by Hamel, B. B.
“It won’t. I promise.”
I stepped up to it. “Okay.” I began to climb.
I heard him climbing behind me. I kept going, not looking down, and soon I passed through the ceiling and into a wide, spacious area.
I climbed out onto the floor and he appeared just behind me.
“My favorite spot,” he said, gesturing around us.
We were in the attic or the roof of the stable, above the horses. There was hay all over on the floor, covering everything. It was strangely clean tough, and it smelled nice. The one wall was all tinted glass, and we could see out along the grounds.
He led me by the hand over to a hay bale and we sat down, looking out across the yard.
I had to admit that it was beautiful. I’d been so busy feeling stressed out about everything that I hadn’t taken the time to just enjoy where I was.
The place was gorgeous. The animals, the building, the architecture, it was all so expensive, clean, and lovely. Despite my discomfort at times, I really was staying in an amazing place.
“So?” he said finally.
“Yeah,” I said, looking at him.
He pulled my body against his. “I keep thinking about those panties.”
I blushed and looked away. “I was only following your lead.”
“I liked it.” I looked up at him, and the look on his face sent my heart hammering in my chest.
“What did you like about it?”
“Thinking about you touching that perfect, delicious little pussy of yours. And I know you were thinking about me while you did it.”
“I was,” I said.
He pulled my chin toward him. “Are you as sick of games as I am?”
“I don’t know,” I said, breathless.
“I want you, Natalie. I don’t know what it is about you, but I need to fuck you. I need to make you come, make you mine.”
He pressed his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. Excitement ran in waves down my arms and legs as I pressed myself against him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.
I wanted it. I knew I shouldn’t, knew it was wrong, but I wanted it anyway.
I kissed him back hungrily as our bodies pressed together, our mouths working, skin touching, hearts pounding. He kissed my neck and I let out a small gasp as he pulled my hair.
“Were you out by the pool?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Stand up.”
I listened, confused, excited.
“Strip,” he commanded.
“Lucas,” I said, shaking my head.
“I want to see your bikini. Strip.”
I did as he asked, pulling off my shirt and shorts and tossing them aside.
“Fuck,” he said. “I love your fucking body. Turn around.”
I turned, letting him see my ass.
“God you make me so fucking hard,” he said.
I blushed, a little embarrassed to be showing off my body, but incredibly excited. I liked his gaze on me. I liked what he was thinking about me. I knew he wanted me, knew he wanted my body, and that made my skin flush with excitement. The embarrassment only heightened that sensation.
“Come here,” he said. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap.
He kissed my neck, my lips, my breasts. I couldn’t help but let out small gasps and moans as his hands roamed my body slowly, grabbing my breasts, teasing my nipples, before slowly sliding down between my legs.
“Soaked,” he whispered. “Soaking wet. You dirty girl.”
“I can’t help it,” I said.
“I know you can’t. You’re mine.”
I felt his fingers slowly part my legs, sliding down my bikini bottoms. He began to rub my clit slowly, softly, sending amazing sensations through me.
“I’m not yours,” I said, trying to resist him.
“Pretend all you want, Natalie,” he said, working my pussy. I threw my arms around his neck and opened my thighs to give him more room. “But you’re my fucking wife. And you’re soaking wet every time I come near you.”
He reached up and untied the back of my bikini top, letting it drop to the ground. He kissed my chest and teased my nipples with his tongue as he continued to work my pussy, sliding fingers in and out of me, working my clit.
I adjusted myself, straddling his lap. He continued to work me, kissing my lips, rubbing my spot, and I could barely control myself. I’d never been so heightened before, so turned on. I reached down between his legs, grasping his thick cock through his pants. He grunted as I began to work him. I was losing myself in the moment, in his body, in the sensations he was sending through me. He was in complete control of the moment, and I knew it. We both knew it. I’d do whatever he wanted.
He slipped his hand out from my bottoms and I dropped down onto my knees. He was sitting on the hay bale, looking at me as I unbuckled his pants and slid them down off his feet. I tossed his shoes and socks aside, leaving him in only his dress shirt and his tight black boxer briefs.
“I love watching you undress me,” he said. “I love that skin, those fucking tits, your lips.”
I reached up and slipped the underwear off him, sliding it down his legs and tossing it aside. His cock was thick and stiff, hard as hell.
“See what you do to me?” he said. “My cock is fucking harder than it’s ever been.”
I reached up and took it in my hand, slowly stroking him. “What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Suck that cock, Natalie. Take that cock deep into your mouth and suck it hard.”
I obeyed, sliding the tip between my lips and sucking him hard. I took him as far as I could, sucking his cock with a frenzy and an excitement that I didn’t even realize I had.
He pressed my head down, groaning as I sucked him. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to suck his cock hard and deep. I pulled back and jerked him off using my spit, and I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “I can see how badly you want it in your eyes.”
I looked away, blushing.
