by Rye Hart
I had a week with her, and I intended to prove to her that we could have it all. The intense fucking, a healthy family, and that she'd never want for anything. That she would have whatever her heart desired and that I would take care of her.
Those thoughts were enough to distract me—at least temporarily—from the hot cum burning deep within my balls. I felt it rising, felt my balls growing tight with anticipation of release. Josie's tight little snatch was almost too much for me, her every movement milking me of my seed. Every moan that came from her sent me even closer to the top, and I tried to forget how smooth her insides felt. I tried to control my thrusting, but I couldn't, not for long. Not when it felt so fucking amazing. All I could do was grit my teeth and try to delay the inevitable as long as possible.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her cries growing louder as I continued pounding myself into the depths of her hot, tight little pussy.
“Come for me, Josie,” I demanded, feeling my own orgasm rushing forward like an oncoming train, and feeling just as powerless to stop it. “Come for me now, before I blow my seed deep inside your hot little cunt, my pet.”
My words seemed to drive her crazy, and she moaned, her entire body spasming as I spoke to her. She was a good girl with such dirty little desires, and I had every intention of fulfilling those desires—of letting her explore her every dark fantasy—over and over again.
“Come on, baby,” I said. “Come fucking hard for me, pet. Come on…”
My words were starting to become strained as I clenched my jaw and gripped her hips tightly. She squirmed, pressing back against me, just before her ass briefly pulled away from me. I grabbed hold of her hips tighter and pulled her right back, though, ramming my dick deep into her. She cried out, so I drove it into her again. And again.
I pounded her sweet little hole, fucking her with wild abandon. The sound of our flesh slapping together blended with our cries of pleasure, echoing around the room and creating an erotic symphony that turned me on even more.
“Gavin, yes… Oh, Gavin… I'm—”
She didn't have to say the words, I could feel her orgasming all around my cock. Her pussy clenched down on my thick shaft, released it, and then clenched down again. Her hot little twat spasmed wildly, her body writhing as she gripped the pillows on my couch tightly.
The sounds coming from her were not words, they were screams, grunts, and moans as she came around my cock.
“Fuck yes,” I cried out.
I drove myself into her one more time, and I exploded inside her, shooting my seed deep into her pussy, filling her up completely. I drove myself into her again, feeling my hot spunk spilling out of her pussy, running down the insides of her thighs.
Josie collapsed face-forward onto the couch, but I didn't dare move. The feeling of sitting inside her, of still being surrounded by the warmth of her pussy, felt amazing, even well after the orgasm that had gripped her body had passed. My cock, though, soon deflated, and I had no choice but to slip out of her, much of my semen coming with it, spilling out of the folds of her pussy.
Her ass was still bright red, the outline of my handprint plain as day. I ran my hand across it gently and stroked the smooth, soft skin before helping her stand. Josie seemed to struggle at first, wavering on legs that were like Jell-O, but I held her up, letting her rest against me. When I took of the blindfold and saw her blue eyes staring back at me, it made my heart skip a beat as I realized, definitely not for the first time, that Josie was the one for me.
“I'm not sure I can survive a week of this,” she laughed.
Stroking the hair back from her face, I kissed the tip of her nose. “Don't worry, it won't be all sex,” I said. “Just lots of it. I will let you come up for air now and then, though.”
“Gee, thanks,” she said. “That's big of you.”
She laughed, and rested her head on my shoulder, clearly exhausted. I picked her up in my arms, and carried her off toward my bedroom, where I gently laid her down on the bed—the bed we'd conceived our child. Once I had her laying down, I crawled in and curled up beside her. I'd unloaded all my energy into her, and I was beat. But, as we lay there in the dim silence of my quarters, I suddenly remembered something—she never did get to eat dinner.
“Where are you going?” she muttered dreamily as I got out of bed.
“To order you something to eat, my sweets,” I said, kissing her forehead.
