Brother's Best Friend's Package

by Cassandra Bloom

  At the same moment, his hand closed around her ample breast. He squeezed and massaged it in his muscular fingers until she squeaked in excited agony. Her stomach contracted in wicked desire. What was he doing to her? He wasn't doing anything Tom hadn't done a thousand times, but the forbidden nature of the act excited her beyond comprehension.

  He pulled her toward him by her breast, and her body followed his directions of its own free will. She couldn't stop it. Her whole soul fell into his magnetic vortex. His hands commanded her, just as surely as his voice commanded her to get into the limo in the first place. The whole world obeyed him. She couldn't do anything different.

  His tongue pushed its way into her mouth. Her gasping breath drove her breast into his hand. He scooped her toward him with his other arm. Her back arched, and her chest rose into his grasp. His mouth prodded her lips to answer him.

  She couldn't stop the insatiable desire rushing through her into his hands. She wanted this. She wanted this more than anything. She wanted to experience this sexual moment in all its forbidden glory. She was kissing her boss in a limo on the way home from the office Christmas party. He was feeling her up and turning her on.

  Tom flickered through her mind, but not even the thought of him and his hurt feelings could stop her. The flaming desire licking between her legs wiped out everything else. Was she drunk? No, she knew exactly what she was doing. She was breaking all the rules—her own rules.

  What were they worth, anyway, those rules, if they didn't give her the life she wanted? What good were they if they didn't feed her and give her pleasure? What made her want to preserve her virginity until marriage in the first place anyway?

  She couldn't remember. She didn't want to remember right now, with his hand pawing her breasts through her gown and his other hand sliding down her back to her waist. Thinking about Tom only made her want to do it more. How many times did she fantasize about some dark, forbidden force taking her while she rode Tom's hand to screaming climax? How many times did she think about something else, some forgotten beast creeping up on her, while Tom kissed her and fingered her and ate her out?

  She let her eyes drift halfway closed and tasted champagne on Chad's breath. A hint of perfume hovered around him, mingled with his cologne. Some woman touched him and sat on his lap in that jacuzzi. Maybe he got Priscilla in a corner and hitched up her dress to lick her dripping slit before they left the party to drive away together. Maybe he sank his fingers in some other woman's crotch while someone sucked him in the men's bathroom.

  How many women had he done it with? Maybe thousands. He could get away with it. He was the dark beast, the forbidden force behind her. He was the alien monster taking her when she rolled in Tom's arms.

  Now here he was, with his tongue down her throat and his thick fingers pinching her nipple to distraction. He turned her on beyond her wildest dreams. She wanted nothing in the world but to cum right now. What would his fingers feel like inside her? What would he do to her if she gave herself to him without reservation?

  He let go of her breast, and his hand traveled down her hip to her thigh. He eased off kissing her to gaze into her eyes, but he kept his lips in contact with her mouth. His warm breath blew into her nostrils. His fingertips dragged down her thigh to her knee, and he tugged the glistening fabric up to reveal her bare skin.

  He watched her reaction as he slipped her dress up over her knees. He slid his fingertips up her thigh and pushed the dress up to her hips. He traced up and down her thigh with his bare fingers until she gasped in startled surprise.

  “Is this what you want? Do you want me to touch you like this?”

  She tried to tear her lips away from him, but he held her firm. His hand slipped down between her thighs, and her flesh embraced it up to the wrist. He inched higher, closer to that slippery slit between her legs.

  She resisted, and he hummed under his breath. “That's it. Nice and easy. Is this what you want? You can tell me to stop anytime you want to. Do you want me to stop? Does that feel good? Is that what you want?”

  She gasped out loud. She couldn't. She couldn't allow this. She had to stop it, but he kept her hypnotized with those snake eyes of his. He kept her fixed in place while he moved in on his prey. She couldn't stop him. She couldn't speak the words to say she didn't want it when she did. She did want it! She wanted it! She wanted him to touch her. She wanted those fingers sneaking higher. They melted her defenses so she couldn't pull away.

