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  Making her come was easy. He had expected it to be harder, but Peyton seemed to tune into her body and easily allow herself to give over to exaltation at the slightest slip of the tongue. When she stiffened and then shuddered, her entire body trembled, but Scott kept going. She gushed over his fingers, sweet cream dripping down his palm and wrist and when he drew his fingers up to taste her, just watching him lick them clean nearly made her come again.

  “You like the way I taste?” she whispered.

  “Mm,” he nodded, wagging his eyebrows at her. “I could eat you all day long.”

  Peyton thought good to take him up on that offer, and positioning her hand on the back of his head, she pushed him deep into her folds again. Who was he to deny her desire? Hers may have been the first and only pussy he’d ever eaten, but he’d driven his tongue deep up inside her twice already and made her cream so fast he felt like a pro. The third time took a little longer, with Scott lapping and tickling at her bud before gliding his tongue through her salty lips to probe her creamy hole while she squirmed and gasped excitement at every turn.

  “Oh yeah,” she murmured. “Make me come again... just like that, Scotty. Suck my pussy. Suck it. Suck it, yeah! Suck me.”

  She crooned so loud when she came, Scott thought the neighbors probably heard her, but he didn’t care. He’d never brought so much pleasure to anyone in his life, and it felt good to know he’d pleased her again.

  As she started to catch her breath, he grabbed her hips and threw her down onto the bed, turning her over almost forcefully onto her stomach. His cock ached for the squeeze of her wet, muscled walls, and there was no way on earth he was going to deny satisfying that ache. Peyton buried her face in the pillows as Scott gripped her hips and jerked them up so her ass was level with his hips.

  Her puckered asshole seemed to wink at him again, as if eagerly beckoning him to take the plunge inside, but he wasn’t ready for that just yet. He wanted her pussy again, and this time he was going to make it last as long as he could if it killed him.

  Gripping himself at the base, he glided his throbbing head through her folds in a desperate search for her welcoming hole. When he finally found it, he slipped easily inside, her muscles immediately clenching and squeezing tight around him as he pushed in slow and deep. She shoved back just as slow, taking him inside her with a muffled moan of pleasure, and when Scott reached her apex, he lingered there inside her for a moment simply enjoying the warmth of her cavern.

  And then he pulled back, slamming into her hard. He worked a rhythm, a fast-pulsing slam-hammering beat that resulted in the deliciously wet slap of skin on skin. Her ass cheeks bounced off his hips every time he buried himself inside her, and the squeeze of her muscles felt divine. Scott watched her hips circle around to bounce back again and again, and then leaned back to really stretch up further into her. This movement must have hit some magic button inside her because Peyton wailed and squirmed, desperately arching herself back so he could do it again.

  Scott pounded, slapping in and out of her so hard his balls shook and ached. He’d never felt anything quite like it, not even the first time they’d fucked on the back patio. He was going to have bruises on his hips later, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to keep fucking her until there was no holding back.

  Fingers gripped and squeezed the flesh on her hips, raking her back hard over and over. Her excitement grew, loud squeals of pleasure huffing through her lips as he banged away at her so hard surely she would break beneath him.

  He glanced down at their bodies together, his slick, shiny cock disappearing and reappearing into her frothy slit. The quivering star of her ass beckoned him again, clenching and gaping with every flex of her hips, and though he was nowhere near ready to come yet, the forbidden entrance of her asshole started to look more and more appealing to him. He’d heard that most girls didn’t like to take it in the ass, but Peyton had suggested it right off the bat. He wondered how she’d feel if he just backed out slippery cock out of her cunt and rammed it into her tight little ass without warning.

  Not sure he wanted to chance her wrath when they were finally getting along so well after years of bickering, he roamed his finger toward her hole instead. Spitting down into her crack, he rolled his fingertip through the slippery lubrication and then eased it into her tight, clenching hole. Fingering her ass was almost a distraction, but after a few minutes he found a good rhythm between the two, and though double penetration was minimal with just his finger, from the rising tone of Peyton’s squeaking delight, she seemed to be enjoying it.

  The more he probed into her ass, the looser her tight little hole became, and though he wasn’t quite sure he could get his cock in there without breaking her in half, his curiosity was killing him. He spit again, really lubing her up, and then with no warning at all, he backed out of her pussy and lifted the head of his cock toward her ass. He slipped the bulging, fat head around in the spit and tried to push himself inside, but it was as if she’d shut the back door.

