by Dark Angel
I roll the little round and juicy bead in my mouth, then bite down on it. A pomegranate seed. I wink. “Sweet, but a little tart.”
“Just like I like it,” he laughs.
I open my eyes and eye him with a saucy grin. “Such a dirty professor.”
Running his hands up my stomach, he teases my nipples again, and my breath catches, the familiar tug down low making my pussy ache to be filled.
He grabs another seed and crawls up on the bed, taking my hips and flipping me until I’m on his lap, his hard shaft rubbing against my wetness.
Oliver takes the pomegranate seed and squeezes until the juice runs out, then spreads it over my nipples.
He leans forward and slowly, tantalizingly licks the juice from my tits. Moaning, I fist my fingers in his hair, holding his head against me. “God, I want you so much right now.”
Oliver stretches to reach his nightstand, grabbing a condom and sheathing his thick cock. Then he shifts, raising me above him until my pussy is just above his erection. Teasing me and tormenting me as he makes me wait, holding me just out of reach.
“Fuck me, Oliver,” I breathe.
His jaw ticks as if he’s barely maintaining control.
“Ana,” he bites out, his eyes flashing. “Tell me this isn’t just tonight. I don’t think I can get enough of you tonight. I need more of this.”
His words take me by surprise. Almost as much as my own reaction to them. Because that’s what I want too. Even if it’s forbidden. I’m his student.
But I don’t care. I nod. “I want more of you, too,” I say softly. Then I smirk. “But if you don’t hurry up and give it to me already, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Can’t have that, can we? I kind of like your mind. It’s all kinds of complicated and sexy.” He grins.
Then he lowers me slowly on his cock, sliding into me completely, so very deep. So very full.
I begin moving, slowly at first, grinding my clit against him every time I sink down. Soon, we’re both moaning, picking up the pace, slamming into each other as we claw our way to ecstasy.
Suddenly, he flips me over, staying inside me the whole time. Then he goes even deeper. Fucking me so good that I don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly claimed by a man.
His cock slides in and out of me, the thick shaft dragging along my inner walls as I convulse and grip him, the friction driving me wild, sending me careening toward a cliff that I’m all too eager to fall from.
We cum together, his huge cock swelling and throbbing inside me as I pulse over and over again.
We collapse in a sweaty heap. Once we’ve caught our breath and the shocks have subsided, I look at him and flash my dimples.
“Well, professor, I think I’m doing quite well with your lessons. What do you think?”
He chuckles, playing with my nipple as he bends to bite my lip. “I think you’ll be passing with flying colors. Maybe even with honors. You’re definitely taking your dedication to your project above and beyond.” He frowns. “But maybe it was a fluke. I think I’m going to need you to show me again that you’ve learned your lesson.”
I reach down and grip his cock. “I think I can manage that.”
He’s already hard again, ready to go. So I get to work showing him what a quick study I am. The perfect student.
Did I say before that I’d much rather stay in bed than go to classes? Yeah, about that. I think I’ve finally found the perfect solution. Professor Mason’s class is one I can definitely get behind. I don’t even have to leave the bed.
Kim Vs. Stepbrother
Does it seem like every girl in romance is doing their stepbrother?
I mean, if they look anything like my stepbrother I can’t blame them.
Tall and muscular - with the ripped body of a Greek God that you could just lick from the top of his head to the tip of his…uhmm…you know.
Taboo just became even more tempting.
Oh right, lets add the last piece of the puzzle.
We’re both stuck inside the same house for the weekend with no one else.
Goodbye, clear head.
Hello, bad decisions!
*** It’s the cute single girl versus the Sinful Stepbrother in this fifth installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, steamy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. HEA? You know it, babe! ***
Kim
“Derek told me yesterday that we were going to Vienna next month while he bought some country or something," Alicia says to the table. "But I guess they had a coup so we're not anymore."
There are a few murmurs of concern and it's pretty clear no one knows what Alicia just said. Derek tries his hardest to not roll his eyes.
