Forbidden Stepbrother

by Carmen Falcone

  She gasped. “This… is… incredible.”

  And it was about to get better for her. He deepened the movements of his fingers while mercilessly teasing her clit with his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, and he felt them stiffening, like the rest of her body, only to spasm immediately after.

  He couldn’t disclose his wanting her for all those years. But tonight he’d show her with his body just how much he desired her. He’d show how much he cared for her.

  A part of him melted, and he didn’t even fight it. He was done fighting against his feelings.

  Wow. Tiffany stared at the ceiling. The scent of pine trees, her arousal and fresh linens mixed in the air. She reached for the carafe on the nightstand, and poured herself some water. What the hell just happened? Things had always been strange between the two of them, but tonight took the cake. From spanking her, to screwing her, to insulting her, and now—pleasuring her? Although she had to admit… she liked him pleasuring her the best. “God.” She drank a big gulp, then set the glass back.

  “We’re not done,” he said, and she guessed she’d be destroyed when he was done with her. What would happen after?

  I’m dying to find out. Would the reality of sleeping with him surpass her forbidden fantasies? “Good.”

  “I spanked you, fucked your beautiful mouth. Screwed your hot body. But I’ve never kissed you before.”

  “Then by all means, let’s fix that mistake.” Her insides sizzled. Oh, yes. This really happened. She sat up on the bed, and let go of the sheet she almost ripped in half when he gave her mind-blowing orgasms. She wanted to face him.

  Licking her lips, she looked at him. Silver specks shimmered in his eyes, and he cupped her chin. She took a deep breath, and a part of her returned to her days as a teenager, when she’d kissed boys on dates and imagined they were him. When she’d even said yes to Emilio’s proposal, while wishing he were Santiago. There was no other man for her, and there never would be. Her stomach sunk. She… loved Santiago.

  Loved. Her heart raced, in tandem with her emotions.

  She linked her arms around him, bringing him closer. He growled, and lowered his lips to hers. For a moment, they barely touched, yet the simple rub of flesh on flesh sent a shot of arousal through her. Then he moved his lips, and she eagerly opened her mouth for his entrance.

  He slowly explored the corners of her mouth, his tongue teasing her senses. She felt light-headed, and leaned into him for support. Encouraged, he quickened the pace of the kiss. Their teeth grazed, and tongues meshed. His arms fell around her, slamming her against his muscled pectorals. A surge of need seared her nipples, sensitized by the crush against the hair dusting his chest. Kissing him equaled to the first lick of a warm, fresh out of the oven pie. There was no way she’d stay away from the rest.

  All of him was just too freaking male and magnificent.

  All of him… was hers. At least, for now.

  He brought her to the edge of the bed, and flipped her on her tummy. Then he slid out and stood behind her.

  He nudged her thighs apart, and she reveled in the warm sensation of his finger touching her. God. This time, he didn’t take as long as he had before he sucked her. Santiago teased her with the tip of his cock, and currents of excitement threatened to undermine her.

  “Please. Please.”

  “I like it when you beg,” he said, and she could picture the devilish smile on his handsome face. “When I’m done fucking you, I’ll have entered you everywhere like you promised. Do you understand?”

  “Y-yes.”

  She sucked in her breath. When she’d pleasured him, she’d had a hard time putting all of him into her mouth. He was large, thick, and downright gorgeous.

  When he thrust his cock inside her, a temporary pain pinched her—but it only took her a few seconds to adjust to his size, and her pussy clenched around him, wanting to protect and keep him like an oyster did to a pearl.

  She bent down a little more, trying to find the best way to accommodate him. He kneaded her ass, the tips of his fingers massaging in such warm, vigorous strokes she relaxed and welcomed his invasion as he began to move. He slipped in and out of her, until pleasure overcame any discomfort.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said, and smacked her ass cheek.

