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by Knight, Natalie

  I break the kiss.

  “What are you doing?” I ask. I’m out of breath.

  Keagan doesn’t look as flustered as I am. His pupils are dilated, lips parted.

  “Kissing you,” he whispers, sending shivers down my spine in the most delicious way.

  I don’t know what to say to that. Keagan leans into me again. His lips touch mine, and this time, I don’t hesitate. Somewhere at the back of my mind, a little voice tells me I’m doing something I probably shouldn’t, but the way he’s kissing me sets my body on fire. I’m melting in my panties. I’m getting wetter—so much fucking wetter—hotter, and the wine in my system pushes all the worries out of my mind.

  All I can think about is him. He fills my sense, leaving room for nothing else.

  I lift my hand and push my fingers into Keagan’s hair. He groans into my mouth. His hand slips down my neck, his fingers fluttering over my skin. He thumbs my collarbone, and then his hand is on my chest, sliding to my breast.

  Oh, God.

  I feel like I might spontaneously combust. I’m hot and wet and ready, and my body screams for more. Keagan hasn’t even touched me yet.

  My breasts tingle, and my nipples tighten with anticipation. A moment later, his hand is on my breast, massaging skillfully.

  Keagan’s breathing becomes shallow and erratic. He gasps into my mouth. It’s like he’s finally allowed to touch me. Like he’s always wanted to.

  I push the thought out of my mind. I stop thinking all together.

  My hand wanders down his body and into his lap. I rest my palm on his cock, and he’s hard—so fucking hard—through his jeans. When I rub him through the thick material, he groans again.

  “Fuck, Dana. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  “What?” I mumble against his lips, not believing what I’m hearing. Is my lust addled brain making hear things now?

  He shakes his head without breaking the kiss and reaches for the hem of my shirt. He pulls it up over my breasts, and his hands land on my bra.

  I break the kiss.

  “Keagan. Really?” I ask, gaping at him. “For how long?”

  His eyes are a dark blue, like the ocean, and he licks his lips. He nods slowly, opening his mouth to speak.

  “This is a bad idea,” I say, cutting him off before he can say anything and shaking my head. I start pulling back my hand from his cock, but he stops me, pressing my hand down with his.

  “Don’t fucking think about it,” he says.

  He moves his hips, grinding himself against my hand. I gasp. I want him so bad. I’m crazy horny, I’m wet, and I want him to keep going. I don’t ever want to stop.

  My shirt is still up over my breasts. He leans into me again. This time, I give in.

  I close the distance and kiss him. I move my hand on his cock again.

  I want this.

  I’ve always wanted this, if I’m being honest.

  And now that I’m getting a taste, I don’t know if I’ll be satisfied until I get it all.

  Keagan

  Everything about Dana is so much fucking better than I always imagined it to be.

  Her tongue is hot and slick when I taste her. Sweet. Her lips are soft. Dana is a fucking amazing kisser. She’s had a lot of practice, from what I can tell. Or maybe she’s just a natural.

  I like the latter idea better. The first makes me feel a possessiveness that I don’t understand.

  When I start taking off her clothes, she lets me. My cock throbs in my pants. I’m so hard, I can barely restrain myself. I ache for her. I want to rip her clothes right off her body.

  All I can think about is getting her naked and underneath me so I can finally fuck her, hard and fast like I’ve fantasized about a million fucking times.

  When I peel away her clothes bit by bit, her body is revealed, and it’s even better than in my fantasies. Her tits are just a little bigger than I can cup in my hand. I unclasp her bra and pull it off her shoulders. Dana arches her back, pushing out her chest. Her nipples are dark and rosy, and the rest of her body is covered with smooth, milky skin.

  Fuck.

  I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth. She moans softly when I do, and the sound tugs at my core, my cock twitching in response.

  Her nipple is erect in my mouth, a little nub that I flick my tongue over. I massage her other tit with my hand, finding the nipple and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.

