Monster Stepbrother

by Harlow Grace

  His mouth came crushing down on mine—warm, possessive. I sighed into his mouth, letting him ravage me while my pussy ached for his cock. After a while, he let go of my lips and moved his mouth down my neck, sucking and licking as he went.

  “Baby, you fucking ruin me,” he grunted as his mouth latched on to a nipple, sucking hard. My back arched off the bed as I unashamedly pushed more of my breast into his mouth.

  Once he’d had enough of my breasts, he spread my legs open wide. Jesus. Fuck. The way he grinned as he stared at my wet pussy made me cringe and want to beg at the same time.

  “Oliver,” I moaned, closing my eyes as heat clawed its way over my chest and face.

  “This is the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. Christ, I’ve waited so fucking long.” He sounded breathless, his heavy eyelashes hooding his eyes so that I couldn’t see them.

  Reverently he kissed the insides of my thighs, driving me to the edge. My need for him was escalating by the second. God, I hated being so damn needy.

  Long, languid strokes licked over my quivering pussy. My legs trembled so much I had to hold on to them. His tongue circled my clit with such finesse that my back lifted completely off the mattress and I screamed his name.

  Now I understood why all those girls were so noisy. Oliver was an expert at making a woman come hard. I never wanted him to taste another pussy as long as I lived. I only wanted him to crave mine.

  Chuckling softly, he crept up the bed till his rock hard dick lay flat on my stomach. My eyes fluttered open and I watched as it throbbed and jerked a few times, precum spilling from the tip.

  Fuck me! Please, please fuck me! I wanted to scream, but I just lay there unable to utter a word, eyes wide, licking my lips, remembering his taste. Oliver King could fuck me all day long. Any way he wanted, whenever he wanted, however he wanted. And I’d be begging for more.

  Craving him inside me.

  Craving him.

  Eyes squeezed shut, shame washed over me for wanting this man so much that it hurt. My illicit desire was burning through me like a wildfire and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nothing I wanted to do to stop it.

  My heart beat so loudly in my ears I was sure it would explode at any moment.

  He moved against me, pushing his cock into me as if I would break. I never expected tenderness from my stepbrother. Never expected him to be so damn gentle. It undid me in ways I couldn’t fathom.

  “Open your eyes, little bee, I want to see you when you come.”

  See me? All these years I believed I was invisible to him and now he wanted to see me—every bit of me, from my dripping wet pussy to inside the depths of my soul. He was unraveling me, slowly, surely, ruining me for anyone else. There was no way I could ever be satisfied by another man. No way I could let another man touch me or fuck me like he did.

  Yes, I was my stepbrother’s slut. And that’s exactly the way I wanted it to be.

  For now.

  Chapter Twenty-Six — Oliver

  Pain would bind us.

  It wasn’t her fault. The rage that burned inside my gut had settled there long before I knew of her existence. Yet, in a twisted way, I wanted her to suffer, to feel the hurt as much as I did.

  Love was for fairytales, chick flicks, and delusional people. After seeing how it fucked up my parent’s life and my own, I wanted no part of such a fallacy. All it brought was heartache and self-doubt. I could live without that shit in my life.

  I never had illusions where Maya was concerned. She was nothing more than a pleasurable pastime, my dark obsession driven by desire and lust. These emotions I could handle.

  Complications like trust and commitment and loyalty weren’t in my vocabulary—unless they described my innate desire for control. Although I wasn’t prepared to give them to anyone, in all things related to Maya, I expected—no, demanded—these elements from her.

  I took from her, bled her dry, never getting enough, always demanding more. The more she gave, the more I wanted. Relentless in my pursuit of nirvana although I had no fucking idea what it looked like.

  Pushing comfort zones, taking risks.

  In-fucking-satiable.

  Until I broke her.

  Only then would I rest.

  Why I had this fucked up need for her, I didn’t know—but fuck if I wasn’t going to stop analyzing it and follow through on it instead.

  “On your knees, baby.” I commanded, “tonight I’m claiming your ass.”