  “Do it,” she hissed over her shoulder. “Fuck my ass, Scott.”

  He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he couldn’t figure out how, so instead he spit again, bringing up as much slippery sputum as he could to really lube her up. His cock slipped and glided through the spit, and he worked the head around her tight hole until finally he felt her start to loosen up and give.

  It was slow going at first, Scott easing himself in centimeter by centimeter while Peyton rested rigidly beneath him with her ass posed high in the air. She was so tight that at first he felt like her muscles might actually cut his circulation off and end his sexual escapades in one shot, but he kept pushing, listening to the strangled moans Peyton muffled in the pillows beneath her face.

  He had no idea how long it finally took to sheath himself completely in her ass, but as he began to back out again, he could feel her loosening and by the time he was ready to take the second plunge, he was able to actually start working into a slow, but steady rhythm.

  He’d never been inside anything so tight before, the squeezing muscles of her anus gripping him so tight he knew it wouldn’t be long before he exploded in her ass. He pushed in deep, backed out slow and then ploughed through her clenched muscles again and again, but the tightness never abated. It was like a vice around his entire cock, gripping and squeezing him so tight he had no choice but to blow.

  A few more pumps was all he could take, and when he came, it was almost unexpected and he didn’t have time to back out of her ass. He could feel the hot spurts pooling around his cock inside her. Peyton barely moved at all, but that didn’t stop her from gasping at the strange feel of his hose letting loose inside her.

  Pulling out of her after he’d come was the easiest thing in the world, and as soon as he was free, Peyton dropped onto the bed with a thud and a grunt.

  “Wow,” she muttered over her shoulder. “That was nothing like I expected.”

  Catching his breath, Scott gazed down the length of her back until he reached her ass. He could see through her barely spread cheeks how wide she was now, and then it hit him. “You’ve never... No one’s ever...”

  “No,” she shook her head and rolled onto her side to better look at him. “You’re the first to ever go where no man’s gone before, Scott.”

  “Wow.”

  Peyton laughed and reached up to grab his arm, tugging him down into the bed and curling her body close to his. “It was interesting, to say the least,” she admitted. “Maybe it’ll feel better the next time.”

  “You think there will be a next time?” he wondered out loud.

  For some reason, in his mind, this whole day had still seemed like some sick and twisted dream he was sure to wake up from any minute. He never imagined fucking Peyton would go beyond today, but as she gazed up at him, he could clearly see she had other plans in mind.

  “There will definitely be a next time,” she promised. “I like you Scott. You’re a good guy, and I may not say it very often, but
I care about you. I think you may be the first guy I’ve ever had sex with that I actually give a shit about.”

  That struck him in a strange way, making his stomach clench hard. He didn’t know how to respond, so instead he said nothing.

  His silence must have gotten under her skin because she laughed nervously and reached up to rest her hand on his cheek. “What? Does it bother you that I care about you? Or are you still freaked out that you just fucked your sister?”

  At first Scott didn’t say anything, and then he shrugged, trying to blow off the turmoil and tension brewing inside him. “You’re not really my sister,” he said.

  “Exactly,” she grinned. “And if we play our cards right...” She paused for a moment, as if she needed to carefully choose her words before she spoke. “Who knows where this could go, Scotty?”

  He didn’t quite know what she meant by that, but for the moment a part of him felt content. Not only did he finally lose his virginity, a longstanding tension between the two of them was finally resolving in a way that only promised to grow more interesting by the minute.

  “So...” he raised his eyebrows. “How long do you think it’ll be before you’re ready to go again?”

  Peyton laughed and lifted her leg to rest atop his. “I’m ready when you are.”

  He leaned in to taste her kiss, giving himself to the moment, to the experience. He was going to let himself enjoy this little game as long as it lasted, as long as he could, and not think for a single moment about how it all might turn out in the end.