"Babe, I was supposed to go to Vietnam to give a lecture on how to do business in other countries, but it ended up getting cancelled because we're going on a cruise," he tells her. "How much were you drinking last night when I was talking about this?"
"Just one cosmo," she says, blinking her large eyes at him trying to look innocent.
But that makes a lot more sense now the way Derek said it. I can't help but smile. Despite the fact that Alicia has the ability to sometimes just act like a total Valley Girl and an airhead, I still love her so much. And I guess Derek makes her so happy.
Actually the two of them are really cute together. She's a classic, cute, and he's a strong, dominating influence. But you can tell she totally has him wrapped around her finger. I doubt if Derek even realizes the extent to which Alicia has him under her spell.
"I can't believe you were thinking of going to Vietnam!" Ashley says with a squeal. She turns to her SO. "Why can't you send me somewhere awesome like that, Apollo?" she asks.
Apollo doesn't say much when it's a large group of us. I don't know if it's because he's shy or if it's because he just views us all with contempt.
But let me take that back.
I'm pretty sure from everything I've seen he is totally into Ash, so I don't think he views us with contempt.
I think what happens is that he's just not sure what to make of Ashley. Like Alicia, even though they've been dating and are so in love, he just doesn't understand what to make of her sometimes. I mean, you gotta think about it like this. Apollo Kane is this billionaire titan. And the same goes with Derek who is this major player on Wall Street.
Both of these men are towering figures.
But these wispy lil' women with their Prada shoes and Louis Vuitton handbags, their La Perla lingerie and their Mac lipstick, their Sephora perfume, and their Forever 21 skirts basically just buzz around them like a little bird flies around a giant.
Time to time, they come into contact and apparently sex happens. You listen to both of my friends and they'll tell you that they have these giant monster orgasms where, I dunno, they see God or whatevs.
Whatever. I guess it's fine if they're happy.
But I'm just sitting here by myself—literally the fifth wheel in this group. I wouldn't even have come out tonight if Alicia hadn't forced me to. And once Ashley heard that I was free and in the city there was no stopping the two of them. You think one is bad? Try having both of them trying to get you to do stuff.
I mean, sure, I love hanging out with my friends and I get along just fine with Derek and Apollo. No one is mean to me.
But, I mean, where's my guy who offers to pick up the whole tab? Where's my guy who I can hold hands with under the table? Or trade stories that make no sense and needs correcting for? Who's looking out for me when I'm out so that I can just be a lil' girl and not have to worry about life?
I've had to take care of myself like this my entire life. Sure, Alicia or Ashley will roll their eyes if I ever complain.
"I mean, your stepdad is like, the owner of Connecticut," Alicia will say, and it's true to an extent; the man Mom ended up marrying last year owns a lot of property in Connecticut.
But where was he when I was growing up?
Where was my stepbrother Cody when I needed a man to hel
p me learn how to drive a car?
"So, we're all set for this weekend, right you two?" Ashley asks Alicia and Derek. "You guys are finally going to have the engagement party?"
We've finished dinner at Kittichai and are in the stretch limo that's taking us to the Time Warner Center.
"Finally," Alicia says. "We've only been like waiting on this party forever. You're all coming this weekend right?"
Ashley and Apollo nod and Alicia looks at me and narrows her eyes.
"I'm going too," I say defensively. "I'm actually going to go relax for a few days at my stepdad's place too then," I say.
"Isn't that in Southampton?" Alicia asks me and I nod. "That's perfect then, babe. You're like only a few minutes away from us."
"I just need to relax and lay out in the sun, ya know?" I tell her as we ride the elevator to the Stone Rose Tavern.
I know that's probably the one thing in the world I don't need right now, to be by myself even more. I mean, there's no way I'm going to meet Mr. Right Now if I'm hanging out by the pool on my own in Long Island.
But, it's not like I don't get a chance to go out.
I mean, I'm out now, aren't I?
"Can I buy you a drink?" a voice asks me and I turn toward it.
