A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother 2

by Cassandra Zara

  I licked at him teasingly, loving the grimace of pleasure on his face, then took him in my mouth.

  I started shallow and slow, letting the flat of my tongue curl and rub under his velvety ridge, tugging on him gently with my mouth. I took my hand from his shaft and laid it palm down on his hard stomach, only holding him by his plum-shaped balls now, letting my sucking mouth provide the pleasure on its own.

  I looked up at him earnestly, wanting to see his pleasure in his face. His eyes stared back, full of passionate fire. I could feel the tension in his abs under my hand, and see the muscles flexed in his arms, as if he were ready to leap from the bed and fuck me hard at a moments' notice. But he stayed still and let me have my way with him for a little while.

  I decided to reward him for being such a good boy. I slid further down his legs, giving myself enough room for what I was about to do. I glanced up at him once more, and without taking my eyes form him slowly took him deeper, until the leaking head of his cock pressed the soft palate at the back of my mouth. I squeezed his balls gently and forced myself further down, until his head slid past my gag reflex. I heaved, feeling the walls of my throat squeeze his hardness as I gagged. I held myself there, slurping and choking on his length, for as long as I could take it. When I finally lifted myself off of him I coughed and wiped away the thick strings of spittle that still tied my mouth to his throbbing cock.

  “Well?” I asked, coughing and wiping away the tears that had welled in my eyes.

  “That was pretty good, I guess,” he said.

  My jaw dropped. I had never deep throated a guy before, and now I might never do it again.

  He seemed to sense that he had said the wrong thing. “But I’d like it better if you’d put that little pussy on my face while you did it.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Nice recovery,” I said, and before I could obey he leaned forward, pulling me up so he could grab me by the waist and hurry me into position, my legs straddling his head. I could feel his hot breath on my slick and puffy folds, still engorged from being fucked so roughly over the back of the couch.

  “Let’s see who comes first,” he said.

  “It's not a race, Jayyyyyyy...” I said, my voice rising to a squeak as he began. He ran the flat part of his tongue from my clit to my perineum. I squeezed my butt cheeks tight as his tongue came so near my other hole, the surprising sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through my core as his tongue laved my swollen lips.

  He struck my butt cheek with a playful smack that made me yelp, then groaned into my pussy. “Are you going to suck that cock or just look at it?”

  I descended on him, mad with lust and desire. It was difficult to focus with his mouth licking and sucking at my pussy. He slipped fingers in and out of my wet folds, his moans sending little vibrations through me. I felt myself softening, getting unbelievable wet for him. My hips ground down on their own, until his chin pressed hard against my clit. The pressure provided some relief, but what I craved desperately was for him to put his big cock deep inside of me again.

  He spanked my ass again, hard enough to make me cry out in pain. I realized I had stopped sucking him. I put my mouth on him, mindlessly choking myself on his cock now, slurping and moaning loudly, too distracted as he brought my own pleasure to a crest to be subtle or skilled. I cried out, squeezing his cock with both hands. I went down on him with all my strength as I orgasmed over his lapping tongue, my pussy clenching and quivering as he licked the juices from my oversensitive lips.

  “Down,” he grunted, pushing my hips. I slid myself along his chest until I laid between his legs, my head between his feet. My breasts pressed against his legs, and I knew that he must enjoy that sensation.

  I felt his cock at my entrance. I tried to grind into him, to take him. I could feel his want, his need. “Do you want this cock, Allie?”

  I looked back at him, seeing his lust. I was full of raw desire as well, and I needed that cock inside of me. My body ached to have that cock inside of me. “I want it so bad, James...”

  I heard him growl, and a second later he was pushing past my folds and inside of me. I put my head back between his legs, my tits resting on his feet. The ache of being stretched so hard was sweet. I began to grind my hips down on him, making his head rub little circles all over inside of me.