  His other hand crept around her ribs to her other breast. He pinched the nipple. “Does that turn you on? Huh? Is that what you want? You don't have to do this. You can tell me to stop. Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to touch you like this? Is this the way you like it?”

  She choked out the words. “Yes. I want it.”

  “Is this the way Tom does it? Is this the way he fingers you down there?”

  She fought for every breath. His fingertips grazed her saturated panties and vanished somewhere. She couldn't stand this. She dangled on tenterhooks. She shouldn't. She couldn't, but she had to. Every nerve screamed Yes! She had to. She had to grab this experience, just once in her life.

  In a few minutes, she would go back to her old life of sweet virginity. She would clasp Tom in her arms, and they would ride off into the sunset together. He would never find out what she'd done, and she would keep her secret for the rest of her life. She would dream about the dark monster taking her. The forbidden beast would excite her fevered fantasies, and that's as far as it would ever go.

  Chad slithered his tongue into her mouth one quick lick and retreated. He studied her from beyond the end of her nose. His eyes searched her soul while his fingers explored between her legs.

  “Do you want to spread your legs for me? Do you want me to touch your wet pussy down there?”

  She groaned in agony. She couldn't do this, but she couldn't stop her thighs yawning apart in delicious desire. His hand came to rest on her panties, and his fingertips nudged her engorged flesh. He milked the syrupy juice from her cunt.

  “Is this good, baby? Is this turning you on?”

  “Oh, God, yes!” she moaned.

  “Is this the way you want me to touch you? Do you want me to stop? I can move back over there and not touch you again if you don't want me to.”

  She cried out in tortured surprise. “Don't stop! I want it. Oh, please.”

  He settled into his seat with a satisfied sigh. One hand mauled her breast and rolled the taut nipple to a hard knob while the other crossed the last inch to her pussy lying quivery and tense inside her panties. He dug around the trim and found his way inside.

  Acres of juicy nectar swallowed his fingers into her delicious hole. He swirled her essence with languid strokes and flicked her petals apart. “Hmm, yes. That pussy is so damn wet. God, baby, you are so freakin' hot. Is that nice? Is that what makes your nice hot pussy feel good?”

  She could only pant into his mouth. Every fiber ached for this. She had to sit on those fingers until she dissolved in a screaming, sobbing mass. She collapsed into his hands. She belonged to him. He could do what he liked with her, and she could never tear herself away.

  He was just touching her, turning her on and making her moan into his mouth. She hadn't actually done anything forbidden. She hadn't cheated on Tom—not yet. Chad desired her. He desired her desire. He wanted to make her wet and pliant and orgasmic. He said so himself. Her pleasure was beautiful to him.

  Chapter 5

  Ruby couldn't hold back anymore. She threw herself into his hands. She opened her mouth to receive his kiss. Her tongue tasted his mouth to the limit. She surged her breasts into his grasp, and her ass answered the pressure of his hand to slide toward him on the seat. She hitched her hips against those fingers and drove them into her waiting cavern.

  He sensed her compliance, and his hands took over. He plunged his fingers into her cunt, and her honeyed syrup surrounded his hand with glistening sparkly wetness. He touched the excited spots along her c
hannel to drive her to dizzying delirium. He pumped his fingers against her G spot and banged them deep to the very limit of her anatomy.

  She craned her thighs apart to draw him in. She surged her breast into his hands and devoured his mouth in raving ecstasy. She wanted this. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted to destroy herself and her precious propriety on this looming monster.

  She lived her life as a good girl. She never did anything like this in her life. She looked down on girls who did things like this. If any of her friends at work told her they made out with the boss in the back of a limo after he picked them up at a party, she would have turned away in disgust. She would have labeled that girl a slut and a sleaze.

