by Gabriel Love
And oh, my god, Declan looks like a lion about to attack.
I can’t look away from him as he lowers to his knees before me at the end of the bed like he has read my thoughts.
He hesitates and I want to whimper at the torture of it. “May I?” he asks, peeling my panties away like they’re crumbling paper in the way of his brutish fingers.
The way he asks for my permission even though there’s nothing I can to do stop him if I say no is so damn sexy I instantly nod while wondering if I’m making the right choice.
I don’t doubt him, I’m not scared of him, and I’m more worried about ruining this. What if he doesn’t like my taste or my scent?
His lips gently brush the delicate skin of my pussy and I groan. My head falls back and I feel my body surrender to the perfection of sensations roaring through me. A shiver tumbles through me and I can’t help but wonder how he’s so good at this. I don’t want to ask, though, and learn too much.
His warm, velvety tongue slips between my lips and the second it meets my clit I let out a whimper of pure pleasure. Goose bumps roar like wild fire up and down my legs, so hot and cold and intense I can’t help but push my head back into the bed.
He pulls back and I feel his warm breath easing over the warmer skin of my wet, enflamed pussy.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks in an ultra sexy growl and I want to grab his head and pull him in closer.
“No, don’t stop,” I moan, reaching out for him. My fingers find his head and slide through his silken locks. Without thinking I hold onto him. I need more pressure, more sensation. My body demands it, and the haze of pleasure won’t be denied.
My hips buck against him as his tongue circles my clit in tantalizing motions that push me toward the edge of a looming cliff.
Another whimper blazes in my throat and my hips take on their own life and move against him. My hands hold him firm and I hear him groan in what sounds like pleased delight as I struggle toward an uncertain finish line while dragging him along with me.
The vibration of his voice excites me more and I hear a rush like a waterfall in my ears. Is this what I’ve been missing? God, this is incredible!
“Declan, faster, harder,” I whimper, and instantly his tongue is harsher, and quicker to circle my clit in tight motions that push me headlong into brilliant light.
I’m vaguely aware of him moaning a cadence of “Um hum, um hum.” in a way that’s begging me to enjoy this more and more.
And who am I to deny such a sweetly naughty request?
I close my eyes to bright, white-hot lights and a full body shudder washes over me like a wave. Impossible pleasure lights up every nerve in my body and his tongue eases up as if he’s aware of the pain he’s beginning to inflict on the pulsing point of pleasure between his lips.
He pulls back and gives me gentle kisses on my inner thigh as my body jumps and twitches with remnants of pleasure. I’m so very aware of every hot spot his lips touch and my body begs for him to come closer.
He rises slowly and towers over me while I lay totally still, feeling hunted as I shiver like a freshly-born fawn. With an easy grin he runs his fingers through his hair and I want to apologize for pulling his locks, though I’m mute with a mixture of terror and excitement.
He pulls his shirt off in an easy motion and drops it beside the bed. Terror bursts in my heart, but I’m not scared of him; I’m scared of the pain I’m expecting when he pushes inside me.
His pants follow and I gulp in terror as he lowers his boxers. Is he supposed to look like that? All curved upward and so broad I doubt my fingers could meet if I circled him? Oh, god, what did I get myself into?
He lowers on me in an embrace that’s devilishly warm and enticing as his damp lips tag my throat and collar.
“Oh, Willow, you’re so perfect,” he growls.
My throat is blazing and I can’t think straight through the fog, so I merely whimper. He brushes me and I let out a startled yelp. He’s so hard and warm it’s like a brand and I want to escape and welcome him all at once.
It’s confusing. My brain seems to have vacated and my body is begging me fore strange things that bring a searing burn to my cheeks. His lips help my body decide what will happen next, and I feel dragged along in the most pleasant fashion.
I feel his red-hot heat part my delicate flesh and my fingers find his back and dig in. He’s my anchor, and I’m not letting go until the storm passes.
“Shhh, shhh, you’ll be okay,” he whispers, and I moan as he begins to press past my body’s defenses.
I’ll be better than okay. This is amazing, imperfectly perfect, and better than I could have imagined. Warmth still fills me, and the gentle pulses within me beg him to press home and fill me entirely.
My ankles lock behind his thighs and I pull him, hard. He resists and gives me a playful glare. “Patience, darling,” he teases, before kissing me. Our tongues dance and I’m acutely aware of him pressing ever further inside me.
The tiny shred of pain is almost non existent and I’m breathless as he claims me, as we share sensations.
“You’re stretching me,” I whisper, my voice filled with wonder.
“You have to give a bit,” he teases. “You’re too tight for me.” He nuzzles my neck and I cry out and nip at his ear. He tastes like heaven, like a fallen angel and tears. Like perfection.
Finally he’s buried to the hilt, and the pain I expected is nothing but a dull sting. Awe fills me. Little ol’ me is taking this monster like a champ. It’s exhilarating!
“Willow, you’re amazing,” he whispers.