  Hhhmmm. What was he referring to? Having her at his mercy? Screwing her in an actual bed and not the kitchen? A warning sign chimed in her. Certainly, not sleeping with her…

  “Tiffany. Are you with me?” he asked, landing another slap on her other cheek.

  She blushed. “Yes. Of course. Sorry.” I am so with you, I am overthinking every little bread crumb. Oh God. I’m sad.

  “You were distracted.”

  “I’m overwhelmed,” she said, a pang of nervousness in her voice.

  He halted, still inside of her. “Are you enjoying it?”

  Is Saturn a planet? “Yes. I’m loving it.” Loving… you. Her throat clogged, and she clamped her lips together. If she let herself go, then what would come after?

  “Good. Because there’s more to come… but first, I’ll punish you for being a bad girl and not staying with me.”

  She glanced over her shoulder, and saw a hungry, primeval look on his face. Desire flooded her, and she clenched her inner muscles. He winced. He must have felt it, too. “How?”

  Cowardly, she turned her head to face the sheets. This was the twenty-first century. She was an independent, successful adult who—

  Smack. His palm landed on her ass. The other time, he’d warned her with a touch, a massage. Now, he slapped her hard and honest. “This is for being distracted.”

  Smack. Another one. Her skin seared, and a ripple of pleasure swept over her. “This one is for sucking my cock so well, I lost control and came in your sexy mouth.”

  What? Is he just looking for a reason to slap me?

  Smack. “And this one…” he started, but his voice trailed off.

  She moaned.

  He resumed stirring inside her, faster, deeper. She couldn’t last long. Somehow his domineering ways aroused her beyond control.

  Her body started to crash and her climax neared. She didn’t even have to warn him—he intensified the rhythm, slamming into her to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping her hard. “Oh God. Yes. Yes.”

  She closed her eyes and let the spasms take her to a world of lightness. Every part of her seared, trembled, rejoiced. It took her a few seconds—probably longer, time shifted into a foreign concept—before she exhaled and regrouped.

  She looked around, and reality dawned on her. He still pulsed inside her. He hadn’t come. Oh.

  Was she going to get another spanking for coming? A part of her almost wanted one.

  “Ready for another round, mi querida?”

  “Which round is this?” she asked.

  He gave a bark of laughter. “Not the last one I guarantee you.”

  What did that mean? Would they still make love later, or the next day? The questions darted at her, but she willed them away. When she jumped in bed with him, she wasn’t sure what to expect.

  But now… as their bodies connected, the sweat glistened on her body, and the scent of sex swirled in the air… they were born to share intimacy. A bed. A life.

  He plunged into her. Desire hit at the core.

  He pulled her up until she stood on her knees. To avoid falling, she held onto the corner post. He stayed inside her, and the sense of completion cloaked her like a piece of clothing. She let her head fall to his neck, and he roughly pulled her hair so he could lock their mouths. His tongue teased hers, and she matched his demands, stroke by stroke.

  Fire coiled low in her stomach. With the other hand, he caressed her breasts. At first, fondling them, then he circled her nipples until they were as taut as diamonds. Man… he was going in for the kill.

  “Santiago… this is so hot. I don’t think I can last long.” She managed to whisper in between his toe curling kisses.<
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  “You will last as long as I want.”

  God. She was too turned on to be combative, her breath coming in small pants. The man kept kissing her, screwing her, and playing with her… oh. His head slid lower on her body, and he nudged her thighs apart a little so he could stick his finger in.

  He flicked her clit with his long deft finger.

  Then, he brought his finger to her mouth, and offered it to her. She licked it up and down, sucking it like she had done to his cock. “Lick yourself, mi amada. Taste the sweet cream that drives me crazy for more.”

  She felt rather than heard his intake of breath, and realized he had to be at the brink of orgasm, too.

  “Come for me, babe.”

  She was letting go, as he intensified his thrusts… and, started to play with her anal passage. Hell, she’d been warned. Why back out now?

  Still flicking her clit that was about to explode from sensorial overload, much like herself, he plunged his finger into her hole.

