The discomfort turned into a weird type of gratification. I wanted him to hit me more. I wanted to feel all those crazy sensations mixed together.
But Stephen had moved on. He was ready for me now.
By the way my pussy was drenching the sheets. I was ready for him also.
Stephen took up position behind me. He slid his bare cock between my ass, collecting my wetness along his shaft. “You feel so good,” Stephen said.
“I can't take this teasing, fuck me now.”
Stephen pulled away. I tried to move my ass backwards to find him but he was too far. “You need to learn to be patient, Ruby.”
“But I need you now.”
Stephen shoved one finger into my greedy pussy. “Sometimes the anticipation is the best part.”
One finger was good enough but then he slid in a second. And then a third. He stuffed me with his hand and glided in and out with ease thanks to my natural lubrication.
My legs and ass tensed up. Heaven just got a little closer to Earth. I let everything go and found my release. I clenched around his hand while I came hard.
Stephen took his hand out of me and tasted each individual finger. He savored my wetness, licking every bit off his hand. “You taste so good, Ruby.”
“Please fuck me now, Stephen. I need your big cock inside me.”
“I think you've waited long enough,” he said, coming up behind me.
Stephen started with just the tip. I thought the teasing was all over. My wet slit needed all of him. He pulled out and pushed his cock just a little bit further. He wasn't even close to fully filling me up yet.
I tried bringing my ass to him to drill his cock deeper but Stephen held me in place at my hips. His hands held me roughly. I was going to have to just take it how he wanted it.
“I can't handle it,” I cried.
Stephen picked up the pace, completely pulling his cock out and plunging into me more and more.
One last hard thrust and he sank into me all the way to his hips.
The sudden injection of cock was too much for me. I shattered into a million pieces all around Stephen. My skin sizzled and my head was cloudy with ecstasy. I didn't know what was up and what was down anymore.
Stephen stayed inside me, not moving.
Chapter Six
“It feels so good!” I howled.
Stephen slapped my ass and pumped his cock in and out of me. “I want to come all over those big tits of yours.”
“Yes, please,” I replied.
Stephen left me and I twisted around to face him. His juicy cock was inches away from my face while he stroked himself. I watched with fascination as his hand jerked his shaft with blinding speed.
I pressed my tits together and accepted the tidal wave of come as Stephen groaned. Spurts of sticky seed shot out and covered every inch of my breasts.
I dipped my finger in my cleavage and tasted Stephen. I wanted his load in my mouth next time. I wanted to swallow every last drop of him.
Stephen finally finished and I collapsed backward onto my back. I stared up at the ceiling feeling happier than I'd ever felt before in my life.
I was also more exhausted than ever. Would my body ever get a break again?
Stephen left to go to the bathroom and returned with a towel. I went to grab it from him but he kept it out of my reach. “I want to clean those dirty tits.
I lay on the bed with my hands behind my head as Stephen wiped up all his seed from my tits. Even when I was clean, he continued to rub me down.
This man was the real deal. I would never find anybody like him.
“What do we do next?” I asked.
Stephen got on the bed and lay next to me. I nestled my head in his armpit and absorbed his warmth. He played with my hair.
“We're just going to lay here all day. And when we've recovered, we're going to make love again. And again. And again.”
I smiled and we kissed.
This was the perfect life.
The End
Story Twenty Four
Copyright 2018
All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.
No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.
Description
Hayden is finally home after all these years.
I didn't know how I would feel when I saw him again.
I didn't expect all these forbidden emotions to come bubbling to the surface.
Hayden was bigger than I could ever imagine.
How would I ever be able to handle all of him?
Chapter One
When my stepbrother appeared on my doorstep wearing his army fatigues, something stirred inside me that I'd never felt before.
“Hayden, is that you?” It had been four years since the last time I saw him boarding the train to join the army. We had talked through letters but I never got to see a picture of him.
The man standing before me was older and bigger. He had a brown beard now and his eyes showed maturity.
“I'm back, Kelley,” he said in a scruffy voice.
A tear appeared in my eye. I flew through the doorway and jumped on Hayden, wrapping my arms around him tightly.
“It's been so long,” I said. “I didn't know if you would ever come back.”
“You don't have to worry anymore. I'm here for you now,” Hayden replied.
