by Nicole Snow
“Please – please!” I'm in heat, pleading, by the time he starts his trek down my body.
My back arches each time his mouth pulls at my nipples. He sucks them rough, plumping my breasts, grinding his thumb a little harder against my clit.
“No, Princess. Not yet. Got to make me believe you need it,” he growls, kissing down my belly, then across my right thigh. “Make me believe you need this mouth. Then I'll make you squirt so hard you're seeing stars.”
Oh, hell. Doesn't he know he's close to doing that without even putting his mouth between my legs?
I'm twitching. Moaning. Shifting my hips side to side, aching for his touch, just a few lashes of his tongue to give me sweet release.
His licks and kisses wrap around my thigh, circling ever closer.
Closer, closer. God, please, closer!
Every muscle I have quakes as he slowly, tauntingly moves to my wet center, replacing his hand across my mound with hot, feral breath.
“Did you think this Princess thing was easy?” he whispers, mischief whirling in his eyes. “Bet you didn't know it means giving this sweet cunt up to me anytime I want it, Erin. Any place. Any fucking way. You're about to forget that 'no sex' rule ever existed.”
Forget the rule? I barely remember my own name.
I'm about to explode. He pushes his face in just then, opening me with his tongue. Licking wild, sucking furious, taking my clit like he owns it, because he does.
Pleasure's coming, stealing me away.
Going. Going.
Gone.
My body tenses up and my legs shudder. The straps holding them open do their job, their tension adding an extra thrill to the orgasmic wave ripping through me.
My spine turns to flame. My hips pump, riding his face, over and over and over. I can't press the back of my head into the mattress anymore.
There's nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nothing to do except scream, and let it wash over me.
This is a tongue fuck truly fit for a royal. Sheer, mind bending ecstasy in full control for the next five minutes.
His hands and mouth won't stop. Just when I'm coming down, they stoke my flames again, pushing me back to the edge.
He's licking me even faster this time. Even harder. My clit disappears into his mouth, throbbing against his tongue, and crackles like lightning again.
I'm coming so hard my vision goes red, then white. I see dark, fiery spaces in between.
Stars. Just like he promised.
Is nothing impossible for this man? The answer's probably no, because about ten seconds later, I feel a dam break somewhere mid-orgasm.
I'm coming again.
Coming!
Except, this time, there's a distinct heat. A wetness that soaks my entire pussy and leaks out of me onto the sheets, his face, everywhere I can feel it through the numbing ecstasy that's ignited my blood.
The bastard has me gushing. Another promise fulfilled, one that says my body will do anything for this man on command.
I don't realize I'm clutching the sheets, nearly ripping roles through them, until he moves away from my quivering legs.
Silas comes up wiping his face, his smile more sexy than ever. Of course, that also means more arrogant.
“Hope you liked your first wedding present, love,” he says, slowly taking down the restraints. “We'll get back to these later. But I want your legs wrapped all the way around me when we fuck. I want you to pull my dick so deep I don't see a drop of come slipping out when it's over.”
There's that heat again. Impossible, as it is incredible.
“You're the King,” I tell him.
“Not officially,” he says, slowly undoing his belt. “That won't happen until we're home, and I'm formally crowned. You'd better believe it doesn't matter in this bed. I'm fucking like a god, love. Like I own every single inch of you because we both know I do.”
I'm about to mouth off, try to deny it, when he drops his pants. That huge, magnificent cock coming into view always silences me.
It's a thing of awe. And it's about to be mine, as soon as it's inside me, pumping its way to a few more earthshaking climaxes.
He's completely naked, on top of me, dragging my legs up over his shoulders. Our eyes lock fierce while my chest rises and falls.
I want him more right now than any woman should. I want my Playboy Prince, my bastard, my husband.
I want to fuck him today, and then every day for the rest of my life.
“Oh, God,” I moan, just as he starts rubbing his swollen cock against my pussy. “Go, Silas. Please. Fuck me.”
“What's that, love? Didn't hear the magic word.”
He's going to make me say it. I try to hold out as long as I can, stroke by stroke. But when he starts to dip the very tip of his cock into me, pulling away before I get his fullness, I'm helpless.
I surrender, and then some.
“Please.” My eyes pinch shut as he gives me another inch. “Yes, fuck, please!”
My legs shake harder on his shoulders. He grabs them, holds them still, and gives me another feral look.
“I'm in a giving mood today. Must be that hot, tight married pussy wrapped around my cock.”
