Each magnificent ejaculation is paired with a wild, uncontrolled jerk of his hips and a composed expulsion of air, as though all three things are needed in order for him to balance himself. When his balls are dry and he’s got nothing more to give, he folds himself across her back and listens to her beating heart.
“Jason”, Sash says after a long moment has passed. “Jason Walker.”
Dante makes a noise, the meaning of which Sash can’t quite determine. He lifts himself from her and carefully pulls his still erect cock out of her hole, delighted by the way the tight skin of her pussy clings to it. Pausing momentarily, he watches her pussy hole close lazily, before a single drop of his cum leaks to the surface. Satisfied, he goes to his clothes.
Sash turns around, her skin still trembling with sensitivity. Even against the cotton of the bed spread, she feels like she might explode again in orgasm just by rubbing it across her body in the right way.
“Where are you going now?” she complains.
“You said you’d trust me, Sash”, he says. “This won’t work any other way.”
“Stay with me, please, Dante, don’t leave.”
Dante already his his boxer-shorts back on. He pulls on his trousers and then gathers up his shirt, righting it ready to be worn.
“I can’t stay”, he says. “I can’t be seen to wake up here.”
“Then take me with you”, Sash says. “Take me to your house.”
She’s up on her feet now, helping him with the buttons.
“I’m going away for a while”, he says. “My plane leaves tomorrow.”
“Away where?”
“California”, he says. “L.A.”
“Jesus Dante, what the fuck?”
“It’s work”, he says. “Don’t worry, Sash, I’m coming back.”
“When?”
“I don’t know”, he says. “It’s a big project. An expansion.”
He reaches for his jacket.
“Then take me with you.”
He pulls it on, and Sash smooths down the front of it. “No”, he says, shaking his head. “That’s not going to work.”
“I thought you wanted me, Dante. I though that was why you came back here.”
“It was, and I do, but you can’t come with me.”
“What am I meant to do then, wait until you come back?”
Dante doesn’t need to answer that question. Instead, he collects his shoes and socks, and sits on the edge of the bed, ready to put them on.
“Don’t do this to me, Dante”, Sash complains. “You can’t just come here and fuck me whenever you feel like it, that’s not going to work for me.”
“I need to know that I can trust you, Sash”, he says.
Sash folds her arms across her chest.
“You know you can trust me”, she says.
“You prove that to me, while I’m away”, Dante says. “and I’m all yours.”
“All mine? What does that even mean?”
“It means we talk about a proper relationship like before”, he says. “It means being together.”
“Secretly?” Sash asks.
“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed Sash, but we are stepbrother and stepsister.”
“So what?” she says, sitting alongside him.
Dante smooths the back of her neck and she tilts herself into his touch. “It’s not illegal”, she says.
“If anyone found out, I could be ruined”, Dante says. “I took a risk coming here, but I wanted to show you what you mean to me. We have to keep this secret, Sash.”
“Do you mean it?” Sash asks.
“What?”
“About being together in a proper relationship.”
“Show me I can trust you, and you’ll see that I do.”
Dante stands up. Out of his jacket pocket comes his wallet.
“Now you’re going to pay me?” Sash says.
Dante takes out a credit card and holds it in the air in front of her. “That place was pathetic”, he says. “You deserve much more than that.”
“That place was my home”, Sash says. “You had no right to take that away from me.”
“Find somewhere you like. Treat yourself. Go shopping, start dance classes again. Wait for me”, he says finally handing it over.
Sash takes the card.
“Do you have to go?” she asks, already sure of the answer.
“Yes”, Dante confirms.
“Will you call me?”
Dante looks at her with his hungry eyes, the storm already passed.
“Show me I can trust you”, he says, ignoring the question completely.
Sash is quick to her feet. Desperate to show Dante who he belongs to, she wraps herself around him and pulls him into her for a kiss. Finally, she takes his hand and places it on her warm, still tingling pussy.
“Can I trust you?” she asks.
“I’ve never wanted anyone else in my life”, Dante says, and what’s more, she believes him.
As Dante crosses the road to his car, his phone already pressed to his ear, Sash isn’t the only one watching him. In the room next door to hers, hidden by a half-drawn curtain and stood in dark, impenetrable shadow, is her father. The uneasy look on his face suggests he’s been awake for some time.
Chapter 10
She’s there to meet him at the airport. A tall, Latin looking girl with large, almost black eyes, full lips and long, jet-black hair. She’s absolutely beautiful. Dressed smartly and holding her hand, is a young boy who can’t be more than two years old. Lighter skinned, American features, a crop of rustic, sun bleached hair.
They wait patiently, eyes on the gate, excited to see him come through it. The boy especially. He has a huge smile of anticipation on his face, like he’s just understood the meaning of birthday presents, and is expecting a huge one to come through the door at any minute. He can hardly contain himself, eyes wide and hungry, strikingly familiar.