  She wasn't disgusting, though. This moment wasn't sleazy or slutty. It was exciting and sweet and intoxicatingly good. She wasn't a slut or a sleaze. She never did anything like this before, and she would probably never do anything like it again as long as she lived. She might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

  He pounded his fingers to the knuckle in her dripping slit. Ruby whimpered and whined. She couldn't get enough of it. She couldn't get him deep enough to satisfy her craving need. She humped her hips against his strokes, but it could never be enough. He slipped another finger in along with the first, but he couldn't fill her up.

  He purred low and mean. “Hmm, yes, that's what you like, isn't it, baby. Oh, yeah. That's so good.”

  She cried into his mouth, she ached so bad, but he only kept it up a few minutes before he pulled away. He gave her a luscious kiss and swiveled around away from her. She pleaded with her eyes. She longed for him, but he moved away.

  In desperate agony, she watched him shift around in front of her. He went down on his knees on the floor. His hand trailed off her breast and came to rest on her knee. His other hand slithered out of her foaming slit to trace its slippery film down her thigh.

  “Spread your legs, baby. Open up for me.” He pried her thighs apart and buried his face between them.

  Ruby stared down at the back of his head. He snuffled among the alabaster flesh of her thighs, even as his two hands pushed them apart to make room for his head. He burrowed between her legs, and her thighs parted to welcome him in.

  Her mouth gaped open in astonished wonder. Could this really be happening? Could that wet tongue really be delving into her juicy crevice to awaken her deepest need? Could he really be surrounding her curvy hips to cradle her ass in both hands? Could he really be fondling her ass and pulling her forward on the seat, leaning her back to spread her pussy to his ravishing caresses?

  She scarcely dared believe it. Did she really want this? Did she really let herself fall so far as to go along with this? Did she really spread her legs for this....this rake? Everybody knew what a womanizing playboy Chad Archer was. He never went anywhere without some dish hanging off him in open lust. He flaunted his sexual prowess for all to see.

  Ruby prided herself on being the kind of girl that never fell for that sort of man. Yet here she was, leaning back on his limo seat while he ate her out deep and hot. Her head rolled to one side, and she moaned in craven desire for it. He filled her with such primal satisfaction she couldn't disapprove of herself. She wanted this. She really, really wanted this. She wanted to gush all over his face. She wanted to buck her twitching cunt all over his cheeks and chin until she screamed out her longing.

  His fists tightened around her ass. He pulled her against his face and plunged headfirst into her creamy opening. He lapped her juices with vicious strokes. He circled her clitoris until she yelped before he dropped down to probe her creases with loving care.

  Ruby seethed and quaked. She never experienced anything like this when Tom licked her. He brought her to orgasm every time, like clockwork. He filled her with his fingers and banged his face against her bones until she writhed in tempestuous ecstasy, but he never fired her with thrilling excitement like this.

  Chad's shoulders jutted under her thighs to lift them off the floor. He hooked her knees over his shoulders and one leg around his neck. He grabbed big handfuls of her voluptuous flesh to surround himself with her. He devoured her in animal madness.

  Tom never did that. He never expressed his open desire for her. He never went crazy over her flesh and her juice and her love. He never got wet up to his neck in making her thrash and moan for it. Chad loved it. He might not love her the way Tom did, but he didn't have to tell her she was beautiful. He didn't have to tell her her sexuality was beautiful and her orgasm was beautiful. He showed her. He threw himself into it with all his passion.

  In the middle of it all, he let go of her ass to drop one hand underneath her. He forked up two fingers on either side of her dripping pussy to spread her clit to his ministrations. He rubbed his fingers up and down on either side of her quivering nub and slipped them inside her spasming hole.

  Ruby lunged up and collapsed back on the seat. She hurled herself against him even as she retreated in horror before her own naked desire. Every touch, every lick sent her cascading over the edge into colossal ecstasy. Her climax rose up raw and fuming before her. She didn't even try to stop it. She would cum all over his face. She would ride his mouth to angelic rapture.

  He filled her pussy with his digits and attacked her clit with his tongue. He matched her rhythm until they bumped against each other in rapid succession. Ruby's cries lifted to heaven in fresh gusts of pure glory.