He thrusts deeper. Sweet heaven.
At least, Silas fucks me. It's a slow building storm, strengthening one stroke at a time, lifting me a little higher each time he pushes into me. His hips crash into mine each time he pulls back and glides forward.
“Harder,” I grunt, teasing him.
“Harder?” He pauses, grabs my nipples, and pinches them tight. “Like this?”
He almost pulls all the way out. Then he slams himself into me so hard my breasts shake in his hands. I'm moaning again, enraptured.
His wife.
His Princess.
His whore.
He's taken what I said like a challenge, and I'm in trouble now. The most decadent, tantalizing kind of trouble a woman can get herself into.
His cock slams into me so fast and hard I can feel his balls slapping my ass. Silas' hold on my legs tightens, and he's growling, fucking me over the edge.
“That's right, love. You'd better come for me again. I'm not giving it up until you're begging me to stop.”
Oh, shit. Hell!
I'm screaming. Clawing at his chest. My pussy pinches his cock so hard the stars return, beautiful as they are scary. Coming shouldn't feel this good.
My heart shouldn't throb this intensely for any man. But it does, and it will forever with my Prince.
Our fucking becomes hotter, so swift and fiery, it's blinding. I'm deep in my zone, locked when he reaches between my legs, thumbs my clit, and lets his hand go berserk while he power fucks me into the next century.
Coming! Yes, it's insane, but it's happening again.
Somehow, I hear him growling his words in between his thrusts, savage and forceful. He's whispering in my ear, driving deeper with every word, beating his balls against my ass.
“Knew I'd make you mine the second we made that deal, Princess. Fucking knew it. Good thing you love it.”
I do. And he isn't done.
His hips piston faster. I've barely recovered from the last orgasm before he starts on a new one, jackhammering his cock into me. It's bigger, hotter, and faster than ever before. My pussy tingles for his come, totally engulfed in flames, praying for the only thing that can put them out.
“Silas!”
He grabs my chin and pushes his lips on mine, holding my face. Crazy doesn't even describe what I'm feeling anymore.
“You think it's hot now? Just wait, love. I'll be making you sing when we're so old and gray they're printing us on the kingdom's money. I'm going to keep fucking you. Going to keep owning every beautiful piece of who you are. Going to put a baby in your belly soon, Erin. Then another, and another, and another...”
Oh...fuck! I grab him so hard I probably scratch his shoulders.
Neither of us care. Thinking about him planting his seed deep drives me over the edge.<
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My hips go wild, joining his in the frenzy, bucking back at his length as hard as I'm grunting. His cock drives deep, just to the edge of my womb, and swells.
Coming! Coming! This time together, fused together, twitching as one.
“Fuck!” Silas cries out, losing himself in me.
His cock heaves everything from his balls deep inside me, flooding me with his heat, his essence. My eyes roll back in my head. It's so intense I can't even breathe, let alone scream.
Time flies like mad. Soon, I'll be off the birth control, letting him own me in the most primal way a man can for real.
For now, this is great practice.
“Christ, I needed that. Every second of you, love,” he whispers, drowning me in tender kisses.
I'm still coming down from my climax. Very slowly, he softens, and then pulls out.
Laying on his chest, he holds me in his huge, tattooed arms. We're spent, at least for a few minutes, and it's marvelous.
“Did you really mean what you said about how you knew the first time?” I ask, letting my eyes feast on his perfect body. Every contour, every muscle, is smooth and strong as steel, like God himself reached down with a chisel and sculpted him for me.
“Don't think I'm allowed to wear the royal crest on my skin if I didn't believe in destiny.” He smiles, resting his forehead on mine. “Fate. There's something to it, after all.”
His smile is contagious. We kiss again, only breaking away when his hand gently cups my cheek.
“You're meant to be my Princess forever, babe. Mine, with more benefits than I dared imagine. Love you, Erin. Love you like nothing else in the world, like nothing any money or power will ever buy. Love you so fucking hard and real it's never changing. Never fading. Never going anywhere. Not in this lifetime, or the next.”
“Silas...I love you, too.” My heart flutters.
He's right about the benefits – more than he knows.
It's amazing where life takes a woman. I never thought I'd wind up married to a Prince, shaking off the best sex of my life, surrounded by a gorgeous kingdom I've just started to explore and understand.
Incredible as it is, it's nothing compared to how his words have changed, down to their very roots.