Cute guy. Nice bod.
I notice Alicia and Ashley start to steer their men a bit away from me, letting the guy feel a bit more confident to talk to me.
Alicia throws looks over, ready to jump in in a moment's notice. Ashley's different. She'll watch and if needed she'll step in.
"What do you do?" I ask as the bartender hands me a cosmo. I breathe heavily, hoping my boobs are going up and down and he's noticing.
"I work at Carter Jeffries in Private Equity," he tells me smoothly. "What about you?"
"I work for City Hall," I tell him, just as smooth.
"The Mayor?" he asks.
I nod.
"Didn't he have some scandal a year ago?" cute guy asks me.
"What was your name again?" I ask him, getting away from the topic that Mayor Anders doesn't want to talk about.
"I'm John Halpern," he tells me. "And you?"
"Kimberly Lubbers," I tell him. "But you can call me Kim."
Jim gives me a winning smile.
"Well, Kim," he says. "I was just about to head out and call it a night. But maybe you want to keep it going?"
I would.
I honestly should.
Just say fuck it to the world and go have a night of no strings sex.
But here's where I get lame.
"I have to catch a train tomorrow to go to the Hamptons for a party this weekend," I tell him. "So no late night for me, and that's what it would get to."
I can tell somehow that Alicia and Ashley have dropped their guard.
I don't know if they heard me, or they see my body language, or his, but they're okay now to enjoy their men.
You can bet your bottom dollar that if I were going home with him tonight, my sisters in arms would be checking him out and interrogating him non-fucking-stop.
"I got a buddy in Babylon," John tells me. "Gimme your number and maybe we can get together."
I can do that.
I give it to him.
He gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"See you around, Island girl,” he tells me and I smile.
Maybe Mr. Right Now is actually right around the corner.
God, it's so great to be young.
Cody
Can you feel the humidity in the air? I’m just standing here in the middle of the dance floor, but the air around me seems like something out of a fucking rainforest. These girls are surrounding me like savages, rubbing their bodies against mine, and they’re so fucking wet you can barely breathe around me.
“What do you say we get out of here?” Comes the voice of a girl from just behind. I turn around, nursing the 15-year-old whisky in my hands, and face her. Oh, what do we have here? She’s a petite brunette, a dress too tight for her own good, and lips that are just fucking begging for my cock.
“Cody, right?” she asks me, coming up to me and pressing her voluptuous tits against my body. They feel like plastic fake tits and, judging by their size, they probably are. What’s with women these days? I don’t fucking mind it most of the time, but it seems like most women nowadays are all silicone and no flesh.
Where are the fucking natural wonders? I mean, just look at me, twelve-inch cock dangling from between my legs, and I can fucking assure you it’s all natural.
“That’s me, yeah,” I say, running my hand down her back and resting it over her ass.
“What do you say we go back to your place?” she mewls, swaying her body at the rhythm of the music and rubbing her tits against my chest.
“What do you say we don’t go back to my place and you buy me a drink?” I ask her, waving my now empty glass of whisky in front of her face. Her eyes widen, and then she frowns; not the answer she was expecting. Well, babe, we can’t always get what we want, right? Besides, this is like the fourth girl tonight coming up to me like that. This shit gets tiresome. That’s why I just shot her down. I didn’t want or need her to buy me a fucking drink, and, to be honest, I doubt she could even afford what I’m drinking.
“Bon voyage,” I tell her as she steps back from me and ambles down the dance floor like a predator in heels, looking for some fresh meat to dig her claws into. You’re probably wondering why I’m not fucking the living daylights out of anyone by now, but the truth is that I just can’t be fucking bothered tonight. That doesn’t sound like Cody Brooks at all, right? But that’s me.
What, never heard of me? I’m a fucking rock star here in Manhattan, babe. That’s why these girls are all dancing around me as if I were some kind of God. My nights out are legendary, and I’ve lost count of how many girls I’ve fucked. It’s not my fault, really; women can’t get enough of my twelve-inch cock, 8-pack washboard abs, and ripped frame.