  Her world burst into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. Santiago convulsed behind her, the guttural sound from his throat sliced the air. For several moments, her body shook—first fiercely, a possessed entity. Then, calmly, as her breathing slowed, but her heart… still pounded in her ears.

  She was exhausted. Scooting on the bed was like finishing a strenuous work out session, her arms heavy and bones overworked. He covered her and helped her adjust on the bed. Sighing, she closed her eyes. “Santiago…” she whispered.

  He planted a small kiss on her shoulder. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  Chapter 7

  Tiffany’s skin prickled and she moved her head on the pillow. She felt him moving over her, the sweet kisses he deposited on her bare back, before she even opened her eyes. Her pussy clenched in response, producing a shameful amount of cream. “Santiago,” she said, wondering if this was a dream.

  “I’m too aroused to fall asleep.” He rubbed his dick against her backside. “Turned on by the woman laying naked next to me.”

  He rolled her on her back and she giggled. A candle still burned on the nightstand, the only light outlining his handsome features and big frame. The tip of his cock teased her clit and she moaned shamelessly.

  “You’re so fucking hot.” She licked her lower lip. “I have to tell you something.” Maybe she couldn’t spill Patricia’s secret, but damn it, she had to confess how much she’d wanted him all those years. The dirty secret throbbed at the base of her throat.

  He thrust into her, and she wrapped her legs around his perfect butt. “Tell me.”

  “Is that how you conduct a conversation?” No wonder he always avoided talking to her.

  As response, he retreated a bit only to impale her harder. A shot of adrenaline spilled into her bloodstream and she almost lost her train of thought. Almost. The mad arousal made her feel empowered, invincible, and she had to take advantage.

  Her pussy lips clung to his dick without mercy. She clenched her inner muscles, and he groaned against her lips. “Do you have a problem with my communication method?”

  “No.” Judging by his hot rod, he was the one with a problem she would be too happy to help. But not without untying the knot in her stomach. “I just can’t go on without saying this… I’ve been attracted to you for a long time. I’ve wanted you inside me like you are now pretty much from the first time I saw you.” Maybe she didn’t know it back then. As a teenager she didn’t name the furious desire making her hate him for not giving her attention.

  He stopped moving inside of her, his dick still throbbing against her slick folds.

  She swallowed, hoping she hadn’t made a mistake. But it was like she had jumped from a skydiving airplane… all she had to do now was open the parachute and hope it worked. The contours of his face hardened, and his serious expression almost stopped her from continuing.

  Might as well tell him while he’s between my legs. “ I’ve had these really strong feelings for you for a long time. I tried to ignore them, to date people, even to get engaged to someone else. But we’re here and I can’t fight it any longer.”

  The intake of his breath filled the room.

  She cupped him between her hands and said, “I love you Santiago. I have for a while.”

  He stared into her eyes, and even though she couldn’t see him as clearly as she would have liked, the flickering in his irises got to her. At least some reaction. “Should I just get off the bed and dress myself?” she said. She’d told him she loved him—anything else belonged to a secret involving someone else.

  He moved, his cock thrusting deeper into her. She gasped, thrown back by the sudden ardor traveling through her body. “You’re not going anywhere Tiffany. You’re mine now,” he said, his words causing every little hair behind her neck to sizzle on end. “Can I make you mine? In every way?” he asked gravelly. And by the looks of it he wanted to take it. To claim. To possess.

  “Yes. God yes. Take me, Santiago. I’m yours. Fuck me any way you want.”

  Growling, he slid his hand down her body, and soon he teased her clit. She moaned with a pang of urgency, and his lips fused on hers in the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced. He kissed her with the urgency of a soldier coming home after a long draft overseas. His tongue meshed with hers, and he deepened the contact, making her lightheaded.

  He nipped her lower lip, while his thumb worked her nub relentlessly. Ripples of pleasure shifted into a strong powerful wave washing over her. Violently. She hadn’t processed her orgasm… it just overpowered her, leaving her speechless besides the torturing moans escaping her trembling lips.