  I’m grinding my cock against her leg, dry humping her. Jesus. But I can’t fucking help myself. I can’t contain myself. She’s making me lose control.

  Dana pulls my shirt up, and I stop long enough for her to pull it over my head and toss it aside. Her hands slide onto my back, and she curls her fingers so her nails graze me. I groan, a new wave of lust flowing through me.

  Fuck, is this really happening?

  With a guttural moan, I wrap my arm around her lower back and pull her toward me so she moves away from the boxes.

  She lies down on the carpet. Exactly what I wanted. I unbutton her jeans, unzip them, and pull them down. She’s wearing a lace G-string. Her legs are long and smooth. When I tug at her panties, her scent reaches my nostrils. The smell of her sex tugs at my cock, and I’m overpowered by lust.

  I rip the panties down her legs, and then she’s completely bare in front of me.

  Holy fucking hell. She’s like a fucking angel. Better than I ever imagined.

  When I look at her face, her lips are parted, and her pupils are dilated. Her chest rises and falls with her breath. She’s a vision, a goddess, lying in front of me without any reserve.

  I have to have her. I crave her. Fucking need her. Like my whole fucking existence hinges on it.

  I put my hand on her neck and slide it slowly down her breastbone. She arches her back and trembles when I do. I slide my hand down further, over her abdomen to the apex of her thighs. I touch her between her legs, and she gasps. She opens her legs for me a little, and I slip my fingers into her slit. She gasps again.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet,” I say.

  “I know,” she whispers, her eyes wide as if he can’t believe we’re doing this, but so full of lust that it’s clear she doesn’t want me to stop.

  Good.

  I can smell her. The sweet scent drives me crazy. I slide my fingers up and down her slit. She jerks whenever I slide over her clit, and it’s all I can do not to drive my cock into her, balls deep, right this fucking second.

  She reaches for my jeans and tugs at the buckle, managing to undo it with one hand. When she has my pants undone, she pulls them open and pulls down my boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. She pulls me free from my underwear to have easier access and slides her hand down and back up.

  I lean over and kiss her again. My tongue slides into her mouth, and she kisses me back. Her hand slides up and down my cock, and she’s making it hard for me to concentrate on what I’m doing to her. I slide my hand down and push a finger into her. She gasps against my lips.

  I pump my finger in and out of her. She’s so wet, I slip in and out with ease. After a few strokes, I add another finger. She opens her legs wider to give me more access, and I pump my hand faster, sliding my fingers in and out of her.

  Her hand pumps up and down faster on my cock, and it’s getting hard to think. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her fingers are fucking magic. I move my hips, bucking with her as she jacks me off.

  I lean my bare chest onto her, feeling her tits against my overheated skin. Her nipples are hard. I move my head to her neck and kiss and lick her, nibbling on the skin a bit.

  I can feel an orgasm building slowly, my balls tightening. If I want to carry this through to actually fucking her, and God knows that’s exactly what I fucking want, she has to stop. Like right the fuck now.

  “Stop, baby,” I whisper hoarsely in her ear. “You’re going to make me come before we do anything.”

  She stops moving, resting her hand on my cock.

 
; “God, I want to fuck you so badly,” I say in her ear. She rolls onto her side a little, pressing her pussy harder against my hand.

  “How badly do you want me?” she asks.

  I groan. “You have no idea,” I say in a throaty voice. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years.”

  She gasps, and I can’t tell if it’s because of my words or what I’m doing with my fingers.

  “You’re still wearing your boxers,” she says.

  I stop fingering her and nod. I roll away from her and work my pants and my boxers down my legs before I kick them away. I’m naked and hard, my cock straining, eager for her.

  “Tell me what you want,” I say to her.

  Her blue eyes are big and boring into mine, her lips parted. She licks them with that soft pink tongue, and I swallow hard. I reach for her mouth, pressing my fingers against her lower lips. She dips her chin, taking a finger into her mouth and sucking on the tip of it. Her mouth is hot and wet around my finger, and I can just imagine her doing it to my cock.