  I lifted my hips, squeezing his cock with my little pussy as I rode him up and down, crying out as the swells of pleasure literally made my legs shake. I felt his hands grip my petite ass, his fingers digging hard into the soft flesh there as he urged me up and down harder and harder, forcing more and more of himself inside of me with every downward thrust of my hips. I felt him spreading me, watching my ass and pussy as I bounced.

  I felt as his thumb began to stray toward my asshole. I had never let a man take me there before, but at that moment I was so full of lust that it would have been difficult to stop him. As he brushed his thumb over my asshole, I felt my whole body contract. I didn't know if it was to keep him out or because what he did turned me on, though.

  As he continued to rub ever so lightly, I knew that I didn't really want to stop him. If he wanted to fuck me there as well, I would allow him. In fact, I would relish every moment. Like I did everything he did.

  “You like that, don't you? You want me to fuck you there, too?” he asked.

  The arrogance had crept back into his voice, and now that I had been asked, I definitely didn't want to say yes. At least not right now. I looked back at him and batted my eyelashes. “I think the hole you're fucking right now feels pretty nice, don't you?”

  He seemed to get the message loud and clear. “Absolutely,” he agreed. His hands went back to my ass cheeks, spreading me wider as he began thrusting into me even harder. I fell forward onto his legs again and hugged them as he went deeper inside of me. It felt absolutely amazing.

  Suddenly, he pulled out of me, then moved his legs out from under me. I fell to the bed, then started to turn over to see what he had planned. A forceful hand on my shoulder pinned me to the bed.

  “Don't. Fucking. Move.”

  I moaned as he took charge, putting me exactly where he wanted me. As I laid face down on the bed, I felt him position himself over me, his hand never leaving my shoulder. I was pinned. His cock moved between my ass cheeks, and for a moment, I thought he was going to fuck my ass anyway. However, his huge dick found my pussy, and he slid into me easily.

  As I felt my body stretch to accommodate him, I knew I had never been fuller. I cried out, struggling against his grip, but not in an attempt to get away. I wanted more. With every thrust, he used my small body to satisfy his own primal urges. I could hear him grunting behind me, and my own involuntary moans let both of us know how well he was doing.

  He lowered himself down to me, and his muscular chest made contact with every inch of my back. I shuddered with pleasure as he lowered his lips to my ear. “You've been dreaming of this since the day you met me, haven't you?”

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly.

  “This is your dream come true, sis,” he said. He moved his hand that was on my shoulder to my hair and scrunched it up, pulled gently. “Your stepbrother fucking you until you come is your dream come true.”

  I didn't know what it was he did, but I felt the wave of pleasure begin to rise inside of me. When he moved a hand under my neck, I knew it was all over. Without even squeezing, he let me know exactly who was in control. I wanted him in control. His thrusts seemed to intensify.

  “Come for me, Allie.”

  “I'm gonna... I'm gonna come,” I whimpered. My voice was raw with emotion and lust.

  With that, he increased his efforts, spreading me even wider. I felt his cock swell as I heard his grunts intensify. I began to writhe, my expression turning from one of pleasure to one of pain as I desperately tried to crest over the hill of my orgasm.

  James took care of that for me. “Are you ready for my cum?” he asked.

  The thought of him filling my body with even m
ore of his semen accelerated my orgasm. “God. James. Yes.” I didn't know if I was having a divine orgasm or if I was actually calling James my Adonis, god of fucking me.

  I felt my body open up, felt my muscles relax as I experienced what must have been the most powerful orgasm in my life. I even giggled in the middle of it, concentrating on what must be the most pleasure of my life. It was heaven on earth and then some. I felt his cock turn more rigid.

  “Come inside me,” I cried out. “I want you to fill my pussy with your cum!”

  He groaned as my little body writhed underneath him. Just as he was giving me exactly what I wanted, I was giving him what he wanted as well. And with a final powerful thrust of his hips into my pinned body, he let loose. I could feel him, buried so deep inside of me, spurting and twitching as he emptied his lust inside of me, his cum filling my little womb for the third time today. I cried out, delirious with pleasure and lust. I had never been so powerfully aroused in my whole life as when I felt his cum filling my pussy.

