by Wild, Nikki
Mark lifted his hips, thrusting that bulge dangerously close to my face. I licked my lips and yanked his jeans down over his narrow hips, my fingers delving into the smooth flesh of his tight buttocks. I saw the wiry gold hairs glint in the firelight as I lowered his boxers, my heart hammering the closer I got to my goal.
And then his cock sprang free, bobbing tantalizingly in front of my mouth. "Jesus, Mark," I gasped.
My stepbrother's cock was perfect. There was no other way to describe the erect member in front of me. Perfectly straight, perfectly smooth, with one perfect vein that throbbed deliciously under the skin when I caressed it with my eager fingers. Mark made a low hissing sound and looked down at me. "Glad you like it, sis," he breathed.
"I really do," I moaned, licking my lips. "Can I?"
"Be my guest," he rasped.
I flicked my tongue against that perfect tip, tasting the smooth skin. A delicious scent wafted upward, and I realized I was smelling the essence of Mark. Perfectly clean, perfectly masculine. Definitely not the smell of a normal guy.
But then I already knew that Mark wasn't normal.
And as I stretched my lips wide to fit around the bulbous tip of my stepbrother's cock, I realized something.
Neither was I.
The thought was so freeing that I slammed my lips down to the hilt, engulfing the entire length of Mark's perfect cock in one smooth motion. He groaned and arched upward, pushing himself deep inside of me so that my throat vibrated against his cockhead as I moaned in pleasure. Sliding my lips back up again, I swirled my tongue around the ridges of the tip as I snuck a look up at him
Goddamn he was beautiful. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips parted in pleasure, the firelight casting deep highlights and shadows across his toned physique. I pushed myself up from my knees and before I could stop myself, I planted a kiss right on those soft, warm lips.
Mark's eyes flew open and he seized my face. Cupping my cheeks in his hand, he opened my lips with an insistent stab of his tongue. I sagged against his rock hard chest as our tongues swirled around each other, the fire no match for the heat from his mouth. I moaned against his lips, pressing myself into him, my throbbing clit begin to rub up against his cock.
As if he read my mind, he snaked his finger down and cupped his hand against my buzzing nub. I gasped into his mouth as he took my lip into his teeth, biting down lightly as his fingers found the very center of my need. I pressed into him, grinding my sex into his hand. The frustrating feel of the fabric barrier only increased my frantic desire, the seam of my jeans pressing tightly up against the very spot that needed it the most. Mark let his lips travel down my neck, flicking his tongue inside the hollow of my throat, those small sensations joining in the flood of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me at any moment.
I flung my arms around his neck and buried my face in the soft skin of his shoulder as the pressure inside of me broken wide open. I screamed into the back of the couch as my stepbrother's skillful fingers forced me right over the edge. The shockwaves of pleasure ricocheted through my body, my limbs shook with the intensity of my frustrated need even as I realized it wasn't enough. His fingers could never be enough.
I needed him inside of me.
Still shaking I pushed my way off of him. He watched me, open mouthed, as I undid my belt buckle. Slowly I inched my jeans lower, shivering in the sudden chill.
"We didn't even play a hand," Mark, noted, his eyes fixed on the space between my legs.
"I guess we'll call this the wild card," I giggled as the cool air hit the damp, hot heat of my pussy.
Mark's eyes darkened with lust and he surged forward. I pitched forward, grasping his shoulders for balance as he pushed my thighs apart and plunged his tongue into my cleft. When my stepbrother's tongue found my tight center, I gritted my teeth, but the scream of pleasure still found its way around my tightly closed lips. He flickered his tongue, dipping in and out of my hole before swirling upward to press flat against my overloaded clit. Suckling slightly, he drew it up into his mouth, pressing his lips down tightly as he flickered his tongue rapidly over the nub.
The effect was instantaneously. I shuddered and cried out as the second orgasm took be ever before the first had fully died away. I lost control of my limbs, and Mark grasped my legs tightly to keep me from falling over even as he continued his relentless assault on my clit. I leaned over him and keened a soft cry into his shoulder, aware that if I was too loud I would wake our parents. The danger of getting caught thrilled through me and I pushed against Mark's chest.