Chapter Fourteen
Josie
The End of the Week
I was curled up next to Gavin, my entire body sore, but in the best way possible. I felt sated. My vagina ached from all the sex and the massive cock I'd had inside me, and my ass was sore from the spanking—something we both seemed to enjoy. Who knew?
Lila and Jason ended up sharing our suite, and to be honest, I didn't see much of either of them the entire cruise. I wasn't entirely sure they'd actually left the room at any point last night. At least I wouldn't have to worry about walking in on Lila with her ass in the air getting drilled from the back. Tonight was the last night of the cruise, though, and the four of us were meeting for brunch in just under an hour.
I rolled over and found Gavin just waking up, he yawned and rubbed eyes still full of sleep. Even with his long hair messy and his face stubbly, he was still the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes upon. We'd spent a lot of time together over this past week, and still, I didn't want to leave. “I guess today is the day,” Gavin said, planting a gentle kiss upon my lips.
“I know, don't remind me,” I sighed. “I don't want to leave.”
“Then don't,” Gavin said. matter-of-factly.
“You know I have to,” I said. “My mom needs me.”
My sister couldn't stay even a day longer, which meant I had to get home. There was no way I could hire an in-home caregiver, especially with a baby on the way. She needed me, even as much as I wanted to stay there, on that ship, with the father of my child. While it was too soon to say we were falling in love, there was definitely something more there between us. A connection I couldn't understand or explain.
Gavin needed a sub, and I needed a dom. I didn't know it until I met him, but I liked giving my control over to him. I liked letting him lead the way, sexually speaking. It was such a turn on and it helped ease the guilt in my brain. I'd come a long way from the first time we'd had sex, and he was slowly introducing me to all kinds of goodies he'd been kind enough to forego in our first encounter—whips, restraints, sex swings, and a whole host of other things I never imagined existed.
“You know I can take care of your mother too,” Gavin said. “I have the means to do so. And it would make me happy to make you happy.”
“I can't ask you to do that,” I said.
“Why not? You're having my child. It only seems fitting you'd stay here with me, allow me to care for you both,” he said. “If that means I take care of your mother too, so be it. I have no issue with that at all.”
My heart fluttered with so many warm feelings. The idea that he wanted to take care of me, after I'd been the one caring for others for so long, was so sweet it made me almost want to cry. I so badly wanted to agree, to say yes, so I could stay aboard this ship with him.
“I have doctors’ appointments and stuff too,” I muttered. “You know, baby stuff.”
“Like I said, we have a few days before we leave again,” he said. “We can stay in my condo in San Diego until then, get you to your appointments, and set sail again in a few days.”
“Oh God, that's so tempting,” I laughed.
“Then it's settled,” Gavin said. “I'll set up someone to care for your mother, and it'll be the best care money can buy. Your mother will want for nothing, I assure you.”
My eyes welled with tears. “Thank you, Gavin.”
He kissed me, long and hard, and I felt his erection pressing into me. I reached down, taking hold of his cock—and yes, I could now say cock without dying of embarrassment. Gavin had helped me with so much in the last week,
including accepting the fact that I could enjoy sex without shame. It was a really liberating experience, one I'd been denied for so long.
I very much enjoyed his cock, and my body ached for him already, even though we'd fucked only hours before.
“Slow down, my pet,” he chuckled. “We have brunch with your friends, remember?”
“We can cancel,” I said as I nuzzled myself into his chest.
I stroked his long, hard cock through his pants and felt him shudder. With my hand gripping his cock, he wanted to cancel too. I could see it in his eyes.
“We can't,” he said, taking my hands off him and bringing them to his lips, where he kissed them gently. “But we'll have all the time in the world if you stay with me.”
“I'll stay with you,” I said. “Because there's nowhere else I'd rather be.”
EPILOGUE
Living life at sea was interesting, to say the least. Especially with a child. Colby Lamar was born in San Diego, and while we spent the early days on land, our first trip out to sea came when he was just under a year old.