  Jesus Christ. I groan.

  “Tell me what you want,” I order again. I want to hear her say it. I want her to say the words I’ve wanted to hear from her for as long as I can remember.

  She lets go of my finger.

  “I want you to fuck me, Keagan,” she says, her voice strong and sure. Holy hell. My name in her mouth as she tells to fuck her sounds sexy as fuck.

  “God, I want you, too,” I say.

  I roll onto her. Her thighs fall open for me, and I position myself between them. I press my head against her entrance.

  “You’re sure?” I ask in a moment of clarity, where my conscience gets the better for me.

  Shit. Why do I have to go and be all chivalrous now of all times? What if she changes her mind?

  She arches her back and closes her eyes.

  “Just do it, Keagan. God, you’re driving me crazy.”

  Thank fuck. I grin.

  “Do what?” I want to hear her say it again.

  “Fuck me,” she says in a throaty voice.

  I’ve waited my whole fucking life to hear her beg me to fuck her. And here it is. The moment I’ve dreamed of for as long as I’ve known what it meant to want to fuck. She’s been the one I’ve always wanted and could never have.

  And she’s begging me, arching her hips toward my cock, her soaked pussy opening for me.

  I smile and push my cock into her, so fucking slowly I can barely stand it. I groan as I continue to slide into her.

  Fuck. She’s so wet.

  She gasps and moans, her pussy clamping and massaging my cock as I fill her. Until I’m in to the hilt. Balls deep. She’s so fucking tight, it’s all I can do not to come right away.

  “Fuck, Dana, you’re tight like a virgin,” I say.

  She smiles at me and bites her lip in a teasing way that’s sexy as hell. “Maybe you’re just a big boy.”

  There’s nothing like a woman stroking a man’s ego the way she’s doing right now. I shut my mouth and pull out so just the tip is inside her, before I push into her again. Harder this time.

  She cries out. I do it again, pulling out and pushing back into her. She moans again, and I pick up my pace, pushing and pulling, thrusting harder and harder. Faster and faster.

  Her tits jiggle whenever I slam into her, and her moans and gasps match my rhythm.

  I fuck her harder and harder, thrusting into her before I pull out. She cries out, her moans echoing through the almost empty house.

  This is like everything I’ve ever fantasized about, but a million fucking times better. Her face is orgasmic, her tits are a vision, her body is perfect, and she feels better than anything I could ever have imagined. She sure as shit feels a lot better than my hand always did when I fantasized about fucking her like this.

  I pound into her like a jackhammer, and she’s moaning, and I swear I’m stuck in a goddamn dream. This is too good to be true.

  Her body is pinned beneath mine. I lean forward, lying on top of her, bracing my weight with my elbows on either side of her head. I feel her tits press against my chest. Her breath is hard and rhythmic in my ear, in time with our fucking. I take her earlobe between my teeth, and she shudders beneath me.

  “Keagan,” she says in a breathy voice, and I smile.

  It’s not a scream, but my name is on her lips and she sounds like a fucking angel. I’ve fantasized about this countless nights on end, my fingers wrapped around my own dick, coming so fucking hard at the mere thought.

  Now that it’s happening, it takes everything just to hold back my own orgasm. I want to come, to fill her up with my hot, milky cream.

  I push up again, making space between us. I glance down at her tits before looking at my cock entering her and pulling out again. I’m slick with her juices, and the sight of her hips splayed out for me is fucking unreal.

  I balance on one arm, pulling my knee up a bit to keep my balance as I keep thrusting and slide my hands between our merging bodies. I find her clit with my thumb. When I do, she gasps, and her eyes shoot open, finding mine.

  I rub her clit in circles as best I can. My rhythm is a little frantic because of me pumping into her, needing to feel her come, her pussy clench around my cock. She opens her mouth, and she’s gasping and moaning, so I’m doing something right.

