President Stepbrother...With Benefits: A Bad Boy Alpha Male Stepbrother Romance

by Victoria Cabot

  I’m getting good at this. Of course, it helps that I’ve also had a lot of practice… and the best teacher.

  He’s thrusting wildly now, and my mouth is open wide as his cock slides in and out of me. I’m not big on cursing, but there’s no other way to put this: he’s fucking my mouth, and I couldn’t love it more.

  When he starts to go slower, I realize he’s close to the edge. So, he doesn’t want to come just yet? Well, it’s not his call. It’s my turn to command the charge.

  Even though he’s pulling his hips back, pulling his cock out of me, I accompany his motion and push my mouth even further down. He takes one step back but I follow; his back is now against the wall, there’s no escaping me and he knows it. He’s mine.

  Grabbing it by the base tightly, I start sucking with as much effort as I have ever done, bobbing my head back and forth as if my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my cheeks and, knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.

  His fingers curl against my scalp and, with one mighty thrust, he cums into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent inside my mouth I can feel my skin prickling. I remain there, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed until my mouth is completely filled - both with his cock and his cum.

  When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. I look up at him then, making a grimace out of it as his cum is still filling my mouth; he’s breathing hard, but there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.

  Well, and how you do like this, Mr. President? Still looking him in the eyes, I swallow his semen, exaggerating my motion as I do it. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up to my feet. I let myself go willingly, feeling my knees sore from all that time kneeling at his feet. Not that I’m complaining - not for one minute.

  “So… Liked it…?” I ask, biting down on my lower lip.

  “Ash… I fucking loved it,” he says, taking his hand and placing it right over my crotch. “But now’s my turn, babe.”

  My heart trashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost bursts like a damn. I become so damn wet that I’m already start to feel even my jeans becoming damp. And no, I’m not exaggerating.

  He hooks his fingers under the hem of my jeans and pulls me into him, his mouth going straight to my neck. His hands go down my back and, instead of going over my jeans, he slides it under the fabric and cups my buttocks under my clothing, grabbing harshly as he gently bites on my neck.

  Instinctively, I grab at his cock, and I can’t help but gasp. He’s still hard. Even though I’ve teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside my mouth, he still remains hard! And he didn’t even need five seconds to rest and recuperate. Austin’s a force of nature, be it in politics or in the bedroom.

  His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and pulling at my thong. With his hands still inside my jeans, he forces his way around my waist, stretching the fabric of my pants, and plants one hand right over my pussy and thong. I’m so wet that his fingers slip over my crotch, as if I’m covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there, he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.

  He takes his hand out for one fast second, just the amount of time necessary for him to grab my pants and snap them open. As his fingers brush against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my juices.

  Once more, he presses against my pussy, and I start stroking him in a backhanded motion, the way my hand moves over his length almost clumsy.

  My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me - all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.

  I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter - I can already feel it dripping down my inner thighs, such is the mess my loins are in.

  I moan in anticipation as he tugs on my jeans, pushing them down my legs in a hurry; I step out of them, standing in front of Austin just in my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it, I’d wager.

  He grabs my ass, rubbing hard on it, pulling at the small string that covers it. He pushes and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly pulling it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch is covering my pussy.

  Austin goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and then starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly as he goes to his knees. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that untanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.

  Or, well, I can try.

  Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my pussy. I can’t help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my out of control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most secret scents and flavors are now only his to taste.

  He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he’s trying to devour my pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked, he yanks my thong down my legs, rubbing his hands up and down my side.

  I look down on him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting for its turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me, enjoying every valley, hill and curve of my body, mentally ravaging every single inch of me.

  He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying downwards pressure, and I almost feel my knees buckling under me weight. I don’t understand - how does he know my body so well? Even I, alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can’t touch myself the way he’s doing right now.

  He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and brushing one of them gently between my labia in a coming and going motion.

  I move my hips in his direction slowly, barely able to control myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity running through every single nerve ending.

  I can’t control myself. I swear, I’ve tried - I’ve tried to resist his teasing, just like he did with me, but I’m not that stronger.

  I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying to force him to do anything - press against it, finger me, lick me. Anything - anything will work! I need him, I need his body… I need everything in him.

  But he’s strong and, no matter how much strength I apply, his hand doesn’t even move an inch. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly the kind of maddening torture he’s putting me through.

  “Where’s all your patience, Ash?” He asks me, and I almost want to scream in frustration. The good kind of frustration, of course. I know that the more he tortures, the more I’m going to explode - but I just don’t want to wait. Like a kid on Christmas, I don’t want to wait until it’s midnight to unwrap my presents. I want it now, all of it!