When he sees him, his unmistakable figure cutting through the crowd, his arms go up into the air.
“Daddy!”
Breaking away from his mother, he slips rapidly under the barrier, only to be gathered up mid-approach and carried back the way he came, a kissed greeting planted firmly on his forehead.
She takes her sunglasses off as he approaches, even better looking than the last time she saw him.
“Hello, Dante”, she says wistfully, taking the pair of them into her arms.
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Giving My Billionaire Stepbrother A Baby 1
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Giving My Billionaire Stepbrother A Baby 3
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About Stephanie Brother
Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She’s always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.
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Giving My Billionaire Stepbrother A Baby 3
Giving My Billionaire Stepbrother A Baby 3
Sometimes you can tell how expensive the clothes are in a store by how few they’ve decided to hang up on the rails. One end of a fat straw buried deeply in her frappuccino, and the other caught helplessly between perfect teeth, Sash sweeps her hand idly through the half a dozen thousand dollar dresses, as though more interested by the way they feel than the way they look.
Waiting anxiously at the supermarket check-out to see if her card was going to work, seems like a distant memory from someone else’s life. Not only does she have the power to buy anything that her heart desires, she’s finally got the one thing that money could never get her. Dante.
A sour faced assistant observes her closely, suspicious she’s just anot
her one of these women that come in here to dream. Sash smiles at her, but the gesture isn’t returned. Instead the woman says, “You might find those a little out of your price range, I’m afraid. We’re a boutique shop.”
Sash doesn’t feel the need to rise to the bait. She’s happy today. She’s dancing again. She’s staying in one of the most expensive hotels in the city. Ok, Dante still hasn’t called, but after what happened last week, she knows exactly how he feels about her. She can still feel her pussy throb, her skin tingle with electricity just to think his name. Almost absentmindedly, she puts her hand on her belly, and wonders whether it’ll be a boy or a girl.
Dante. If she plays by his rules, he’ll be hers. She just has to wait for him to come back to her. Like a queen waiting for her King to come back from a distant adventure and claim her.
“Do you have this in a size two?” Sash asks, picking one of the dresses out at random. She’s not even sure if she likes the design, but that wouldn’t really be the point of buying it anyway.
“That dress is over six thousand dollars”, the woman says.
“Oh”, Sash says, letting it go quickly, a disgusted look on her face.
The assistant smiles smugly, her hands behind her back, while she rocks forward onto the balls of her feet. It’s an action that says “I knew it. I saw you a mile off. Your type, coming in here, thinking you can afford these clothes.”
“Don’t you have anything more expensive?” Sash says, as seriously as she can manage, delighted to see the color drain quickly from the woman’s stone-like face.
A little flustered now, she says, “I hope you don’t think I’m being rude, but it’s important for me to check, especially with first time customers. Are you sure you are able-”
Even before the woman has finished her sentence, Sash pulls a huge wad of money out of her purse. There must be over ten thousand dollars there.
“Wait, maybe that’s not enough”, Sash says, and roots around again, even though the assistant now has her hands up defensively and is telling her not to worry.
“No wait”, Sash says, making a point. “Here, hold this.”
She gives the woman her now empty frappuccino cup. The woman wrinkles her nose up at the chewed straw, before putting the container carefully on the counter with the very tips of her fake-nailed fingers, should Sash request it back again.
Sash pulls out two more wads of cash. “Here you go”, she says, waving them excitedly in the air to show the lady. “I thought I had some change in here. Of course I can pay by card if it’s not enough. I only got it out because some places don’t accept plastic.”
The woman is crimson with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry”, she says. “We have to check. We get all sorts of people in here pretending to be able to afford it, you know.”
“That’s ok”, Sash says with a smile, “I would have done exactly the same with you. I mean look at the dress you’re wearing for a start. That’s definitely not from here is it? I’m surprised they let you work in here looking like that.”
The assistant’s mouth hangs open long enough for Sash to count her fillings.
“Did you have it in a size two?” Sash asks again.
“We make adjustments to every dress to ensure that they fit”, the assistant says evenly.
“Perfect”, Sash says.
“Which one was it that you wanted again?”
Sash flops into the large leather armchair usually reserved for well-heeled men, while they wait for their women to finish getting ready.
“Oh I don’t care”, Sash says with a big smile and a dismissive wave of her hand. “You choose.”
Stepbrother: Alpha Billionaire (excerpt)
I have dreamt of this moment for most of my adult life. I was never the prettiest or the most popular, or even the cleverest girl at school, I was always just Cass, the one on the outside looking in. Never the Prom Queen or the Fairy Princess, just the one that slipped by without being noticed. I never thought I’d be here doing this.
There is an urgency that descends upon us like a desperate hunger. I can feel it burning inside me and I don’t know how much longer I can resist before it takes me over. I want to claim it before it passes me by. I want him before he changes his mind. Before I change mine.