You know what pisses me off, though? Most of them care more about the money than they care about my cock. Yeah, that’s right, I’m fucking rich. Since it somehow seems like you’ve never heard of me, let me explain: I’m Joseph Brook’s son. Yeah, that one, the hedge fund manager.
Don’t get me wrong; I’ve made a fortune all by myself. I invested the $100k my father handed me down and turned it into a few millions. And that just a year after I got stateside from Iraq, where I was handing out justice to terrorists by way of a M4 rifle that earned me two Silver Stars; you can swing by my bedroom to check them out any time.
Let me recap it for you: army hero, wealthy, twelve inch-cock. And I’m only 27. So, really, I can’t blame women for fucking loving me.
“Settle down,” my father’s always telling me, but that’s easier said than done. When women throw their pussies at me 24/7, settling down isn’t the easiest thing to do, especially when all these women are gold diggers or as dumb as a rock. It’s easy for my dad to say; he was always lucky enough to find the diamonds in the rough. First, my mother and then, after she died, Kellyane.
Yeah, I have a stepmother, but don’t worry; I’m not a fucking animal. Kellyane’s a beautiful woman, but that’s it. Her daughter, Kim, is a whole different matter… Cute face, a bright smile framed by smart eyes, and a headful of bright blonde hair. And these long legs of hers, leading up to an ass perfect enough to make me salivate. And real fucking tits, round and perky.
When I saw her at my father’s wedding, I could barely think of anything else but fucking her.
Then my dad introduced her to me. “Your new sister, Kim,” he said, and my heart and cock both sank at the same time. That was it; there are some lines even I won’t cross, and fucking my stepsister is one of these lines.
“Hey, you’re Cody Brooks, aren’t you?” Some other girl sashays up to me, her eyes brightening up as she sees me.
“No,” I simply tell her, turning my back to her and heading down to the bar. I ask the bartender for another whisky, but when I turn around there
she is again, an eager smile on her lips, full tits almost jumping out of her tight fitting red dress. At least these look like the real thing, not fake plastic rip offs.
“You are Cody Brooks,” she purrs, taking one hand to my chest and closing in on me. Jesus fuck, can’t a guy get a drink without being fucking harassed all the time? This shit is tiresome.
“Yeah, okay, I’m Cody,” I admit, downing half of my whisky in one single gulp. She flashes me a victorious smile and then takes her hand to my crotch, probably just wanting to check if the rumors are true.
If you’re wondering, yeah, it’s all true—twelve-inch cock and enough stamina to kick ass at the Olympics. But tonight I’m not feeling it, and that’s the reason my cock isn’t hard when she presses her hand against my crotch.
“Sophia,” she whispers, leaning into me and brushing her lips against my ear. She squeezes my cock then, and looks me straight in the eyes. This one seems even hornier than all the others put together.
“Yeah, look,” I start, leaning against the counter and trying to get her to back off. “I’m just here with my friends and --”
“You could be with me… in the bathroom,” she points with her head to the back of the dance floor, and I almost cave. At least she didn’t want me to take her back to my place.
“I can’t,” I lie, and I can already tell she won’t take no for an answer. What the fuck happened to that No Means No thing? I’m a human being too, not a walking twelve-inch cock made of gold. “I’ve made a promise.”
“A promise?” She seems taken aback, so I just decide to have some fun at her expense.
“For each hour I go without sex, I’m donating $5000 to Africa,” I say, finishing my whisky and slamming my empty glass down on the counter.
“Oh, seriously?” she squeals, her hand still on my cock. Just let me fucking go, Samantha, or whoever you are.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Are people actually this fucking stupid? Seriously, this is the reason I’m not feeling it today. I’m just tired of all this constant bullshit. Women coming up to me because I’m wealthy, and how overall dumb they are. Where’s the fucking substance? I love tits and a nice piece of ass as much as the next guy, but once you’ve gone through as many women as I have, you start wanting more.