“Mmm.” It’s all I’ve got. A moan of pleasure, of joy, of sheer excitement. When he moves the pressure on my clit is almost unbearable, and my hips move with him.
Oh, god, it’s an amazing feeling, so sexy and thrilling I swear that enough time of it and I’ll implode again.
He seems happy to oblige my silent request. His body moves like sex is a language he’s fluent in, and willing to teach me. And I’m dying to learn. My body responds to him in ways I’ve never imagined.
Goose bumps turn my flesh into a hyper-sensitive battle ground and I can hardly breathe as he fills me again and again, somehow teasing my clit like a pro. My belly tightens and every bit of me gathers to twitch and shudder as the magical moment dances closer.
And damn it all to hell if this is only a one time thing. I don’t care, I’ll fucking figure out how to black mail him into doing this every day if I have to. It’s too amazing to give up. Maybe I’ll regret it later, right now, I’m going to give in and enjoy it as much as I can.
My body coils up as he lifts up from his burrowing place alongside my throat and looks down at me. There’s a sharp intensity in his eyes that’s under shadowed by a look that promises protection, caring, and perhaps even more.
“Don’t promise what you can’t give,” I whisper, my throat feeling raw.
“I won’t,” he growls before sinking his teeth into my neck in a gentle, playful and impossibly sexy bite that sends shivers up and down my spine.
His skin on mine is like a language my body desperately tries to remember but can’t, and he’s a god that’s dancing on me like there’s nothing more to life than this.
And I’m lost. Lost to his touch, to what he’s making me feel, to the unique promise his very scent offers.
I feel claimed.
I’m his.
I exist to please and be pleased by him.
And I’m okay with it for some reason.
Suddenly my body freezes and pleasure erupts through every nerve in my body, centering deep in my pelvis and radiating outward like a mushroom cloud.
“Oh!” I yelp, sustaining the word longer than I feel possible as everything suspends in a white-hot light. “Declan!” His name is a shocked whisper on my lips that’s filled with delight and surprise.
He lets loose a growl of pure pleasure and I feel him shudder. His slick, hot body slides on mine and I don’t know what’s wron
g with me, I feel so drained and tired I swear I’m coming down with something.
Declan doesn’t say anything; he merely kisses my neck, up my jawline, and up to my lips where he takes his time and slips his tongue into my mouth. We kiss a sweet, gentle kiss filled with passion and worry, joy and fear.
What now?
We’ve done something unforgivable.
He moves off me and settles at my side, leaving me feeling warm and safe as he strokes my hip, my ribs, the side of my belly and seems deeply distracted by my skin.
“Willow...” he begins, then hesitates. I hold my breath, scared. Does he regret it? He glances up at me and my fear melts away.
“I don’t think this is enough. I was never out to get with you and leave. I’m going to do everything I can to figure out how we can see each other without issues, okay?” His fingers come up to stroke my cheek and I nod with a yawn. I have no doubt he’ll make everything perfect. He’s got that skill.
And even if he doesn’t?
We’ll figure it out. I’ve got faith.
We won’t let each other down.
After all, he promised the the bad stuff would be temporary and inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.
The End
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Other titles by Gabriel:
Step Brother Bad Boy:
Clint Sharp is a bastard.
I’m a good girl. I get good grades. I work hard and push to be a better person every day.
Clint is my polar opposite. He’s a tattooed, spoiled rich son of a celebrity who doesn’t answer to anyone and never apologizes.
I’m pretty sure he’s slept his way around our entire private college, but when it comes to me, he couldn’t be less interested. Maybe it’s because I’m not a skinny little blond. Maybe it’s because I’m smarter than him. Or maybe it’s because I’m from a poor family.
Until The Kiss.
The Kiss led to him relieving me of my V-card.
No worries, he had the walk of shame. I’m over it. One night stands are a normal part of college life, right?
Except there’s one little snag… my mom and his dad are engaged.
And we’re moving in together.
This shit sucks.
Step Brother Twisted
Kaden Volt tortured me in high school.
I escaped into the Peace Corps to find worth in myself and my life. To give my life meaning. To get away from his cruel words and insistent jabs.
Four years later, I’m back from a village in Africa, stronger, slimmer, and an all-around better me.
When I get home, I learn my dad remarried.
No worries, he deserves to be happy.
Except my new step brother is none other than the wonderful (sic) Kaden Volt.
His first words to me? “I guess not everybody in Africa was starving.”
Let the war begin.
Step Brother Caught
Alexander is the stuff dreams are made of.
But he’s also a womanizer.
When I catch a girl sneaking out of his room first thing in the morning, I cover for him. Like a good step sister.
But when her name slips in front of our step dad, he figures out what really happened.
And Alex blames me for him getting caught!
About the Author
Gabriel Love works as a scorching hot fireman who knows how to work a hose. When he's not putting out fires, he writes steamy stories. His best ideas come during his daily five mile run on the treadmill, though he searches for inspiration everywhere. He’s a sucker for anything sweet, sexy, and has a secret passion for star-crossed lovers.
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