by Mia Ford
I sat up and pulled my crop top over my head, tossing it on the ground. My nipples were so hard they strung, and I scooted back on the bed, motioning for Andrew to come closer. With trembling fingers, I reached for the waistband of his soccer shorts, tugging them down his legs. They caught on his erection, and it bobbed free once he was naked. There was a tiny drop on the head of his beautiful cock; shaking, I leaned down to lick it. He tasted salty and damp, but not unpleasant, and he smiled at me in encouragement, leaning back. I licked the head of his cock, listening to him moan. It felt so satisfying, and giving him pleasure was really turning me on even more. My panties were bunched between my legs, completely soaked. As I licked the head of his erection, Andrew rolled his eyes back in his head and let his head flop back. I took more of it into my mouth, savoring the feel of the soft, hot skin.
Suddenly, I felt Andrew’s hand on my shoulder. He pushed me up, gently, and rolled me over on my belly, spreading my legs. I was face down on the mattress, blushing furiously. I knew he could see everything between my legs, and that knowledge made me throb with pleasure and shame. I felt so exposed, and it was embarrassing how much it was turning me on! Andrew pushed my body up a few inches, and the rough bedspread scratched my nipples, making me purr into the bed. I heard a rustling sound, and felt weight on the bed as Andrew sat beside me.
“Lean your head up,” he instructed, sounding shaky. I licked my lips and lifted my head, staring at him. His cock was throbbing and standing straight up; I felt a momentary flash of fear at the thought of how much it would hurt. Andrew reached up and wrapped something around my head, blindfolding me. After a moment, I realized it was my pink crop top. He twisted it into a knot and rolled it into place at the back of my head, pushing my head back down into the mattress. I couldn’t see anything; I was completely blind. The room was silent; I listened for sounds of Andrew around me. My whole body was begging for his touch.
“Andrew?” I whispered, muffled into the bedspread. No response. The air in the room felt cold, and the crotch of my panties rubbed against my clit whenever I wriggled on the bed, hoping to entice him. After a few minutes, I realized I was being tested. Ohmygod, I thought, in a panic when I realized what he wanted me to do. What a pervert! I thought, even though I was the one spread-eagled on his bed, waiting for him to fuck me. Shame flooded my body, but my clit was throbbing. Squirming, I reached my right arm under my body and uncomfortably down to my crotch, rubbing at myself through my panties. Against my will, I moaned, settling into a more comfortable position and stroking myself through the wet silk. Knowing that he was watching me, I reached down with my other hand, and pulled my panties to the side, showing him exactly where I was pleasuring myself.
“Mmmn,” I moaned, purring into the mattress.
“Good girl,” I heard Andrew whisper loudly.
I moaned, rubbing at myself with abandon. Spasms of pleasure were rocketing through my body, and my hand was sopping wet with my juices. Just as it was starting to feel really good, Andrew reached down and yanked my hands away, pulling both of my arms above my head and pinning them there with his own. I heard his hot breath in my ear as he leaned close, and he grunted as he stretched down, rubbing his big fingers against my exposed pussy. He squeezed my wrists together and moved down the bed; I felt his weight kneeling between my legs. His fingers moved up my legs and took hold of the fabric of my panties, pushing my legs together in order to slide them down. I trembled at the thought of him really seeing and smelling me without any cover; my whole body flushed scarlet. Andrew grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs into a spread-eagled position on the bed. The cool air on my exposed pussy felt amazing and I desperately wanted to touch myself again.
I felt something wet and warm on the back of my thigh, going dangerously close to my pussy. My whole body relaxed when I realized it was Andrew’s tongue: I could feel his damp breath on my naked body, and I could hear him panting with desire. Gently, his tongue traced little patterns all over my thighs and moved closer to my labia, the strokes growing harsher. Andrew clamped both hands over my ass cheeks and spread me, making me recoil up and back, mortified. But he was stronger than me, and his hands stayed firmly on me, spreading me so far open that it hurt. My clit throbbed; I squirmed and moaned on the bedspread. Without warning, he plunged his tongue inside of me, pulling back out and lavishing my clit with stroke after heavenly stroke. I moaned loudly into the bed, arching my back and trying to open myself as much as possible to him. His breath teased my clit, he sucked at it and nibbled and licked until I was writhing in frenzy, screaming and panting. His tongue brought me to the edge; I could feel my juices soaking into his bedspread and coating his face. I ground furiously against him in pleasure, reaching my hands under my body and pinching my own nipples, reveling in the pain. The pleasure was almost too much to bear; a small, hot feeling started building inside me with more and more intensity until I was shrieking.
Suddenly, Andrew stopped. He got to his knees behind me, and I heard a small ripping, papery sound. I pulled the makeshift blindfold off my head and craned my neck, looking at him. I watched as he slowly unrolled a condom onto his stunning erection, closing his eyes in pleasure. He met my eyes, and crawled closer between my legs, straddling my hips. I watched in fascination as he used his hand to push his cock closer and closer to me; and I felt something warm pressing firmly against my anus.
In shock, I looked up at Andrew’s face. He was staring at me and grinning with raised eyebrows. I shook my head ‘no’ furiously, burying my face in the bedspread. His cock moved lower until it was pressing right against my pussy. There was a little bit of soreness, but I was desperate to have him filling me. He hesitated, and I furiously pushed my hips back, taking his full cock into me.