Hayden let me gently fall back onto the ground. The pack on his back looked incredibly heavy. I almost went to ask him if I could carry it for him but figured he had it covered.
“Well what are you waiting for? Come inside.” I led Hayden into my apartment and he set down his pack. “Do you want anything?”
“Well I think I should get this out of the way first. I've been dreading asking you this.”
Fear seized my heart. Did something bad happen to him? A million terrible scenarios ran through my head.
“I need a place to stay,” Hayden said.
My fist soared through the air and connected with his chest. I hit what must've been a steel plate. The army had bulked him up. “You motherfucker! I thought you were going to tell me something horrible. Don't even say another word. Of course you can stay with me.”
“It won't be for very long. Just until I can find a job.”
I almost smacked him in the face. “Didn't I just tell you to not say another word.”
Hayden put up his hands up in surrender.
“Now, would you like something to eat?”
“I'm absolutely starving,” Hayden replied.
“What would you like? I could whip up some spaghetti and meatballs?”
“You have no idea how much I've been craving just that.”
“Didn't the army feed you?”
“Well of course but nothing ever tasted as good as your home-cooked meatballs.”
“Come sit down in the kitchen while I cook and let's catch up.”
Hayden followed me and sat at the small wooden table that seated two people. There wasn't much need for anything else since I was the only one living here.
“You have a really nice place,” Hayden said.
I set a pot of hot water on the gas burner and turned it on. “You don't have to be polite. I know that this apartment isn't the best.”
“Well it's better than sleeping in the dirt for days on end.”
I cringed inside. I needed to pick my words more carefully and take Hayden's experiences into consideration. I watched the water, waiting for it to boil. I didn't want to make eye contact with him.
“What have you been up to?” he asked. “I know in your letters you said you got a job at an office?”
Bubbles began to slide up the edges of the pot. I grabbed the box of spaghetti and poured it into the water. “Oh god, do we really have to talk about boring stuff like that?”
“Not if you don't want to. I'm just curious of where
you've been working at.”
I grabbed a tray of ground beef from the fridge and set it down on foil. I formed them into small balls and put them on a hot pan with some oil.
“I work at a box company,” I replied, rolling the balls around with a wooden spatula.
Hayden let out a little laugh. “A box company?”
I pointed the spatula at him. “It's not funny. We sell cardboard boxes to big box stores.”
Hayden couldn't hold back any longer. He doubled over laughing and holding his stomach. “I can't handle it. It's too funny.” He was crying at this point.
A smile appeared across my face. I liked to see him enjoying himself. “I guess it is pretty funny. It's just as boring as my description suggests.”
Hayden wiped his eyes as his laughing fits subsided. “I guess you're right.”
I drained the pasta and added the meatballs with pasta sauce.
“Did you always use store-bought sauce?” he asked.
“That's always been my secret,” I replied. I presented him a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and sat down across from him with my own plate.
“This smells absolutely amazing. It looks too perfect to touch.”
“Please, dig in.”
Chapter Two
“I'm going to give you the bed,” I told Hayden.
He shook his head. “No way, Kelley. I'm going to sleep on the couch.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Please, take the bed. It's the least I can do for you. I sleep on the couch most nights anyways falling asleep to the TV.”
Hayden went to argue more and I put my hand up.
“I won't take no for an answer.”
Hayden smiled at me and put me in a headlock. I liked the feel of his strong arms around me. “I'd be lost without you. You know that don't you?”
“Get your ass in there, soldier, and get to sleep.”
“Yes, miss,” he replied with a salute.
I lay on the couch watching TV and I couldn't fall asleep. Any other night and I would be a sleep five minutes in. But with Hayden sleeping just in the other room. Things felt different for some reason.
I got up to stretch my legs and clear my head. Burning my eyes staring at the TV screen wasn't doing me any good.
I found myself standing in the doorway of my bedroom. Hayden lay face down on my bed without a shirt or pants on. Only a pair of dark blue boxer briefs protected him from the cold air. He looked so peaceful.
I crept into the room and picked up the comforter off the ground and gently laid it across Hayden. His back had muscles that I didn't even know existed. He really got ripped in the army.
The next morning, I woke up to sounds in the kitchen. My heart almost burst through my chest. I calmed down when I realized that it had to be my stepbrother. I wasn't used to sounds in my apartment that weren't caused by me.