  As he slowed, I felt his cock twitching inside of me. He let go of my hair and neck, putting his hands on either side of me. I began to clench and unclench my ass cheeks, milking his balls for every last drop of seed that they could give me. He shuddered and moaned as I coaxed every last bit of him out. And why not? I don't think I could expect him to go more than three times in a single day, and I wanted to fill my body with his semen.

  When he finally stopped twitching, I slowly rose up, his cock still snug inside of me. I turned around and smiled at him, grinding my hips teasingly as he softened within me.

  “Come here,” he growled, reaching up and grabbing me by the neck. He pulled me in for a long, hard kiss as I arched my back.

  I kissed him back, reaching back and running my hands through his hair in gentle strokes as he nipped and licked at my lips, until finally I was too tired to kiss and lay down exhausted and sweating. He didn't collapse against me, instead dragging his fingers in a long caress up and down my back.

  Finally, he pulled out of me and laid down with his head on the pillow. I gave a little whimper as my body felt empty once again, but then I laid my head down on his chest, letting him play with my hair a little bit.

  I listened to him breathe, my head rising and falling, until the gaps between each breath was longer, and each breath fell deeper, and he was asleep. I tried to sleep myself, but couldn’t. My mind raced away. I wondered at the seed that even now still seeped from inside of me.

  I had spent all day, ever since our first encounter, excited by the idea of being pregnant. However, at this post-coital moment, without the hot roar of pleasure, I was terrified. What if I did get pregnant? What if I really did have James’s little baby already growing inside of me?

  What then?

  And as I wondered, I realized something else. I had never really told him what I wanted to say. In his office he cut me short, and when he got home he had grabbed hold of me so fiercely I could barely say hello. And then afterward I had been so drunk on his beauty and his body and his cum that I had forgotten everything else.

  I had never told him that I wanted anything more than sex.

  It felt like hours passed as my daydreams turned to long lists of worries and doubts. But finally my exhaustion was too much to fight, and my eyes closed, heavy with certain sleep. I would talk to him in the morning. I would put it all clear in the morning. I slept.

  Chapter Seven

  The light was too bright. I opened my eyes, blinking at the ceiling that glowed above me. I hadn’t realized in the darkness, but the walls didn’t go all the way up, and the light from the huge and bare windows glared into the apartment above me. I pulled the pillow over my head, wanting to block out the light and sleep for just a little bit longer.

  I reached for James, and when I didn’t feel him, I pulled my head from the pillow and listened. The house was quiet. I could hear the low drone of cars on the street below, an errant car horn or barking dog, so softened by the thick windows as to be almost imperceptible.

  I slid my legs from the bed and put my feet on the floor, and as I sat up I felt every part of my body cry out in protest. I felt tight and sore everywhere, but especially between my legs. It was a sweet ache, but a painful one. I wondered if it was his size that had done it, or maybe the multiple orgasms. It was the first time I ever came on a man while he was inside of me.

  I went to the bathroom and when I finished, rinsed my face. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I looked like absolute hell. Not even worth trying to fix until after a hot shower. But first I wanted to see James.

  I let the bedroom naked, immediately hearing his voice as I walked through the threshold. He was yelling at someone over the phone. I saw him sitting at the table, punching keys at a laptop as he spoke on the phone. I stood in the door frame and watched as he did his magic.

  “I told you I needed that on my desk today, not next Monday.” He listened. “No, no, we can't afford to get rid of him yet, but I'm sick of this amateur bullshit.” Again, he listened. “I know that he's saved us in the past, but he has got to learn that a deadline is a deadline. Listen, I don't care what you have to do, but-” He finally noticed me standing there, looking at him while naked. His eyes grew wide for a moment as he did a once-over on me, and it made me blush. “Look, I have to let you go, but I trust that you'll have this taken care of by the time I get into the office.” He hung up his phone and put it on the table.