  “Austin… I…” I stammer, running my hands through his hair back and forth, summoning whatever endurance there’s in me to resist his touch.

  “What do you want me to do?” He asks, slowly stroking my clit as he looks up at me. “Tell me, Ash.”

  I look at him, but my mind is completely blank. What do I want him to do? How about everything? He jumps in to help me then, that grin full of mischievousness dancing on his lips.

  “Maybe I should do this…?” He leans into me and, without touching me with his mouth, he simply lets his tongue press right over my clit. The muscles in my legs tighten and I start pulling at his hair, not knowing what to do. “Or maybe this?” He slides one inch of hi
s finger inside of me, and I immediately try to thrust my hips forward so that he goes all the way in. “You really are in no mood for waiting…”

  I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it against my insides; he leans to me, his lips wrapped tight around my clit, dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise motions.

  I’m moaning, I’m moaning hard. I try to control myself, knowing that his security detail is somewhere close, but it’s starting to get hard. Really hard.

  Sucking at the same time his tongue laps at my clit, he starts rubbing with his finger faster, and I can feel my insides boiling and clenching. I’m pulling at his hair desperately and, thank the gods, he has eased his hold on me and now I can sway my hips freely. I press his face against my pussy as I rub myself against him, my mind completely devoid of any semblance to rationality. In this precise moment, I’m just existing.

  One harder flick of his tongue against my clit and I erupt like a smoking volcano. I pull him into my pussy so hard that I can even feel his teeth against my flesh, and I come just like that. My whole body trembles as I thrust at him, goosebumps all over my skin.

  He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out as I come, he keeps on fingering me without mercy. My whole body is trembling and there’s a violent pressure mounting on my insides. Something inside of me is clenching and I try and grab Austin’s hand - he looks up at me, a grin on his face, and redoubles his efforts.

  “Austin, I think I’m…” I think I’m what? I don’t even know what I’m feeling! But, judging by the look on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

  I grit my teeth, close my eyes and… Oh my God, what is this? My whole body is contracting, and it seems as if I’m about to explode. Really explode.

  And that’s exactly what happens.

  My pussy clenches around his finger and an orgasm spreads through me like a flood. And when I say flood, I want to say that I’m gushing! How is it even possible? Am I squirting? Oh my God, I am squirting - and that in a way I never thought was even possible. The pleasure is so intense I feel all of my muscles burning.

  My knees buckle, and I simple fall on them right in front of Austin. He touches my cheek, caressing it, and lays his lips against mine. I can still taste my pussy on his mouth and by god, I love it.

  But his finger is still inside of me and, instead of pulling it out, he starts sliding it in and out of me - first slowly, almost as if he’s trying me, but I’m as wet and ready as I can be. He goes faster, faster, faster, and soon I’m pressing my legs together, locking his hand into place as he fingers me towards me insanity.

  When he pushes one more finger inside of me, I have to grit my teeth. My body is still trembling and shaking and, even so, I can already feel that storm of pleasure building back, the roar of delight inside my mind.

  He starts biting at my neck at the same time he pinches my nipples with his free hand - I throw my head back, my hair falling over my back, and I choke down a scream as something explodes inside my mind. I come, and I come hard. But he doesn’t stop - this time, I know he’s not going to allow me any kind of rest.

  We’re going for it all the way. No brakes, no nothing.

  I grab his cock and, wanting to have him inside my mouth just once more, I lean towards him and engulf him with my lips. He pushes his cock down my mouth, pushing through his last inches until my lips are almost touching the root of his length. It’s hard to believe that I can do this - really, have you seen how big he is? - but I’m actually doing it.

  But more than having him in my mouth, I need him inside me.

  “Now, Austin…” I simply whisper. Before I know it, he pushes me to the floor and, pushing my knees apart, he settles his body between my legs. I look in anticipation as he edges closer to me, his thick head reaching for my inner labia. I shudder as he presses it there, rubbing his tip along my pussy and up to my clit. He then slaps his shaft against my pussy - once, twice - and I almost bang my head against the floor in my madness.

  I open my legs wide and I cover my mouth with my hand as I let out a scream. He enters me fast, his shaft sliding deep inside of me and sending shards of absolute rapture from my pussy to my mind.

  He thrusts at me like that for god knows how long, his body pressing on mine; I lace my legs behind his back, not locking him into place but allowing the freedom to move in and out at will - which he does. His thrusts are so strong and violently delicious that I can imagine myself spending the whole day like that, lying on the floor while he completely ravages me. Really, what more can I ask for?

