by Betsy Locke
Brody screamed at the top of his lungs as my head bobbed up and down, taking every inch of him until I almost gagged.
“Stroke me while you suck me off,” Brody said.
I gripped his base and rubbed him while he forced his cock deeper down my throat. His grasp on my hair tightened. He wouldn't be able to last much longer. His cum would be bubbling out of my mouth soon and running down my chin. I wanted to taste all of it.
I picked up speed, sucking on him hard and squeezing his cock in my hand. Brody's breathing quickened.
Here it comes...
Brody pulled out suddenly and I awaited the rush of semen to hit me in the chest and face. He slowly stroked his hard cock, his eyes shut as he tried to bring himself back from the brink.
“That was a close one. You're too good at that. Now turn around and put your palms on the counter.”
I smiled at the order and faced away from Brody. I bent over the kitchen island and placed my hands out in front of me. My breasts were pressed against the cold surface and goosebumps formed on my arms.
Brody's hands slipped around my waist and to my front. He unsnapped my jeans and tugged at them until they were around my ankles along with my panties.
He stepped away to admire me. “I've been waiting for this ass all day.”
“It's all yours. Take it,” I replied.
Brody put one hand on my back and the other on my hip. He clenched my love handle and forced his gigantic cock inside me.
My wet pussy was so slick that he slid right into me. I gasped and grabbed onto the edges of the counter as Brody filled me up to the limit. I wouldn't be able to take anymore.
Brody slammed into me again and again, his hips rocking back and forth. “You're so tight,” he announced.
“Don't stop fucking me!” I cried out.
Brody's hand moved from my back to my shoulder and forced his cock into me harder and deeper than before.
My eyes began to roll into the back of my head. The pleasure was too much to handle. “I'm going to come!”
“Come with me, baby.”
We both found our release at the same moment, my body bucking against Brody. He unloaded inside me, draining his balls until they were completely empty.
That wouldn't be the last orgasm of the night. We were only getting started.
Chapter Six
I awoke the next morning, feeling refreshed. Last night was the best night of rest I'd had in a very long time. It must've been all that vigorous exercise.
Brody spooned me from behind, our limbs entangled. I could feel his flaccid penis pressed against my ass. One hand grasped one of my breasts like it was a stuffed animal.
I settled back against him and closed my eyes. I wanted to stay here forever.
My eyes shot open and I bolted out of bed. “Holy shit! I'm going to be late for work again!” I scoured the floor for my clothes, finding my jeans but not my panties.
Brody woke up and rubbed his tired eyes. “You don't have to work today.”
“What are you talking about?” I yelled at him. “It's Thursday.”
Brody grabbed my hand and stopped me. “My woman is not going to work anymore. Not when she's with me.”
We kissed and I fell back into his arms.
There were certainly benefits when it came to dating a billionaire.
The End
Story Eight
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Description
Hannah is back home and ready to spend some much needed quality time with the guy she has a crush on.
When the man of the house catches them alone in Hannah's bedroom, he's going to have to show her why you can't break the rules.
Chapter One
Coming back home for the summer from college was exactly the vacation I needed.
When I went off to school, my boyfriend and I had mutually agreed to break up. I was going to be on the opposite coast and doing the whole long distance thing was not for me.
I hadn't talked to Christian since the day I moved out.
I always wondered if he was still single or if he still thought about me. I wanted to give him a call and see if he wanted to get coffee or something.
I wasn't looking to get back into a relationship but maybe having a fun night with him wouldn't be so bad.
I scrolled through my phone contacts until I came to the one titled: Don't Call While Drunk. I chuckled a little bit because my little warning had worked. I had gotten drunk plenty of times at parties and I never drunk dialed Christian.
I opened up a text message to him and tried to think of what to say. Everything I typed seemed too needy. In a way, I was.
I really needed to get laid. The last time I had sex was with Christian over a year ago. I thought that college was going to be this crazy time where I experimented and had way too much sex.
I was completely wrong.
I didn't expect to be going to so many classes and doing so much homework. I even had classes on the weekends. I was never able to stay out late and I didn't even get the chance to think about being with a guy.
Now that I had the entire summer off, I wanted to make the most of it.
A knock at my door interrupted me. “Come in,” I said.
My stepfather, Blake, peeked his head in. I had forgotten how much he always used to bug me. I had forgotten how good he looked in tight white t-shirts.
Blake and I never used to get along and I think some of that was because I always used to have a crush on him. Until I met Christian.
“How are you doing, Hannah?”
I slipped my phone under my thigh. “I'm doing okay.”
Blake walked into my room and started rummaging through the stuff on my desk. I jumped off the bed and took the snow globe of Paris out of his hands.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to a movie tomorrow night? Or whatever you want. We should spend some time together since you've been gone for so long,” Blake said.
“I'd love to but I have plans with friends already.” That wasn't entirely true yet since I hadn't talked to anybody yet but it could be true. To be honest, I couldn't imagine what Blake and I would do together.
I mean there was something I'd like him to do to me but that was totally out of the realm of possibility. I needed to get those types of thoughts out of my head.
More importantly I needed to get Christian over here so he could fuck me already.
“Well I'm going to get dinner going soon. How does macaroni and cheese from scratch sound?” Blake asked.
I could already taste the cheesiness in my mouth. It had been so long since I had some true home cooking. The college cafeteria didn't have the best food. “Only if you add the bread crumbs on top and bake it.”
Blake smiled and nodded. He left me alone and I went straight back to my phone. I decided to go with the simple text of want to get some coffee soon. I wasn't going to waste time asking him how he's been or apologizing for not talking to him for so long.
I received a text back almost immediately.
Christian: I can't tonight but how about I come over tomorrow night?
He was always straight to the point when we were dating and it seems that nothing had changed.