It wasn't aboard the cruise ship, however. Gavin and I still frequented the cruises, when we had time, but most of our time on the water was aboard his yacht, which allowed us to sail wherever our hearts desired. Colby's first steps were aboard the yacht, with Lila and Jason present as well.
Gavin and I were sitting next to each other, our son sleeping in my arms, as we sailed down to Cabo. It was just going to be a short trip, just to see if our son loved the sea as much as his father, and so far, it appeared to be the case.
Lila and Jason had recently gotten engaged and we were going down to celebrate. Apparently, the singles cruise helped more than one person find their soul mate, because those two looked completely and utterly in love.
As did Gavin and me. My handsome, dominant man kept his promise—he took care of us. I was able to take some online classes while at sea, and when we got back to San Diego, I could finish my degree. I'd be a nurse. Not because we needed the money, but because that's what I wanted to do. Finally, I could do what I wanted. I wasn't tied down to my family.
My mom was getting the care she needed, better care than I could provide for her, and was recovering nicely. She was a little upset at me for getting pregnant before marriage, but after meeting Gavin and hearing that he was going to be in the child's life, she relented.
Plus it wasn't just Lila and Jason getting married in the not too distant future. Gavin and I had a wedding of our own to plan. He'd asked me right after I gave birth to our son—a child that looked every bit like his father.
He wanted to make us a real family, and how could I resist? I love him, he loved me, and we simply worked together.
Our love story might not be conventional but in the end, we were happy.
Our son had his mom and dad, and he'd be spoiled rotten. Not just by his daddy, but by Aunt Lila who showered him with lavish gifts as well. Never, had I experienced such luxury and ease of living. Never before had I felt so loved and valued.
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STEP BROTHER ROMANCE: FORBIDDEN TOUCH
CHAPTER ONE - CALEB
“Let’s see who can snag the first hot piece of tail tonight.” Jason said with a sly grin, as he handed me a cigarette.
“Don’t’ worry. I’m in a charitable mood. I’ll send the first one that comes my way your direction. You can thank me later.” I said as I grabbed the cigarette and proceeded to light it up.
Tyler chuckled and shook his head. He was in his early forties, married with two kids so he relished in being the amused spectator, while Jason and I chased women. The two of us, on the other hand, were bachelors in our late twenties and self-admitted horn dogs.
We were walking towards our favorite hangout, McConnel’s Pub, ready for a much needed drink - or five. The pub was right around the corner from the fire station and the perfect post-shift hangout. Over the years, the three of us generally ran the same shifts and we grew close. I guess facing life threatening conditions together made it that way.
Working around the clock with a twelve-hour rotation for five days hit me hard, but not hard enough to stop me from my usual indulgences: booze and mind-blowing sex. Tonight, my body was yearning for the later at a whole new level. I felt the pressure rising in my pants as I walked into the pub like a predator seeking his prey. Down boy.
When I was on the job, nothing else mattered, and that was what made me such a damn good fire fighter. But the second my rotations ended, my body was eager for a much-needed release. I was a creature of habit.
We stepped inside McConnel’s and moved toward the bar. I ordered my usual shot of bourbon and slid onto the nearest stool. Jason was already making his way to a blond sitting in a booth in the corner of the room. The poor man wasn’t the brightest tool; it was evident that she was waiting on a date. The fact that the blond was sitting in the corner so focused on her phone gave it away. No girl coming to a bar to get laid would sit away from traffic and be so preoccupied with sending someone else texts.
Not wasting any time, I scanned the room slowly. A sexy little brunette was leaning against the back wall, a martini in her hand, and a hungry look in her eyes. She was hot, but looked desperate with too much makeup and an outfit that didn’t leave enough to the imagination.
I kept searching until a leggy red head walked through the door and claimed my attention. She was gorgeous in a slutty way, wearing a tight little number that highlighted her tits and ass. She was on the prowl, but classy enough.