  He continues until all strength leaves my body, my legs sliding down from his back to the floor as all muscles in my body become taut. He pounds me even strongly then, feeling my weakness, and I have to bit hard on my forearm so that I don’t scream as I orgasm again.

  I want to scream. I want to do it loud and mindlessly. Only god knows how I’m being capable of controlling myself.

  Maybe you’re thinking that Austin is going to stop now - but if you’re thinking that, you are dead wrong. I know him, and right now Austin has no brakes on him. He won’t stop until his hunger is sated, and I bet that even he would want even more. How do you even satisfy a man like him?

  My limbs flailing and my mind burning, he keeps on ramming it inside me; with the last ripples of ecstasy still receding from my mind, a new and bigger wave of it crashes on me, numbing not only my body and mind, but my soul as well. Everything in me is on its knees and praying for rapture.

  I don’t know how many orgasms he wants to give me like this, but I want to turn the game. I escape from under him and, before he can even realize what I’m doing, I’m on all fours.

  He doesn’t need to be told what to do: I haven’t even had the time to breath out, he’s already behind me, slapping my ass and rubbing his thick fat glans over my pussy as I wiggle my ass. He rams it in me in an instant and, before I can even control myself, I let out a violent scream. He’s ramming me so hard I lose all notion of where I am - I don’t care about anything anymore.

  I let myself go and, as my pussy tightens like a vice around his cock and I come my brains out all over again, I scream as loud as I can, the veins in my neck almost bulging as I do it.

  I’m jolted out of it when I hear a loud noise coming from right in front of me. I raise my head just in time to see someone kicking the door open; before I can even blink, Agent Daniels and two more Secret Service agents run into the room with their handguns raised. Their eyes automatically dart to every corner in the room, even after seeing the two of us, almost as if their programming didn’t allow them to process whatever is in front of them before all threats are neutralized.

  But, of course, eventually they lower their gun and, for one long second, they just stare at us. Let me rephrase that: they stare at my naked body, on all fours, my breasts wagging as I look at them in embarrassment. I bet my cheeks are as red as wildfire.

  I can’t see Austin, as he’s kneeling behind me, but I already know that there’s a massive grin on his face. I mean, he didn’t even bother to take his cock out of me!

  “We’re… we’re sorry, sir. We heard… screaming,” one of the agents say, his cheeks also becoming flushed. I can’t help but notice that there’s a bulge in his pants - just by looking at us, he’s already hard! I don’t know if I should feel even more embarrassed or just plain proud.

  “No worries, boys,” Austin merely says, as if this is nothing to him.

  “We’ll let you to it, sir,” Agent Daniels says, and soon they turn on their heels and go out of the room.

  “Oh my God… I don’t believe this,” I whisper, burying my face against my forearm in embarrassment.

  “We’ve just gave them something they will never forget, babe… This is a story they’ll tell their grandchildren, trust me.”

  I can�
�t help but smile - even in the strangest situations, Austin can always see the positive side of things.

  “Well,” I find myself saying. “Let’s give them a story worth telling, then.”

  The moment I say it, I jut my ass back at Austin and start thrusting my ass in his direction. He grabs my hips and starts pounding me again, this time not even bothering to start slowly - he just goes all in right from the start, his whole length sliding in and out of me so fast I’m seeing white lights behind my eyelids.

  I want to scream and, this time, I do it. No shame, no anything. I scream at the top of my lungs as Austin fucks me senselessly. I let it all out, my throat becoming raw and sore as I let out screams of pure delight. Somehow, knowing that the agents outside can hear, it just makes me scream even louder.

  Slapping my ass with the back of his hand, I find myself rocking my ass against him with the brashness he’s pounding into me - no more than thirty seconds and I go from my hands to my elbows, hair falling down on my shoulders as I climax.

  Sweet pleasure courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Austin’s insatiable hunger is rubbing on me. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I could feel pressure mounting inside of me once again; but before I can come, Austin laces my waist and pulls me back.

  Still with his cock in me, he lays down on the floor as I roll into a sitting position over his cock, my back turned to Austin. I let the orgasm come then, as I grab Austin’s ankles and sway my hips back and front, left and right, all over his cock. Electricity and flames devour me, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Only when my body becomes completely spent will I do it, and only because I won’t be physically capable of carrying on.

  Instead of swaying my hips, I stop doing that and prepare to use what little energy there’s still inside of me. I start jumping on his cock, and I’m doing it hard. He’s cupping my ass as I do it, and I lean just a bit forwards, slightly bending his cock down and only imagining the pressure he’s feeling right now.