I wriggled my hips to take him deeper. Andrew moaned and thrust all the way into me; I felt like my whole body was full with his cock. He roughly used his hands to spread my thighs back apart, grabbed my ass cheeks, and started pumping in and out of me, making the bed shake. With my legs spread, my clit was rubbing against the rough bedspread, and the combination of that and Andrew’s delicious cock was making me insane.
As he fucked me, I felt tears of shame and humiliation and pleasure leak out of my eyes. I moved furiously in rhythm with his thrusts, relishing the feel of him pumping in and out of me. I felt his thumb slip between my cheeks, gently rubbing against my asshole. Shock flooded my body once again, but it felt so good. The thought of him rubbing me there was so embarrassing, but somehow, that just made it hotter. I blushed, trying to bury my face deeper in the mattress. Closing my eyes, I wriggled against him, making him thrust even harder and harder. His thumb pushed deeper inside of me, and I squirmed hard against the bedspread, my exposed clit throbbing and raw.
Finally, Andrew thrust as hard as possible into me, pushing me into the mattress. The pressure exploded within my body; I closed my eyes and saw stars as my orgasm tore through me. Andrew stopped, and gently pulled his thumb away, taking a hold of my hips and sliding out. With some effort, I drew my legs closed and rolled over, panting hard. My body was soaked in sweat; I could feel my hair clinging to my forehead and the back of my neck. Between my legs felt numb and sore, but also tingly with pleasure.
When it was over, we lay together, panting and shaking.
“You’re incredible, Kristin,” Andrew whispered in my ear. “You’re the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen.”
I blushed. “Do you think we were quiet enough?”
Andrew smirked. “Who cares?”
My blush deepened. “You should go,” I whispered. “I’ll be in so much trouble if Mom finds out you were here.”
“Who cares?” Andrew whispered. He pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my sweaty body.
“You’re going to go back to Boston and leave me,” I whispered. Some of the post-sex high was wearing off, and I was starting to feel sad again.
Andrew hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. “Come with me,” he said, not even bothe
ring to whisper.
“What?” I rolled around, staring at him. “Are you serious?”
Andrew sighed. He raked a hand through his dark hair. “Yes,” he said. “I am quite serious.”
I blinked. “What…what does that mean?”
“It means I love you, Kristin.”
I stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“Very.” Andrew kissed me gently, chastely. “I love you. You’re an incredible woman, and I want you to come and live with me and try to have a relationship. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
I shivered at the intensity of his words.
“What about Victor?”
“Even if I hadn’t met you, I know that Victor and I couldn’t keep messing around,” Andrew said. “I’m getting to the point now where I need to be with one person, and that person is you.”
Shock radiated through my body. “Are you serious?”
Andrew chuckled. “I wish you’d stop asking me that,” he said.
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “I think I always have. Ever since the first time I saw you.”
Andrew nodded. He nuzzled my face tenderly before kissing me again. This time, I slipped my tongue between his lips, dancing in his mouth.
“I love you,” I repeated, feeling a warm glow erupt in my body. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Andrew.”
Andrew grinned. “Good,” he said. “Because that’s exactly what I want.”
As Andrew and I drifted off to sleep, I gave no mind to what my mom and Dean would think. Sure, they’d be shocked and angry. But if they’d come around to Andrew after all this time, that meant that the same had to hold true for me. After all, I’d always been their good daughter. And nothing was really changing…I was just moving out, and dating my stepbrother. My perfect, sexy, amazing, rich stepbrother.
This is a dream come true, I thought as I drifted off into a happy, sated sleep. And I’m going to make sure that the rest of my life is as wonderful as this moment.
The last thing I heard before falling asleep was Andrew’s gentle whisper in my ear.
“I love you, Kristin.”
Purring happily, I stretched in his arms. “I love you,” I whispered softly. “I love you so much.”
The end
I hope you enjoyed reading “Seduced By Two”. Also, for your reading pleasure, I have included several bonus stories in this book. So, please refer to the Table of Contents (TOC) to choose which one you want to read next! They are all full of hot and steamy action!!!
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Alessio
Thanks to that nosy brunette bitch, Beth, I served six months in Rikers Island for violating parole and cocaine possession. I spent every single day of those six months cursing her. I couldn’t wait to get out of jail – then I’d be able to really make that bitch sorry.
I hadn’t counted on her being so sexy. I hadn’t thought someone like Beth would be capable of arousing someone like me. But somehow, her innocence and naiveté turned me on more than ever before. Soon, the nosy little cunt was all I could think about.
Fucking her didn’t get her out of my system. But she’d be the one fucking me if I didn’t convince her to change her mind and refuse to testify against me.
And there was no way I could let that happen.
Beth
I never thought I’d sleep with the man who murdered my fiancé, Michael Bennett. But Alessio Amoruso wasn’t just a one-night-stand…I was starting to realize that he was more than just a crime boss with a sick sense of humor. He was strong and tough, the kind of passionate man I’d always wanted.
Too bad there was the little problem of Alessio murdering my fiancé. If I didn’t testify against Alessio, I’d never have revenge against the man who’d first asked me to marry him. Alessio told me that he’d changed. He swore up and down that he’d do whatever it took to prove that he was a different man.
But I never expected my heart to change. What was going to happen now that I was falling in love with the man who murdered my fiancé?
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