  He brought his other around to grab her heavy breast. He gave it one squeeze and looped his fingers over her gown. He yanked the top down over her breast, and the great globe tumbled out into his hand. He pulled the gown the rest of the way down to bare both her big tits to his ravenous paw.

  That's all she needed to burst forth into loud screaming climaxes. The air hit her nipples even as he grabbed them between his fingers to nag them to the peak of excitement. He moved back and forth from one to the other to give them equal attention while his fingers dove deep into her blazing cunt. His tongue lashed her to a frenzy. Her nectar spilled onto his tongue to dribble with her saliva around his hand and onto her ass.

  Ruby collapsed back on the seat in liquid bliss. Her head jiggled on her rubbery neck. Her whole flesh lay bare and exposed in glowing passionate pleasure. She swam in angelic clouds of ecstasy she never knew before in her life.

  Chad rose between her legs with guttural growls. He wiped his hand across his mouth and glared down at her in smoldering fury. He planted his knees on the floor and dragged her legs around his waist.

  Ruby sighed in the last throes of orgasmic fulfillment. She gazed up at him through a haze. What was he, this giant standing above her with his muscles popping under his jacket? He must be some cosmic angel sent to answer her deepest desires. Maybe he was the devil sent to tempt her into sinning like this.

  She no longer cared what he was. He was here, a pure raw man who desired her. He worshiped the goddess of her sexual appetites. He saw her needs and filled her up in ways she couldn't believe possible.

  He brooded over her. His hands ran up and down her thighs. He massaged her quivering mound to turn her spasms into delicious warmth. He pushed her up and back on the seat with the limo's rolling movements. “I want you, baby. I want you so bad.”

  He grabbed her hand and guided it between his legs. He smashed it down on the bulge in his pants. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how hard you make me? You're so beautiful. You're hot, baby. I want to fuck you right now. I want to fuck you beyond your wildest dreams.”

  She could believe it. He would take her where no man ever could. He would fill her with incredible sensations she would never feel again. He would catapult her beyond her wildest dreams into a world of magic and mystery.

  She never doubted that, but she couldn't let him take her. She couldn't sacrifice all these years of virginity in the back of a limo, not even with a giant like him. She just couldn't. She would have to sacrifice the rest of her life along with it if she did that.

  She stared up at him. His hands filled her with
delectable, fantastic images. She was a goddess. She was a demon. She was a slobbering animal. She was a craven slut and a whore. She was a shark swimming through an ocean of pleasure. She devoured anything and everything that came within her grasp.

  She never considered going through with it. She let him lick her and finger her and drive her to orgasm, but that's all. She was a virgin. He probably deflowered lots of virgins in his time. She was nothing but another floozy giving her pussy to his pleasure.

  He knit his brow and compressed his lips. His eyes burned in their sockets. His voice rolled out of him in brutal, snarling gasps. “Let me fuck you, baby. Let me show you what it can be like. Let me make you scream for it. You know you want to.”

  He crushed her hand up and down on his rigid crotch. His cock angled sideways under his pants.

  His voice broke in agony. “Can't you feel how much I want you, baby? Is that nice and hard for you? Don't you want to fuck that cock?”

  She stared up at his face twisted in a mask of hideous pain. He wanted it. He wanted her. She never came face to face with a man who wanted her as bad as he did now. Tom never wanted her like this. Tom never begged her for her body like this. He accepted their limited sex life the way it was.

  For the first time in her life, she understood. Their sex life might be limited, but it was also truncated, amputated, deformed. It was less than half a sex life. It might be orgasmic. It might get them through the years of virginity, but it could never truly feed them. It could never give them the life she got in the back of that limo.

  She read her destiny in his eyes. She wanted it. That's all she really needed to know. She wanted a whole lot more than his fingers inside her. She wanted to experience the glorious passion of cumming all over a thick, throbbing cock. She wanted to sit on him the way that woman sat on him in the jacuzzi. She wanted to want a man bad enough to do that. She wanted to want him enough to throw away everything on a single moment.