  We’d just had a shower together, and her lips were still swollen from sucking my cock under the streaming water. I’d wrapped a towel around her and carried her to the bedroom, carefully depositing her onto the cushions on the floor.

  “Oliver, I . . . I’m not sure I can handle that,” she said hesitantly as her skin turned a shade of blush.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Seems I’ll have to call on Bianca then. My cock needs ass tonight.”

  She sucked in a breath. “You’re cruel,” she hissed. “Don’t you have a fucking heart?”

  “Baby, either you give me your ass, or I find it elsewhere. Simple really.” She was testing me. Every fucking time I wanted something from her she resisted me. My patience was wearing thin. “And to answer your question: no. I was born without a heart. They're a hindrance. More lives have been lost through war and other horrors than through natural disasters because idiots tried to follow their fucking hearts.”

  Maya narrowed her eyes and glared at me. “Yeah, I believe you. You’re a heartless monster. Incapable of feelings if they aren’t connected to your dick. How do you live with yourself, Oliver? How do you look into your own eyes in a mirror?”

  I smirked. “Why the fuck would I want to do that? Look into my own eyes? That’s for pussies and new-age wimps.” I removed the towel from around her body, my gaze drinking in her nakedness and sizing up her perfect backside. “What’s it going to be? Are you getting on your fucking knees and surrendering or am I calling Bianca and letting you watch how a real woman takes my prick up her back door?”

  “Call Bianca. You can do to her what you want, I don’t care.” Her chin lifted in defiance.

  Christ. My cock stiffened to a painful level. Little bee knew how to push my fucking buttons. It just made me want her more when she denied me.

  Something in me snapped.

  “No. I've had Bianca’s ass more times than I can recall. Tonight it's yours. I'm taking what I want, and you’re going to give it up willingly.”

  “Make me,” she hissed. “You have no shame, no decency—just taking from me because you’ve blackmailed me into it.”

  “Therein lies the pleasure, my dear. The harder you fight me, and the harder I have to work for it, the more I’m going to enjoy fucking your ass.”

  Time for talk had ended. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, I pushed her forward so that she was forced to brace herself with her hands on the carpet to stop herself from face planting.

  Opening the night stand drawer, I removed the new flogger I’d bought earlier and ran it through my fingers. I loved the smell of new leather as it drifted to my nostrils. Something about it made me horny as fuck. Leather mixed with cunt juice was even better.

  Maya’s eyes widened as she took in the chocolate brown flogger. I loved watching her squirm. From beneath her lashes she stared up at me, her lips wet and slightly parted. Little slut was turned on in spite of her protests. Her nipples were hard as fucking stone and I could smell her arousal from here. She was dripping wet and I hadn’t even fucking touched her.

  “Ass in the air,” I commanded, “legs wide open.” I wanted to see her dripping wet pussy; I wanted to let the aroma of it fill the whole fucking room. I wished I could bottle that shit—I’d never have to work again a day in my life.

  The flogger connected to her flesh. Dark pink lines appeared on her smooth-as-silk skin. Fuck. I could come just looking at it.

  She gritted her teeth, refusing to make a sound. Holy fuck if that didn’t make me wild. Other women wo
uld’ve moaned in pleasure and pain. Not my little bee. Withholding her sounds from me as punishment was driving me to the fucking edge. I wanted to hear her moan, hear her cry out. She denied me.

  Lashing the flogger at her, I made sure it connected to her pussy lips as well, sending her a clear message not to fuck with me. Shuddering, she whimpered and closed her knees together, hiding her pussy from me.

  “The more you resist, the more it's turning me the fuck on, Maya. Keep it up, baby, cause my cock is going to ride your ass so hard it's going to make your eyes water.”

  Slowly her knees slid sideways, exposing her cunt again. It was so fucking swollen—juice ran down her legs—that I salivated for a taste of her on my tongue.

  “Jesus, little bee, you’re fucking loving this. You’re so ready to be fucked—your pussy is dripping wet.”

  Reveling in the fact that I would be the first man to enter her ass, I rolled a condom onto my erect cock with trembling hands.

  “Lean forward on the cushions, baby, arms behind your back,” I grunted, the veins on my cock showing through the transparent condom.

