  The double doors swung open, and a crowd of people flooded into the room. One tall man in a crisp black tuxedo strode through the doors. His bright black eyes scanned the party and he laughed over his shoulder at something someone said behind him.

  A dozen magnificent women surrounded him on all sides. Two hung on his arms, a cluster hovered in front of him and hurried through the doors to get out of his way. Another bunch of glittering admirers followed. Laughter and excited voices clouded around the man. He barreled into the room and headed straight for the bar. In two seconds, he seated himself on a stool and shouted orders to the bartender. The women fluttered around him like sequined butterflies.

  Ruby looked him up and down. His sturdy shoulders filled out his suit, and his muscular biceps stretched the sleeves when he put his arm around one of the women. Salt and pepper tinged the hair around his temples, but his dark eyes shone with magnetic fire. Another woman leaned close to whisper something in his ear. He circled her waist with one powerful arm and kissed her on the lips before returning to the flurry of conversation firing all around him.

  Drinks, laughter, and excitement created a halo of energy all around him. His eyes danced around the hall. Every face turned toward his irresistible center. His eye touched Ruby before one of his admirers stepped between them to block his view.

  Clarice growled in Ruby's ear. “Oh, great. Just what we need to spoil the party.”

  Ruby snapped out of her trance. “You didn't really expect him to stay away from his own party, did you? He's the CEO.”

  Clarice waved her hand up and down. “Yeah, but look at him. Why does he have to flaunt his slutty girlfriends in front of the whole company?”

  Ruby would give anything to turn away in righteous disapproval, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene. “They're hardly sluts. Look, there's Priscilla Connor. She's Archer Enterprises' wealthiest client, and she's married.”

  “Then what's she doing sticking her tongue in his ear? I guess you're gonna tell me next that's her way of renegotiating her contract.” Clarice ended with a snort of laughter.

  That made Ruby turn away at last. “You can think what you want about Chad Archer, but he knows how to run a business. He's built this company up to multi-billion dollar profits. He didn't do that by playing it safe. If he can't flaunt his success, what's the point?”

  Clarice grumbled something about propriety, like she ever cared about that. She towed Ruby away from the buffet table at last, and they wandered in the direction of the punch. Clarice found her friend Tanya from accounting who told her all about Peter Roslin's activities, but that prize of mathematical wizardry never showed up in person.

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nbsp; While Clarice and Tanya gabbed about people they knew, Ruby shifted from foot to foot. She looked around the dining hall, but she refused to look toward the bar again. She didn't want to see Chad Archer and his entourage. She couldn't get the image of Priscilla Connor sticking her tongue into his ear out of her head. His lips dragged across his admirer's mouth when they kissed, and his meaty hand caressed around her hips when she turned away.

  Why did Chad Archer have to be so infuriating? Couldn't he make a subdued entrance like any billionaire CEO? He had to show off his conquests, especially to his staff.

  Ruby kicked herself for even thinking about him. Of course, he would never take any notice of a lowly HR assistant like her. Still, she couldn't stop herself getting sucked into the dynamic tumult of excitement and energy surrounding him. He carried this thrilling charge wherever he went.

  If he walked into HR, even without dozens of beautiful billionairesses hanging on his arms, he sent the place into a whirlwind of excitement. Even dowager managers like Marsha Barkley and Caroline Sotherby rushed to his side and batted their eyelashes at him. They talked faster and raced around to fulfill his ever whim.

  Clarice pretended to hate him, too, but Ruby knew lots of people in the company who worshiped the ground Chad Archer walked on. Even men caved under his dominating authority and admired him. No one could resist his attraction. His success, his confidence, his sheer audacity made everyone respect him and want to be like him.

  Clarice laid a hand on Ruby's arm. “We're going to listen to the harp. Do you want to come?”

  Ruby shrugged. “You go ahead. I think I need another drink.”

  She didn't really need another drink. She hadn't touched her first, but what kind of Christmas party could this turn out to be when the best entertainment they could find was listening to a harp? She could listen to it very well from where she was.