"I want you, now," I moaned as the tingling sensations still rippled through me. Mark leaned back, his perfect cock pointing directly at me, ready and inviting. It was so big that for a moment I was worried I wouldn't be able to fit it inside of me.
I knelt on the sofa, the leather squeaking slightly as I positioned myself over that bulbous tip. I lowered myself so that his cockhead was poised right at my entrance, then hesitated.
I was about to ask Mark if he was sure he wanted this, when he surged upward, thrusting his hips so that his cock impaled me completely, all the way to the hilt. The sudden pleasure mixed with intense pain as he stretched my opening to its breaking point. "Oh my god," I moaned, "you're going to kill me."
Mark growled in response, his hips beginning to piston as he found his thrusting rhythm. In spite of being on top, I was not in control. Mark was fucking me from below and all I could do was hang on for dear life. As he pounded into me, I rocked forward, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. Each punishing thrust sent a deep shockwave through me and the pleasure bubbled up for a third time. I realized with a start that this was where this night had been headed all along. Mark had plied me with Bourbon and teasing, expertly poking at my barriers until they came tumbling down. My brother knew me better than I knew myself.
I leaned forward and kissed him again. He wrapped his hands around my back and lifted us so that we moved as one. Then I found myself dropped onto my stomach.
Mark entered me swiftly from behind, the swinging slap of his balls hitting my clit. He was fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked in my life and I was loving every forbidden second of it. I turned my head and bit into my palm as he caressed my ass, grasping me firmly so that he could pound into me harder and harder. His incredible strength was overwhelming and his stamina, like everything else about him, was not normal at all. With a cry I turned and buried my screams into the soft leather, giving myself up completely to my brother. He had planned to seduce me all along and I had been more than willing to fall into his trap. And now my brother had me firmly by the hips, driving his perfect cock directly into my sopping wet pussy as I screamed into his couch. Somehow I knew this was going exactly as he planned.
I spread my fingers wide, grasping for something to hold on to, and Mark grabbed my hands, lifting my arms behind my back so that he could plunge into me even harder. Each ringing slap of his thrust wrenched a guttural moan from my throat. He had reduced me to a gibbering, sputtering fool, my orgasm wracked body slick with sweat. I was panting and gasping and utterly spent, and still my brother fucked into me, hard and merciless, his rock hard body tireless.
Then with a sudden animal roar, he surged forward, his weight crushing me into the couch as he pumped his hips furiously. He bit my earlobe and growled long and low as I felt his cock twitch inside of me. Then with a sudden thrust that nearly broke me in half, he roared out his orgasm, hot sticky jets of his cum splashing inside of me. I shuddered and moaned as the sensation of being filled with my brother's spunk sent my body into overdrive again. I shrieked into the couch as he humped over me again and again, sending wave after wave of cum right up inside of me.
When his last guttural gasp was spent, he sagged into me so that I was crushed between his bulk and the slick leather of the sofa.
I didn't mind it one bit.
"I've been wanting to do that a long time," Mark murmured in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my sp
ine. His cock was still twitching and pulsing inside of me.
"You planned this, didn't you?" I moaned.
Mark laughed and pulled himself free. I felt the small trickle of his seed run down my leg and I wondered just how full he had pumped me. I wasn't on any birth control, I remembered with a start.
I didn't mind that idea either.
"Well, the storm was a welcome surprise," Mark confessed as he slid his jeans back over his narrow hips. I rolled over and watched him, my naked body slick with our mingled juices. "But otherwise, yeah." He leaned forward and brushed a hasty kiss across my bare shoulder. "I've wanted to fuck you a long time, Chanel. I just had to figure out if you wanted to fuck me too."
"The Bourbon, the cards..." it was all making sense.
"The stripping, yep," he grinned. "I didn't get this rich by leaving things up to chance.
"Any chance you'll fuck me again?" I teased, reaching for my empty Bourbon glass and clinking the ice cubes.
Mark looked down and I shivered as his gaze raked over my naked body. "Oh there's a pretty good chance. Because now that I've got you, I don't plan on letting you go. I'm going to fuck you, over and over again. I'm going to see exactly what it takes to drive you mad with pleasure, sis. I'm not going to rest until you're completely mine. Just like I've always been completely yours."