  She hesitated, just as I expected. Gripping the back of her neck, I pushed her forward until her elbows were on the cushions and her ass was in my face. Leaning over, I grabbed both her arms and pulled them back, then fastened them with the leather belt I’d placed within reach.

  “Oliver, please,” she begged.

  Was she begging for my cock, or for me to let her go? Either way, I was beyond caring. The big brain was beyond thinking rationally. I rubbed my palms over her ass, feeling her soft skin and the welts from the flogger. I licked over the red, soothing the burning skin with my cool tongue until it glistened in the light.

  With both hands, I spread her ass cheeks open. My heartbeat throbbed in my cock and my mouth went dry. Virgin ass was the best. I went in for the kill. I licked her pussy, sucking her juices with slurping sounds, flicking her clit with my tongue until she cried out.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, “Oliver.” Her chest heaved and her breath came in short, sharp bursts as an orgasm hit her. Smiling against her skin, my tongue licked her hole, wetting her for my cock. She was ready. Finally. I could hardly contain my dick.

  Slowly nudging into her, I felt her stiffen, so I pulled back slightly. I eased my cock in, sliding it in inch by inch, allowing her to adjust every time I went deeper. Moments later, she’d taken my whole cock up her ass without a problem. I was ready to fuck. Slowly at first, I controlled my movements with quaking breath until I felt her body relax.

  There was no holding back. I fucked her ass, tight and warm and just fucking perfect, until I couldn’t hold my orgasm back any longer. I pulled out and ripped the condom off, fisted my cock and watched my cum spill over her ass cheeks and crack. Jesus fuck.

  Satisfied that I’d made her submit, made her say my name as she came, I rolled her to her side and spooned into her back.

  Her ass was mine. Slowly I was claiming every part off her. Slowly she was becoming my possession, whether she liked it or not. I ran my hands over her ample ass cheeks, loving the feel of their provocative plumpness under my skin.

  Little bee was all I expected her to be—and more.

  Fuck, this woman blew my mind. Even though she didn’t know it yet, she was my alter ego in so many ways it scared the shit out of me.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven — Maya

  Sipping on a cool drink, I spread out on a lounge chair and watched the sun set over the ocean. It was one of the things I loved most about the house—spectacular ocean views meant breathtaking sunsets.

  It was the first Friday night I’d get to spend all alone and I loved the idea of lounging around the pool, eating pizza for dinner, and just relaxing. My father and Larissa had gone away for the weekend to visit her sister in Vancouver and my dearest stepbrother had business in LA.

  As dusk settled, the solar-powered lights came on and turned the garden into a fairy wonderland. Spotlights lit up giant palm trees and I watched a swarm of bugs swirl around the main light hidden between the foliage. The distant croak of a frog and the chirping of a few birds were all the sounds to be heard. I smiled to myself, completely content being alone. Peace and tranquility at last.

  I jumped into the pool and swam my usual number of laps—plus an extra ten to build my stamina. I needed it with Oliver around. The man was demanding both mentally and physically, and I had to keep my mind sharp and my body fit.

  Because it was warm and balmy, I stripped out of my bikini and rinsed the chlorine from my skin and hair under the outdoor shower. Not bothering to dry myself, I simply wrapped a sarong around my body and tied it at my boobs before I settled back onto the chair with my drink. Ice tinkled against the frosty glass as I took a long sip. With the remote, I turned on the stereo and seconds later the crooning voice of Michael Bublé floated across the lush lawn.

  I flicked through my e-reader and tried to read the romance novel I’d been dying to finish, but my eyelids grew heavy and eventually even the tablet became too weighty to hold up. I closed my eyes and gave in to slumber, completely relaxing for the first time in weeks.

  Through my hazy brain I became aware of a warm sensation creeping up my leg. Oh God, I hated crawling insects. My eyes flew open as I leaned forward to swat the intruder off my leg. Startled I stared into big brown eyes, glistening in the moonlight, as they smiled up at me.

  “Shhh, little bee, lie back and relax.” His voice was like golden honey: soft, warm, and soothing. Hypnotizing.