“Don’t pretend it’s not true,” he said, pulling my gaze back.
“I know it’s true,” I said.
“Good.” He finished unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it open. I stared at his chest, his muscular chest, and his ripped abs. I wanted to kiss every inch of that.
“Suck that cock now, Nat. Make me so hard I want to burst.”
I went back to work, sucked him slow and hard, looking up at him. He watched me take his cock in my mouth, grunting his pleasure. I kept my hands on either side of him on the hay bale, letting his dick slide in and out from between my lips. He began to thrust himself into my throat, and I took every inch of him, sucking his cock hard and rough.
“Touch yourself while you suck me,” he commanded.
I listened, reaching down between my legs. I had never touched myself in front of someone before, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t say no to him, didn’t want to say no. I began to rub my own soaked clit as I sucked his cock, and the fact that he was watching me pleasure myself sent excitement roaring through my veins.
“Fuck. I love the way you moan while sucking my cock,” he said. “I love having my cock in your mouth, you dirty girl.”
I finally pulled back, jerking him hard and fast, moaning as I touched myself.
He stood up suddenly and grabbed his pants, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. He slipped a condom out from inside it and tossed his pants and wallet aside.
“Get up,” he said. I listened and stood. “Take off your bottoms.”
I stepped out of my bikini bottoms, kicking them away. I felt so exposed up in the loft, but I didn’t care. He sat back down on the bale and pulled me close to him.
“Put it on,” he said.
I took the condom, ripped it open, and slowly slid it down along his shaft.
When I was done, he took my hips and lifted me up onto him. I straddled him, his cock pressing against my p
ussy. I wanted to drop down but he held me there, looking into my eyes.
“Tell me how badly you want it.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
“Tell me you want to feel my cock deep inside you.”
“I need it. I need you to fuck me.”
He pressed me down, pushing his cock deep between my legs.
The agonizing pleasure flooded through my mind. I tossed my head back, gasping, moaning, as he slowly filled me to the brim.
He kissed me then, leaving his cock inside me. I slowly began to slide back up and down, slowly at first, getting used to his heft, his size.
“Take all the time you need,” he whispered, “because I want to fuck that pussy until you scream my name.”
“Oh shit, Lucas,” I said. “I can’t believe how much you fill me.”
“Get used to it.”
I began to slide over him, and he used his hands to guide my hips. I worked up and down, sliding my pussy up and down his thick, hard cock. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up as he kissed my neck and teased my nipples with his teeth.
“God I fucking love this body,” he said, slapping my ass.
I gasped. “Do that again,” I said.
He slapped me again, hard. I began to ride him faster.
“You like it a little rough,” he said.
“I do.”
He slapped my ass again and then thrust his hips up, slamming his cock deep inside me. I gasped, a shiver of pleasure exploding through me.
“Again,” I begged.
He slammed himself again, slapping my ass. He took a nipple between his teeth and gently teased me as he slammed himself inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I said. “Oh my god, keep doing that.”
He continued to fuck me, and I simply let him have his way. I took his thick cock deep into my pussy, letting him press hard and fast, his hands slamming my hips down. I loved the sound of our skin slapping together, the rough sound of his grunts and his hands on me as he fucked me.
I began to take over, riding him, working my hips. He leaned back, putting his hands behind him, and I steadied myself with my hands on his chest.
“Go ahead, girl,” he said. “Ride that dick.”
I let myself work him, riding hard, fast. I couldn’t think or breathe as I rode, moving my hips in circles, working my back. I let out long moans and gasps, loving the sensation.
Suddenly he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off. We stood for a moment, and then he pressed me down on top of the hay bale, spreading my legs wide for him.
I thought the hay would be scratchy and hard, but it was surprisingly soft. He stood in front of me, his cock at the perfect height. He spread my legs wide and pressed himself deep inside me.
“Shit,” he said. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“And you’re so big,” I groaned.
“I love slamming my cock inside you.” He began to thrust, holding onto my hips, standing in front of me. “I love watching your tits move while I fuck you roughly.”
His cock thrust hard and deep inside me, working roughly. His hands roamed my body, gripping my hips and grabbing my breasts. I moaned loudly and openly as he fucked me.
He began to rub my clit, and I knew it was sending me into shivers. I kept my legs spread wide, my hands up above my head, steadying myself on the edge of the bale.
“I want to see you come,” he said. “I want to see this pussy come on my cock.”
“Keep doing that,” I said.
He continued thrusting, one hand on my hips, the other working my clit with soft, agonizing, incredible motions.
“Oh god, keep going,” I said, feeling it build.
“Say please,” he commanded.
“Please. Please, Lucas, fuck me. Fuck me. Make me come.”
He thrust harder, his fingers working my clit faster, and I felt the orgasm come over me.
My whole body tensed, stiffening, twitching slightly from the pleasure as it rolled over my skin and mind. He fucked me deeply, holding my body, rubbing my clit, as I moaned his name over and over.