I peeled myself off the couch and stumbled into the kitchen. Dirty pots and pans were all over the place.
Hayden saw me walk in. “Oh shit, did I wake you up?”
I rubbed my tired eyes. “No I needed to get up anyways for work. “What are you doing in here?”
Hayden stepped out of the way of the pan with scrambled eggs in it. “It's been awhile since I've done any cooking but I thought I would cook you eggs as a thank you.”
“You didn't have to do that,” I said.
“For everything you've done for me, I wanted to.” Hayden grabbed my arm and made me sit down at the dinner table. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Orange juice would be nice,” I replied. It felt nice to be treated like the queen. I couldn't remember the last time anybody had made me food before.
Hayden returned with a plate of eggs and a glass of orange juice. “Enjoy.”
I took the first bite and my face turned sour. Something wasn't right about them. It was crunchy. I realized that Hayden had left too many pieces of the shell in there.
“How is it?” he asked.
I forced myself to swallow. “It's very good. Thank you so much.” I took a few more bites and tried not to think about the shell. The eggs could've been worse.
“So you have work this morning?”
I nodded and took a sip of orange juice to wash down the shells. “Yeah I need to get ready now. Thank you for the breakfast.”
“Will you be okay here alone?” I asked.
“Are you serious? I'll be fine. I'm pretty sure I can entertain myself.”
I left for work in a rush. Getting ready with Hayden breathing down my neck was a little difficult.
I was hesitant to leave him alone but I couldn't bring him to work with me. He had assured me he'd be fine.
I got to my desk only fifteen minutes late. It wasn't the best start to my day and things would only get worse.
Most of the day was spent worrying about Hayden. I called the apartment a couple times but he never answered. I figured that he just wanted to relax and not answer the phone. I didn't want to bug him too much.
When 5:00 PM came around, I rushed out of there and drove home faster than ever before.
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that something was wrong. I don't know what it was but I knew that I had to get home as soon as possible.
I approached the door to my apartment and it was sitting open. The place looked dark inside. I was afraid to open it and find something terrible.
“Hayden, are you in there?” I called into the apartment.
No response.
I opened the door further and flicked on the light switch.
Nobody was there.
Chapter Three
I searched the apartment and found no trace of Hayden.
He wasn't here.
His pack was still in my bedroom so I knew that he didn't run away. But if that was the case where did he go?
I checked the house again to make sure he didn't leave a note but came up empty-handed.
I didn't know if I should freak out or not. Hayden was an adult and could take care of himself. I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way but I couldn't help it.
Should I call the police?
I sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands. “Calm down, Kelley, everything is going to be all right.”
A knock at the door shocked me back to reality. I imagined it was a cop here to tell me that my stepbrother was dead.
I dreaded every step I took to the door. I opened and found Hayden hunched over. It was a very different scene than the one I opened to yesterday.
“Hayden where have you been?”
He straightened up, holding his head with his hand. There was blood just above his left eyebrow. “I'm sorry, Kelley.”
“What the hell happened to you?” I pulled him into the apartment and led him to the bathroom.
“I don't know. I was just hanging out around here all day and decided to go grocery shopping and get you some stuff. You know, like milk and more eggs.”
Things weren't adding up but Hayden continued.
“I saw a pub and thought that I would stop in for a quick drink. I guess I lost track of time because before I knew it, it was past five.”
I sat him down on the toilet seat while I rummaged under the sink for a first aid kit. “That doesn't explain what happened to your forehead.”
“You mean this?” Hayden lifted his hand away and blood ran down and into his eye.
“Put pressure on that!” I ordered him. “Take off your shirt while you're at it.”
Hayden pulled off his shirt and showed off his rock-hard chest. “It was just a little bar fight. Nothing serious.”
It was hard to ignore the glorious male in front of me. I found the first aid kit that I had never used before. “Nothing serious? You might need stitches. What happened?”
“There was a drunk guy that was Navy. He sized me up immediately, telling me that I wasn't good enough to be in the Navy and had to join the Army.”
“That doesn't sound so bad,” I said. I pulled out some ga
uze and knelt down in front of Hayden. “Let me see the wound.”
Fake Bride Page 37