  Was I dreaming? Oliver wasn’t supposed to be back yet.

  With a small smile twisting the corners of my mouth, I settled back into the cushions, wanting this dream to carry on. Sweet, smiling Oliver only lived in dreamland. Of that I was pretty sure.

  Strong, warm hands pushed my legs apart so that the sarong fell open. A wet tongue licked up the insides of the sensitive skin of my thighs, the pressure just enough to make me whimper softly. This was fast becoming my favorite dream. The tongue ran up one leg and stopped as it reached my apex, then moved to the other leg to repeat the action.

  My pussy clenched, wanting part of the tongue’s action. And, as in all good dreams, I didn’t have to wait long. A long sigh left my body as the tongue found my clit and circled slowly, hands traveling up my thighs to my hips. My legs fell open wider, granting the tongue access to my core, wanting more of the delicious assault.

  Two fingers found their way inside my warmth, making me squirm with pure delight.

  “Ahhh,” I sighed, falling deeper and deeper under the tongue’s spell. Fingers rhythmically plunged in and out, working me up to a heightened state of pleasure. The fingers withdrew and I heard clinking of ice against glass.

  A few seconds later an icy sensation crawled across my skin, causing me to shiver. My nipples peaked into tight hard nubs. Warm lips traced the wet icy trail up my thighs, over my stomach, and rimmed my belly button before making large circles around the outsides of my breasts. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Fire and ice on my skin.

  “Yes,” I hissed, every nerve ending alive. One nipple assaulted by ice, the other by a hot mouth that was sucking hard.

  My hands moved forward and tried to touch the face that belonged to the mouth, but as suddenly as it had appeared it was gone. Before I could voice my disappointment, I heard more ice clinking, so I just lay back and waited.

  A gasp escaped my lips as wet coldness slipped between the lips of my pussy, causing my body to jerk. And then, to the sound of the softest chuckle, the coldness slipped inside me along with two fingers. At the same time, warm lips sucked on my clit. I was going to explode. I lifted my hips and rode the face between my thighs, wanton and needy, chasing an orgasm.

  Seconds later, the warm tongue speared my insides, fucking me with vigor, replacing the cold with wet warmth.

  “Oh God,” I screamed, spiraling out of control. White light flashed across my vision and my body started to convulse as an almighty orgasm hit me
.

  And then, when I thought I could take no more, the warm lips descended on mine and kissed me, sucking my breath away, possessing every cell in my body. I didn’t care that it was only a dream—it was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.

  Sensual and electric, love crackled in the air.

  The deep voice drifted toward me. “Little bee, I'm going to fuck you now.”

  I felt his warmth over me. His body radiated heat as a hard cock found my entrance and slid inside.

  Rocking his hips back and forth, then with circular motions, the cock inside filled me until I could feel or think of nothing else but the sensation of it as it moved inside me.

  “Little bee, my love,” a voice rasped on the wind.

  Oh dream maker, never let this end.

  “Come with me, love.”

  I did. I let go and found release as his cock found its at the same time.

  Perfect unison. Perfect synchronization.

  The warm body covered mine, his heart beating wildly under my fingertips. I kept my eyes closed—fear convinced me that the apparition would melt if I opened them.

  After a while my breathing settled and I slipped into a deeper sleep, safe in the arms of my lover. I felt protected. Secure.

  Loved.

  I woke what must’ve been hours later. I’d been lifted from the chair and was being carried inside the house. Forcing my eyes open, I smiled up at Oliver.

  “Hey you,” I said dreamily, “when did you get back? I wasn’t expecting you.”

  “I just got here a short while ago. I went up to the bedroom and saw you down by the pool from the window, so I came down to get you.” A small frown sat between his brows.

  “I dreamed about you,” I said, my mind still in another world I didn’t want to leave.

  “Yeah? Was it good?”

  “Yeah,” I whispered into his chest “the best.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight — Maya

  I was exhausted. Lack of sleep and fucking all night long for days on end had taken its toll. Oliver was insatiable. He came for me when he wanted, where he wanted. However he wanted.