I sent him a text back with the time he should come over. Christian replied asking if I wanted him to come through the window.
Blake used to have a rule of no guys in my room with me alone. That never stopped Christian from climbing the tree outside my bedroom. I should be too old for that rule now but I told Christian to come through the window just to be safe.
I joined Blake downstairs for our macaroni and cheese dinner. The smell brought me back to the old days when things seemed so much easier.
I
sat down at the dinner table and scooped out a generous helping from the steaming hot pot. “I'm starving,” I told Blake.
“Well don't wait for me. But I have a little surprise for us.” Blake went back into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
I didn't wait for him to return and shoveled the pasta into my mouth. “Mmm. This tastes so fucking good.”
Blake came back holding two beers in his hands. “I thought we could kick back and have a little fun tonight.”
My eyes lit up. This was the first time my stepfather had ever asked to drink with me. I'd had plenty of alcohol in college but this was different.
Tonight was going to be interesting.
Chapter Two
Three beers later and I found myself on the couch watching some stupid action movie with Blake on the couch. I didn't really care what movie we watched because my buzz was going to carry me through anything.
“Want another one?” Blake asked, standing up and walking to the kitchen.
“Wow. I don't know if I should. I haven't drank this much in a long time.” My head was swimming with beer.
“One more won't hurt,” he replied.
“Okay one more.” I raised my index finger up. “But only one more!” He could've offered me an entire bottle of whiskey and I probably would've said yes.
Blake returned with beers with the top already popped off. I took a sip and knew immediately that I was going to hit my limit if I went any further. I didn't want to blow chunks all over the nice white couch.
I had reached my limit a couple of times during college and I wasn't a fan. I spent an entire day hugging a porcelain toilet, puking my guts out. I never wanted to experience feeling that sick again in my life.
That's why I always stopped when I got too close to the edge. I had gotten pretty good at knowing where that line was.
The credits for the movie began to scroll across the screen. Blake sat close to me on the couch, staring right at me with his clear blue eyes.
“Did you do something to your hair since the last time I saw you?” His finger played with a stray piece that was laying across my face and tucked it behind my ear. His fingers brushed against my skin and a shock went through me.
“I colored it a little darker than usual.”
“You've never colored it before. What made you want to do it now?”
I shrugged not being able to make eye contact with him. I don't know what it was about him. His piercing eyes or that little bit of stubble that hugged his jawline. A warmness grew between my thighs and I didn't know if it was Blake doing that or the alcohol.
“I just needed a change. I didn't want to go too crazy. Do you like it?”
His eyes passed over my lips and I inhaled sharply. What was happening?
“I think it looks beautiful,” he replied.
I don't know what came over me. All of the sudden, I found myself kissing Blake. And he was kissing me back!
I wanted to recoil in disgust when I realized what I was doing but it felt so good. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue touching mine. Blake's hand clenched my arm and I moaned into his mouth.
Shame and guilt set in and I broke away, touching my lips like they had been burnt. I had done something very forbidden. “I'm sorry, I have to go,” I said, getting off the couch and running to my bedroom.
Blake tried to stop me. “It's all right, Hannah.”
I ignored him and closed my door, locking it just to make sure. I leaned back against the door and clutched my heaving chest. My pulse was pounding in my head. I kept my eyes closed and tried to forget what just happened.
How could I be so stupid?
I had to blame it on the beer. It had impaired my decision making. I stumbled over to my bed and crashed into it. My head was throbbing and so was the need between my legs.
Why did that kiss have to be so good? Flashes of Blake's shirtless body ran through my head like lightning. I slapped my forehead as hard as I could to try and get myself to stop thinking about Blake.
What was wrong with me?
I knew I just had to forget all about it. If I acted like it never happened then maybe I could make it through this summer without another incident happening.
Christian could help me with that. I only needed to get fucked really good. Just once and I think that would solve all my problems.
It was best to just go to bed and let a brand new day wash away my sins.
I lay in bed with the lights off and tossing and turning. My body was still coursing with adrenaline. There was no way I'd be able to fall asleep any time soon.
I had to release all this pent up frustration the only way I knew how.
I remembered that first time with Christian in the back seat of his red Camaro. We had only been dating for two weeks but I knew it was time.
He wasn't very experienced and acted like every part of my body was a thing to be worshiped. And I loved it.
I slipped my hand under the covers and down my panties. My fingers found my sensitive clit and a rush of pleasure washed over me. I imagined Christian with his shirt off, pumping in and out of me, his face scrunched in concentration.
Blake burst into my mind with his big cock and sweaty chest. I quickly stopped rubbing myself down there and pulled my hand out of the covers.
I sighed heavily. It was no use.
Chapter Three
I did my best to ignore Blake the next day. He seemed to have the same idea as me so we never really crossed paths.
I knew that things would blow over soon. Once I was with Christian, I would forget all about him. I only hoped that Blake would forget about me too.
I don't think I could go the entire summer with Blake trying to get into my pants. I wouldn't be able to resist him.
Eight o' clock came around and Christian should be tapping on my window within an hour. I had spent most of the day trying to figure out what to wear for tonight. Christian knew the reason he was coming over tonight so I didn't need to be coy with what I was wearing.
I chose a tight black top with spaghetti straps and a black bra that pushed my big boobs so high that they were almost choking me. A short white skirt would give Christian the immediate access that I hoped he would need.
I spent the rest of the time making sure my makeup was absolutely perfect. I wanted to look better than he remembered me.
A knock on my window interrupted me. I could see Christian straddling a branch, trying not to fall down.
I ran to the window and opened it for him. The cold night air flew right under my skirt and goosebumps formed up and down my legs.
“I didn't remember it being this high up,” Christian said, gripping the tree tight and looking down at the ground.