Fuck the immoral. Fuck the taboo. Felix and I aren’t related to each other. If we’d got together before our parents did, nobody would bat an eyelid.
“Take me to your bedroom”, I whisper insistently into his ear. “Now.”
This feels wrong, only because we are stepsister and stepbrother. It makes my heart pound in my chest when we ascend the stairwell to the rooms, several eyes upon us. I imagine the conversations people have in our wake. They go like this:
“Such a wonderful family”, “taking her to her room, how sweet”, “their parents would be so proud.”
What they don’t see is the erection hardening quickly below Felix’s trousers, nor the desire and need I carry for him, exploding out below the surface of my skin.
In the corridor outside his room, we wait patiently for a couple to pass us by, the hands that only moments before were exploring him, hidden quickly out of sight to the side, now trembling at the thought of what awaits us.
When we are alone again, the rest of the guests either already in bed or still downstairs, we hurry through the door and into his chamber. Felix shuts the door quickly behind us and leans against it momentarily, his heart pounding.
I’m suddenly afraid. What if someone knows? What if someone catches us? What if I can never give him up?
Felix bites his lip. The corner of his mouth curls up into a smile, he winks at me, and then he comes over. A cat ready to pounce on its prey.
I back away waving my finger, wanting him to earn me. He knows the game, lets me fight him off a few times and then grabs me round the waist with one of his huge arms and pulls me into him. He wrestles me to the bed, trapping me against the soft cotton duvet. He goes to kiss me, but I don’t let him. As he moves in, I twist my head to the side. Undeterred, he tries again, only for me to move to the other side. We’re both laughing now, teasing ourselves.
“Fine”, he says, mock offended. “If you don’t want me to-”
He tries to pull away, but this time I won’t let him. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down into me so I can feel the heat of his crotch against mine.
“No, wait”, I say. “Kiss me.”
He grabs hold of my hair to make sure I don’t move, leans in, tilts my lips towards him and kisses me deeply. I run my hands through his hair and pull him towards me, desperate for the moment to last forever. Our tongues fight for a while against one another, until his proves too strong and I take it into my mouth, sucking the thick, sweet tip like a lollipop. He bites my lower lip, and then I bite his, and then he moves away from my mouth altogether to explore the sensitivity of the soft tissue around my neck, and the delicate structure of the bones of my clavicle.
He bites me hard around the muscle that runs along the left hand side of my neck and it turns me on so much I have to pull him back to do it again. My body is tingling, and trembling so much from excitement Felix asks me whether I’m cold. Every time his mouth moves towards the sensitive skin around the bones of my shoulder, or lower, towards the line of my dress and the forbidden skin underneath that forms the beginning of my breasts, I get a shooting wave of pleasure cascading up and down my spine, that turns somersaults in my stomach and makes my pussy tingle. I feel as fragile as glass. I feel like I might explode into a million pieces if he continues, but I know there is no way I want him to stop.
I let my hand slide along his thigh, tug eagerly at the tucked in shirt, and make a big enough hole through which it can disappear and explore the taut skin on the other side. I run my hand across his belly and then up towards his chest, his muscles perfectly firm and well defined. When I find his nipple, my finger tracing a circle first of all through the thin hair that surrounds it, I can’t help bu
t squeal in delight. I tease it and then pull at it and then immediately want him to do the same to me.
Felix has his hand in the hole on my dress, his fingers exploring the soft tissue of my thigh. The hole is placed in such a way and his fingers are of such a length, that he can just about reach the edge of my panties. As he kisses the exposed skin at the top of my dress, he tries to lift my panties and slide his fingers underneath the fabric. I let him do this for a while just to tease him. I love him having his hand there, but what I like more is knowing that in this way, he’ll never quite be able to reach what he wants. I want to make him understand what the last three years have been like for me, reaching in from the outside, desperate to touch something I can’t quite get to. When I’ve had my fun, and the desire to have him actually touching my pussy, holding me open with his slender fingers and pushing one inside me, I fight my way out from underneath him, roll over and put myself on top.
I pull at his shirt and practically tear it off trying to get it away from him. Felix takes over and a second later it’s in a crumpled pile on the floor. For a moment, I have to just appreciate him. He has one of the most incredible bodies I’ve ever seen. He’s muscular and well defined, but his body and muscle tone is more like a swimmers than a body builders. He’s naturally strong, with thick arms and a barrel chest and a distribution of hair that makes him look meticulously crafted. There are indents in his lower abdomen that lead towards his trousers, which I can’t help but admire much more closely now, with the tips of my fingers.
“I never thought”, I say, the words catching a little in my throat. “That we’d be here, doing this.”
I dance my fingers towards his belt buckle, begin to open it.
“I always wanted you”, Felix says. “Jesus Cass, I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
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