The orgasm crested and rolled over me, finally ending slowly. He climbed on top of me, pressing me down on the hay bale, sliding his cock in and out.
“Fuck, girl,” he said. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Come on,” I said, blushing again.
“I mean it. You coming makes my fucking blood boil hotter.”
“Then it’s your turn,” I said, smiling at him.
He moved back off me and I gasped.
“You want me to come?”
“Yes,” I said, looking at him.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me off the bale, turning me around. He pushed me over, spreading my legs, bending me down.
“Then I want this ass in the air. You think you can take it?”
“Yes, I can take it,” I said.
He grabbed my hips, thrusting himself deep between my legs. I held onto the bale as he began to fuck me from behind.
“God I love this little round ass,” he said, smacking me.
“Fuck me, Lucas,” I said. “Slap my ass, pull my hair, and fuck me.”
He grabbed my hair, whispering into my ear. “I do the commanding,” he said, thrusting into me.
“Yes, you do,” I said.
“And I want to come in this pussy. I want to fill you up.”
“Come in my pussy, Lucas.”
He pushed me back down, fucking me roughly. His strong arms gripped my hips, thrusting with such intensity. I could tell he was close based on his grunts, and so I began to work my hips for him, pressing my ass back against him.
He thrust harder, slapping my ass, pulling my hair, taking my body. He completely owned me, his strong arms working me, his cock thrusting inside me, and I wanted him to come more than anything. I wanted him to feel how I felt, wanted his cum inside me. I worked my hips, moaning his name, loving it, loving the pleasure.
He was like an animal in his lust for my pussy, and it made me feel incredible.
I felt him suddenly stiffen as his strokes got longer, harder, rougher. His whole body tensed.
“Fuck, Natalie,” he groaned as he came deep inside me.
“Ah shit,” he said, slowing his strokes, slowly finishing.
I collapsed onto the hay bale, and he took a step back. I was covered in sweat, and I’d never felt so satisfied before.
“Your pussy is like fucking magic,” he said. “My god you’re incredible.”
He took the condom off, wrapping it up in some hay and setting it aside. He came over and wrapped his arms around me, holding his sweating body against mine.
I felt safe. I felt so safe there in his arms, my head high from the orgasm, floating in a cloud of contented pleasure.
“I want to stay like this for a while,” he said.
“I do too.”
And so we did. We stayed right there, feeling each other breathe, feeling right.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Lucas
We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, for over two hours.
I’d never done that before. Sure, I’d cuddled women every once in a while, but normally when we were finished, I just moved on. Instead, I actually found myself wanting to talk to Natalie, to get to know her.
She told me about her life, about having a reality TV star mother, and how that had really messed her up when she was younger. She told me about her mom losing the fortune, and how she promised herself that she’d never be like her mother.
And I was fascinated. I wanted to know more, to understand the way she thought about things, to figure her out. It was so strange that although we were just talking, I never got bored.
I found myself telling her things I almost never told people. I talked about growing up in the mob. I talked about the fear, the violence, and about eventually coming into my own as a captain.
My world was a strange, strange place, but I found myself wanting her to u
nderstand. Sure, she was my stepsister and living in my home, and so she needed to get it to some degree, but I wanted her to know me. I wanted her to get why I did the things that I did.
And the more she spoke, the more I wanted her to keep talking. Every word she said had me fascinated that a person could have so much inside them.
Time slipped away. The sun slowly sank down below the horizon, and I was well and truly hooked.
“And so she just stumbled back in?” I asked after Natalie had finished a lengthy story about another one of her mother’s long benders.
“Yep. Just like nothing had happened.”
“And you never skipped school? Didn’t throw a wild party?”
“I told you, I was a good girl growing up.”
I laughed. “You’re not a good girl now.”
“I guess not.”
We fell into silence, looking out across the property, everything bathed in reds and pinks.
“Okay, I’m officially getting cold,” she said.
“I’d offer you my shirt,” I joked, “but I’m currently wearing it.”
“That’s okay.” She stood up, stretching. “I should go back inside.”
“Sure. Know your way?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
I followed her over toward the ladder and helped her climb down. Once she was safe, I followed, hopping off.
I felt light, happy. It was strange.
“Well,” she said, looking awkward.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me. “Well.”
“Not sure what now.”
I slapped her ass and she giggled. “See you later.”
I let her go and she walked away, shaking her head and smiling.
I leaned up against the door to the stable and watched her go. One of the horses behind me made a noise.
“Yeah, I like her too, Rosey,” I said to the horse.
“Talking to horses now?”
Vince materialized from the other end of the stable.
“Just Rosey,” I said to him, frowning. “Where’d you come from?”
“Came to find you.”
“Following me?”
“Relax,” he said, smiling. “I have good news.”
“Go ahead.”
He reached out and stroked Rosey’s face. “Well, you asked me to think of a solution for this missing shipment.”