I watched her approach the bar, her head held high, and her long red curls cascading down her back.
“I’ll catch you later.” I said as I eye fucked the red head. Tyler gave a knowing nod and proceeded to focus on the football game playing on the TV.
With an easy gait, I walked over to her and put my arm on the bar in front of her. She glanced at me as if she was already bored.
Fuck, my interest was piqued.
The bartender slid a fire-engine red drink to her. She reached toward her purse, but I grabbed her hand to stop her. Her eyes met mine, and I shook my head, already slipping a twenty to the bartender.
“Thank you,” she said, inclining her head toward me.
Without a word, I raised my glass. She clinked her own against it and then took a small sip. I mimicked her, never once dropping her gaze.
“So,” she said. “Name?”
“Caleb. Yours?”
“I’m Trish.”
“Anything else, Caleb?” the bartender asked. I shook my head. “Heading back to the station?”
“Not until tomorrow,” I said. “Finally got a night off.”
“The station?” Trish asked, her eyes full of interest now. I should have known all I had to do was drop the fireman bomb, and she’d melt in my hands.
“Fire station,” I said.
“Well, well…,” Trish said, grinning and taking a step toward me.
“Well?” I asked.
She stepped forward once more. “I’ve always wanted to see the inside of a fire station. You can say it’s on my bucket list,” she said softly, her lips barely an inch from mine. “Could you give me a personal tour?”
My cock twitched at her words. She leaned back to search my eyes. It was too easy. One mention of my job and this girl was practically falling on my dick. Usually, I liked a challenge but I had a long day so this would do. I set my now empty glass down and nodded toward the door. She downed her drink, giggled with excitement, and followed me outside.
We didn’t speak as we walked to the station. There wasn’t anything left to say. I wanted someone to screw, she wanted to fulfill a fantasy. It was a win-win.
I led her through the back door toward my sleeping quarters. The bunks were still empty, and I could hear voices coming from the common area. Everyone still on-call was hanging out, wasting time until a call came in. Lucky for me, I didn’t have to worry about anything tonight. The only thing that needed my focus was Trish’s tits
and her sure-to-be-glorious pussy.
She looked around the bunk area, a sultry smile on her face. When she turned back to face me, she slid her dress to the floor in one smooth motion. She was naked beneath it, and the sight of her bare skin propelled me forward.
“Let’s get started with that personal tour. We can start with my cock,” I growled and threw her backward on my bunk.
She giggled while I stripped naked. I made sure she had a good view of my full triceps and abs, which I earned from weight training at the station. She licked her lips as I lowered my boxers to let out my cock which stood in salute in front of her naked body. I climbed on top of her. We kissed hard and fast, it was wet and sloppy, sexy in a desperate sort of way. I bit her bottom lip and moved my lips down to her perky tits. I took her nipple in my mouth, and she cried out with pleasure, louder than I expected.
I slipped my fingers between her legs, slowly gliding between her folds. Fuck. She was already soaked and ready for me. I sat up and grabbed a condom from under my pillow. I tore it open and slid it down my dick in one motion.
“Someone’s prepared,” Trish said, grinning.
“Always.” I flipped her onto her stomach, and she moaned with anticipation, already lifting her hips for me.
“Good girl. Next, I want you to show me how much you enjoy me pounding you into next week.”
I shoved myself inside of her, making her gasp and cry out. I then proceeded to fuck her hard and fast. No need to waste time by leading into it. Pent-up release was my goal, and her pleasure was just an added perk. By the way she was screaming and clinging to the bedpost, she was experiencing plenty of it.
“Oh yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me, Caleb. Fuck me!”
I knew her cries of pleasure could be heard in the common area, but I didn’t care. I slammed my cock inside of her with force while waves of pleasure rolled through me. I was close to spilling my load inside her, and I didn’t want to hold myself back. I moved faster, selfishly seeking my own release.