'Princess with benefits' used to make me want to slap the smugness off his face.
Now? It's the magic phrase that sends my lips to his like magnets.
We kiss. Long and sweet. Tender as our love itself.
This stopped being pretend a long time ago. It's real, and I'm proud to belong to my Prince with benefits forever.
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Stepbrother Charming
A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance
Content copyright © Nicole Snow. All rights reserved.
Published in the United States of America.
First published in April, 2015.
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Description
NOBODY WARNED ME CHARMING MEANS INFURIATING, INTENSE, AND IRRESISTIBLE...
CLAIRE
I'm ready to slap my new step-brother clean across the face.
Brash, arrogant, and stinking rich doesn't begin to describe Ty Sterner. He's also sinfully sexy, and wicked talented at making my blood boil.
Ty thinks it's funny to chase me around like I'm the next notch in his bedpost. He lives to piss me off. But that isn't why my heart skips a dozen beats every time I look at him.
What happens if his crude jokes about us hooking up go too far? What if I admit I actually want this filthy talking playboy, and one little misstep lands me in Prince Not-So-Charming's bed for real?
TY
I can't decide whether to laugh my ass off or kiss her 'til her panties ignite. Little Miss Perfect's too hot and uptight for her own good. Knowing she's off limits just makes me want her more.
There's a twisted thrill to flirting underneath our parents' roof. And I want a whole lot more than teasing her cheeks red, or watching her eyes pop when I'm strutting around half-naked. I want to rock her world into a screaming mess and leave her soft lips breathless.
Too bad this is the summer I'm supposed to get my crap together to build the family fortune. That's a distraction I don't need when all I really want to do is find out how perfect Claire feels between the sheets...
1
Hit the Floor (Claire)
Visiting Club Zing is supposed to be my last hurrah, a post-college escape before the long summer falls across Seattle, and ushers me into grown up land. It's supposed to be my last girl's night out before distance makes things a whole lot harder.
So, why the hell can't I keep my eyes off him?
“What's up, Claire? You're nursing that thing like you're about to go away to Saudi Arabia for a year!” My best friend Dana points to my Long Island iced tea and lifts her own. “Come on! Put it down and keep up with me, girl. This is our night!”
Sighing, I raise my glass and clink it against hers. “Cheers,” we both echo.
Somehow, I'm not feeling it. I've never liked goodbyes. And I really don't like this other bastard stealing away the attention my bestie deserves, even if he's moving around the club like he owns the place, sculpted to leave more than a few pairs of panties scorched.
Who am I kidding? Is this seriously how it ends?
By now, I'd normally be holding back the tears and hugging Dana's shoulders while she takes her stompy boots out to the dance floor. I don't understand how she wears those things so gracefully – they look like something German soldiers used to march in – but they always make her the center of attention when she busts her moves.
I'm going to miss her stupid purple hair and how she can't let go of the goth look, even though she's pushing twenty-two, just like me. Hell, I'm going to miss this p
lace. Mostly, I'm going to regret wasting this precious time with my eyes glued to the devil by the bar, the giant towering above everybody else.
It's so obvious I can't hide it anymore. Dana grins at me after a long, dizzying sip on her drink. She spins around and follows my eyes.
“Jesusss, Claire! Don't tell me you've never seen the owner before? Haven't you seen him?”
“Nope, never.” I shake my head. “That's the boss man? He's so young...”
My friend waves a hand, flashing the bright purple nails that match her hair dye. “Pssh. You'd own this place if your daddy was a billionaire too. That's Tyler Sterner. Playboy for life and easy on the eyes when he's actually here doing his job.”
My brow furrows. Seriously? This guy barely looks older than we are. It's even more amazing I haven't seen him around campus or here on our earlier outings. He's got the kinda body any woman with a beating heart would notice anywhere.
He's at the end of the bar, slapping some older, balding man on the back and laughing. Two plastic looking girls are at his side in short skirts, their ruby red lips and pearly white teeth grinning at him like statues.
Massive is a gross understatement. He puts everybody else in his shadow, even the other well-built guys next to him.
He looks like something from another age in the neat suit jacket wrapped around his broad shoulders. An aristocrat, maybe, remembering all the paintings I studied for my art history minor.
Except country gentlemen didn't get this built in the old days taking strolls through the hills and chasing after foxes. No way. Mister – what's his face? – Sterner looks like he's been pumping serious iron and eating big to get big in all the right ways.