  She barely recovered by the time he flipped her over on her tummy, and she breathed into the pillow.

  He lifted her ass in the air, and murmured things in Spanish she imagined meant to seduce her, relax her. Quickly the post orgasmic haze vanished and excitement tingled in her core, awakening her arousal-o-meter before it had time to recover.

  Why recover? She wanted to celebrate her being with him for once. Tonight would be just about them, no matter what. She’d be his any way he wanted—because what tomorrow brought she couldn’t guarantee.

  He slid out of the bed, and she heard the sound of a couple of drawers opening. He had stayed in the room prior to her, and she remembered his designer toiletry bag still sat on the bathroom countertop when she’d used it.

  The indent on the mattress announced his return, and she giggled inwardly. He parted her thighs carefully, and she expected him to start playing with her hole, but instead he started a vigorous massage on her buttocks.

  “Hhhhhhmmm…” she sighed.

  He stroked her cheeks, his palm warming her flesh, his fingers tapping and biting into her skin. She bit her lower lip, unable to suppress a moan. She couldn’t hide his effect on her if she tried. “So good.”

  “You should see the view from here,” he said his voice strained. “I’m exercising my self-control.”

  She raised her head and glanced over her shoulder to find him staring at her. His eyes flickered with amusement, but the planes of his face tightened and hinted at his aroused state. Of course. She came before, and he hadn’t—and he had to. “I can suck you before you hhmmmmm.”

  “Before I claim your ass,” he said in a thick accent, and juices now flowed from her pussy and slicked her thighs.

  “Yes. To take the edge off. Trust me, sucking your dick is no sacrifice,” she said.

  He growled, and the sound reverberated through her. God. If he didn’t fuck her fast, she’d come from their dirty talking alone. He continued to squeeze her ass, and slowly parted her cheeks for easy access to her entrance. “Aren’t you the good Samaritan?”

  “In this position I don’t feel like the good anything.”

  He produced a liquid and squirted it in his palm, then lathered it into her hole. She arched back, every part of her painfully aware. “What’s that?” she asked.

  “This is an oil I use. Relax, amada. This ass is so ama
zing I promise I’ll treat it like it deserves to be treated.”

  She exhaled and decided to face the pillow again. Her neck started to hurt, and she needed all the focus to deal with Santiago about to claim her anus.

  The second his index finger entered her passage, she winced. With the other hand he intensified the strokes on her flesh, calming her like she was some kind of mare in heat. Her hips undulated playfully, without her thinking about it. Her body welcomed his invasion, and she could do nothing about it. When she got used to his index finger moving inside her anus, he added another finger. She moaned.

  “How are we doing?” he said.

  “Don’t stop.” She hissed out.

  She stared at the thick candle burning on the metal holder on the nightstand. The foreplay continued for minutes, until he had three fingers into her and she moved her ass with luscious movements, swaying from side to side and hoping he’d bring the torment to an end.

  She heard the sound of a condom wrapper ripping, didn’t resist and peeked behind her shoulders. The sight of that massive, gorgeous man rolling on the condom made her mewl. The look in his eyes spoke of a primal need to claim a stake, to dominate, to own.

  She had never seen him so intense, and that alone made her need him so much more.

  Without a word, he brought the tip of his cock to her entrance, and outlined her small opening with it.

  He draped over her and she faced the pillows again. Murmuring in Spanish, he slid his fingers into her pussy and began the old game again, his fingers parting her lips while his thumb drove her overworked clit crazy. “You’re so wet baby. You really want me don’t you? Dios. So, so wet.”

  A wave of warmth spread across her cheeks and neck. “Yes honey I do,” she said, and clenched her inner muscles around his fingers to prove a point. “I want all of you, Santiago. Always have.” Probably always will.

  “Fuck. I wanna make sure you’re ready for me. I want you to come as I slam your ass.”