  She’s moving closer and closer to the edge. I can see it by the way her eyes roll back in her head. Her lips are parted, and she’s moaning and whimpering louder now. My name is on her lips again, and it’s enough to push me over the edge as well.

  I don’t, though. I’m proud my self-control. I want to keep fucking her as long as I can. I want my cock buried deep inside her for fucking ever.

  Dana’s hands are on my shoulders, and she slides one had up to my neck and then my cheeks. She touches my face; her eyes are on mine, and I’m struggling to read the expression on her face. Other than pure erotic bliss, of course.

  She licks her lips and swallows before she opens her mouth again, continuing to breathe hard. I slow my pace right down, letting her focus on what I’m doing to her clit.

  She produces a throaty groan, and I feel her walls twitch, a precursor to an orgasm where her body will clench down on mine and milk my cock for all it’s worth.

  I torture her for a while, slowly moving in and out of her body, drawing circles around her clit, pushing her to the limit. The change in pace allows me to gain control over my own orgasm as well.

  Dana moves her hands onto my chest and feels my pecs. I work out every morning, and I know I have the body of a fucking model. I know that I look good.

  She bites her lip again, and I grin. Her hands slide down my abs and onto my ribs, and I flinch. She slides her hands onto my back and pulls against me. Her legs wrap around my hips.

  She wants more. She wants me to pick up my pace, to ram into her again, harder and harder. Her eagerness is intoxicating.

  And who am I to say no?

  I let go of her clit and pick up my pace again, pumping into her. My hips pound against her, burying my cock inside her wetness again and again.

  My balls slap against her ass, and the sound of our sex fills the room, providing the soundtrack for the night.

  Dana

  Keagan is better than anyone I’ve ever had. Maybe it’s because of the thrill and the danger of it all. Fucking your stepbrother is supposed to be taboo. But I liked him before my parents met, and apparently, he’s felt the same way all this time.

  Or, judging by the way he came onto me, kissing me and instigating sex like it’s all he thinks about, it’s been on his mind even more than on mine.

  I’m not complaining. In fact, I can’t even think straight enough to wonder about what we’re doing and why. I’m lost in the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of me. His grunts and my moans fill the room in harmony to the slick sound of our sex and the slapping sound of him hammering into me.

  He’s stroking me in all the right places. His cock slides pasts my G-spot again an
d again, pushing me into a state of bliss. With his thumb, he’s working magic on my clit. The orgasm he’s building deep inside of me tightens my core. The pending ecstasy has my body jerking and spasming already.

  I’m aching for a release, lust overpowering me as Keagan plows into me. All I can think about is that I want him to come inside of me. Some animalistic part of me wants him to claim me.

  He keeps it up on my clit, his thumb rocking back and forth in the little space he has between his pubic bone and mine. Keagan’s fingers are rough, despite a job that’s not physical, and the friction is driving me crazy.

  My breathing comes harder and faster, interrupted when I spasm a little and my breath hitches in my throat. I keep my eyes closed most of the time, getting lost in the bliss of our sex. When I open my eyes, Keagan’s blue eyes are on mine. He’s watching my face, and he has a look of satisfaction on his features.

  “You’re so hot,” he says. I can’t concentrate on formulating a response. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

  I nod. Keagan keeps at it, pushing into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Slowly, the orgasm builds. My muscles clench, my body goes numb in all the right places, and my skin is on fire. Keagan leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth, letting him enter me with his tongue again. He tastes like pure pleasure. He licks my lips with the tip of his tongue and plants feather light kisses on my mouth.

  I moan. I want to orgasm. I need that release.

  Keagan removes his hand, and I look at him. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to push me over the edge so I can fall into the abyss. I want him to keep at it until I fall apart beneath.

  Keagan stops pounding and pulls slowly out of me. My pussy throbs. I want him back.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  I arch my back, slide my hands over my abdomen and down toward my hips. My body needs the release. My need is so bad it hurts.

  “Get on top of me,” Keagan commands and rolls off me, lying on his back next to me.