He grabbed my glass and turned back to the kitchen, leaving me blushing with pleasure and anticipation. No my stepbrother was not normal, but damn was he perfect.
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Step Billionaire
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Step Billionaire
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21-year-old Kayla Taylor has been a bad girl. She’s rebelling against the man of the house, a young billionaire who thinks he can control Kayla’s future by forcing her to take over his company when he’s ready to retire. Kayla has no interest in business, but her passion for illustration isn’t one that can sustain her—not unless she has the funds to do so.
But Carter, the man of the house, would never go for something like that. Not unless he was getting something really, really good out of the deal.
So when Kayla learns he wants a baby, she knows it’s time to play her hand. Carter wants to fuck her sweet virgin body hard and without protection, and knowing the kind of freedom his money can provide her, she’s going to let him.
And after feeling what his billion-dollar hands can do, who could blame her?
WARNING: This story contains a naughty 21-year-old virgin being seduced by her infuriatingly sexy and wealthy stepfather.
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STEP BILLIONAIRE
“You can’t keep doing this!”
Kayla rolled her eyes skyward as she staggered out of the metropolitan police station and toward her stepfather’s long black BMW. It was late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—in that strange twilight hour where the midnight blue turned almost green with the coming of the sun. Usually, Kayla would still be at some exclusive club flashing her black card and ordering the most expensive drinks on the menu, but tonight, things had gone a little more south than she’d intended them to.
Specifically, she’d beat the shit out of some bitch talking shit across the VIP section. She’d smashed her champagne flute right over her head, and even worse, she hadn’t stopped once she saw the blood.
Tired of those fuckin’ skanks, she thought, grabbing the wall to catch herself as she wobbled on her too-high heels. I needed to send a message…
But perhaps that message needn’t have been written in the girl’s blood. Unlike all the other times Kayla had gotten into altercations at various public venues, the staff just couldn’t ignore this one, which had required an ambulance to ensure the girl she’d busted up didn’t have a concussion. That meant the police had shown up, too, and not long afterward, Kayla had found herself in the back of a cruiser and on her way to jail.
Again.
Thankfully, the officers had merely stowed her in the drunk tank, as usual, and called her stepfather, Carter Farthing. That name carried a lot of weight at the metro PD, and pretty much anywhere else Carter went, which also meant that Kayla rarely dealt with any punishment more severe than court mandated therapy sessions and a scolding from both her parents.
She doubted she’d hear from her mother this time. She was off jetting around the world again, leaving Kayla in Carter’s care. That wasn’t terribly unusual, but at twenty-one years old, it was beginning to get a little old.
She had wanted to move out of her stepfather’s estate the day she’d turned eighteen, but that wasn’t something Carter would allow. He treated her like some precious commodity, like another one of his fancy cars or expensive tech toys. He wanted her around to show off. It was part of his image, his status as a billionaire. He was a “family man,” even if Kayla wasn’t technically “his” family.
And without her stepfather’s money, it wasn’t as if she could just pack up and leave. Until she finished college and secured a career, Kayla was doomed to remain at home with Carter and her mother.
That didn’t mean she had to be some goody-two-shoes, though, as tonight—and so many others—had proved.
“Jesus,” her stepfather muttered, quickly pulling open the passenger’s side door to let Kayla collapse inside. She was still drunk. Her head was swimming, and balance had suddenly become a major issue.
“Look at you. This is no way for a young woman to behave.”
“What’s the matter, Daddy?” she sneered. “Are you afraid I’ll embarrass you?”
Carter stared down at her, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked her over. For a moment, his steely gaze caught on her skirt, and when Kayla looked down, she saw that it had hitched up around her upper thighs when she’d sat down. With her legs splayed, her sheer pink panties were completely visible.
Why is he looking at me like that? she wondered as she pulled down the hem, watching Carter avert his gaze. It almost looks like he likes it…
She banished the thought immediately, chalking it up to her inebriated state as she managed to swing her unusually heavy feet into the car. Carter shut the door, walked around to his side, and got in, scowling as he turned a key, the big powerful engine roaring to life.