  “That sounded important,” I said.

  He laughed. “Nothing I haven't dealt with a hundred times before. It's so hard to get good help these days.” He gave me another once-over, then gestured to the stove. “There's coffee on the burner, good stuff from Columbia. Please help yourself.”

  I smiled and walked over there. “If you have to put out a fire at work today, I'll be fine.”

  He looked at me quizzically. “Of course I'm going into work today. What did you think, that I'd sit here and play guitar for you all day? And besides, you probably have to be getting back to school, don't you?”

  My jaw dropped a little bit. His tone was callous. “Well, yeah, some time, but I thought I'd stay here a little longer.”

  He raised an eyebrow at me. “What do you mean, Allie? You can't stay around here. The tabloids would eat me alive if they knew I was fucking my stepsister.”

  I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not “dating my stepsister”, not “going out with my stepsister”, not “becoming the father of my stepsister's children”. No, he looked at this as nothing more than fucking.

  “But, I thought...” I trailed off.

  For a moment, I saw a look genuine concern in his eyes, but then the usual cockiness came right back. “Look, Allie. I'm glad you came, I really am. This was something that we both needed to get out of our systems. I definitely enjoyed it, but I consider that IOU paid with interest.”

  The IOU. I had forgotten all about it. The text popped up in my head, practically mocking me.

  TO ALLIE

  FROM JAMES

  Merry Christmas!

  IOU one present

  “Merry Christmas, sis. Four years late, but I guarantee I'll never miss giving you a present again,” he said.

  I was practically shell shocked. “We need to talk about this,” I said in the smallest voice I ever heard myself use.

  He looked away, toward the window. “I thought we just did talk about this,” he said. He looked back toward me. “Now, get some clothes on. I'll give you a ride to the airport. I've already taken the liberty of buying you a plane ticket back to New York.”

  My knees started getting shaky. I had never had a chance to tell him how I really felt. He had no idea that I had pined for him all these years. He had no idea that every man I had ever slept with, I had imagined being with him. He had no idea that I wasn't on birth control and that I wanted to bear his children. By buying me a plane ticket out of there, he was showing me exactly what part he wanted me to play in his life.

  I kne
w that I shouldn't show emotion, but I felt like if I bottled it up any longer, I might actually faint. The tears began to flow as I screamed. “I don't want your fucking plane ticket, James.”

  He sighed deeply, like a big brother lecturing a little sister. “Allie-”

  “No, you know what?” I stormed out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom, grabbing my purse and storming back. “Here's the money you gave me yesterday.” I sheepishly realized that I had broken one of the hundred dollar bills. “Well, $195 of it anyway. I bought a coffee at your stupid shop. I don't need it, and I don't need you.” I wadded up the bills and threw them at him, only they only made it like a foot before they floated impotently to the floor. I was in such a rage that I hardly cared.

  “Allie!” he yelled.

  “I'll find my own way home, thank you very much.” I crossed my arms and wished to heaven I wasn't naked. I just didn't sound competent without clothes on.

  James crossed the difference between us in an instant. “Allie!” he shouted at me. For a moment, I thought he was going to slap some sense into me like an old movie, but he just looked at me with those beautiful green eyes of his.

  “I don't want your stupid plane ticket,” I repeated, only now I sounded like a sullen child.

  He put his hands on my shoulders and shook his head. “I know you're mad right now. But this could never work out. You know that.” He held me close to himself, hugging me for a moment.

  I knew he was right. I knew that of all the people in all the world, the last person I should be hugging naked was my stepbrother. We were siblings. We weren't supposed to be lovers. But that didn't change the way I felt. It didn't change the fact that I ached to bare his children and that more than anything, I wanted him to want me.

  He gave me a squeeze and laughed. “Remember when I told you to take the bus home instead of giving you a ride myself, back in high school?”