  The End

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  My Billionaire Stepbrother 1 by L.E. Joyce

  “Somewhere between right and wrong, there’s a field. I’ll meet you there.”—Rumi

  Chapter One

  Winterthur Private Airport, 17km outside Zurich

  May 14, 2015

  The air inside my stepbrother’s limousine is crisp. The smooth leather chills my bare legs, and it makes me wish I had worn something more than a short sundress. Then I remember: in the morning, I’ll be lying on the sparkling sands of Monte Carlo celebrating my birthday with Bran, my stepbrother, the one man I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I was fifteen years old.

  The pilot and crew ready the Winslow family jet outside. I check my watch for the seventh time since we rolled up. He should have arrived by now. His business in Zurich shouldn’t take this long. Should it?

  Doubt slinks around inside my head.

  What if he changed his mind?

  I push the question away, not wanting it answered.

  But doubt creeps back like a surreptitious snake.

  What if Margaret got to him?

  I bite the end of my thumbnail.

  Margaret Foxworthy, my mother, always gets her way. When she discovered Bran and I kissing on the verandah, she sent me to a strict boarding school hidden high in the Alps of Switzerland. A few short months later, when the headmistress found Bran trespassing, climbing through my window in the middle of the night, he was sent to Sandhurst, and Margaret divorced Bran’s father, the ailing oil tycoon, Clive Winslow.

  I was fifteen then, a child living under Margaret’s pious code, but soon I’ll be able to live my life in the open, and there’s nothing that anyone can do to stop us.

  Not even Mother.

  Everything changes tomorrow.

  On May 15, 2015, my nineteenth birthday, the rest of my life will be as it should be—with Bran. No more Margaret and strict finishing school rules. Starting tomorrow, I’ll do things my way, because tomorrow, I inherit the trust my grandfather left me, and Margaret Foxworthy can no longer control me, threaten to cut me off without a cent if I don’t stay away from my beloved stepbrother.

  I check my watch again and think about the last time I saw Bran.

  I met him in the bell tower at my school shortly before Christmas. He had snuck onto the grounds of Aiglon College, the strict boarding school Margaret had banished me to when I was fifteen. Bran had been waiting in the cold for hours, candles lit and a blanket laid out just for us. The way he looked at me, hopeful and brimming with sexual energy, I was done for. We were a mess of hands and limbs in no time. Clothes were peeled off slowly at first, but as our kisses grew more urgent, we were like kids again, frantically exploring each other’s bodies fearing we’d get discovered.

  But something twisted in me that day, and I stopped him before he could slip himself inside me for the very first time. I was far from a virgin—bribing the gardener to sneak my letters to Bran on and off campus had taken care of that already. No, I wanted our first real time to be special, not a hurried secret.

  I didn’t want to hide anymore.

  “Bran?” I said between gasping kisses. “Not like this.”

  His tongue tickling my nipples was unbearable, but I found my voice.

  “Bran, no, not like this,” I said wriggling away from him.

  “What? What is it?” he said, his dark corkscrew curls bouncing along his furrowed brow as he looked down at me with concern. His crisp blue eyes sliced into me. I almost lost my nerve, but the words found their way out of my throat.

  “Let’s do this right. I don’t want to hide,” I said, sitting up.

  He stroked my hair and my back tenderly. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  Tears welled in my eyes. I sank into his chest as he wrapped me snug in his arms.

  “I don’t want to be a secret anymore,” I said. “I don’t like how it feels.”

  Bran kissed my forehead sweetly. “Then we’ll wait.”

  That was five months ago, and although he planned my birthday getaway, something gnaws at me. What if something happened to Clive? His health has declined since the divorce from my mother was finalized. Surely, Bran would have sent a message if something had happened to his father?

  In the bell tower, things had been so sure. We’ll wait until I turn nineteen, celebrate in style, and say screw the world Mother made us live in.

  But waiting can be so cruel. The way he looked at me, how his hands explored my body, the soft touch of his lips on my breasts. Just thinking of our last tryst makes me hot now. I shift in my seat, stretching my legs along the soft leather, and relax into the thought of feeling Bran, all of him, inside me for the very first time.

  But suddenly and without warning, the door opens, and Bran slides in.

  His face is clean-shaven yet hard. The business world will do that do a man I suppose, and as he scales my body, his eyes are fierce and hungry. My chest tightens. He crushes his lips onto mine and our kiss is full of longing and need. I slip my arms around his back and feel the contours of his muscles through his dark blue suit. A slight moan escapes my lips as I sigh deeply, drinking him in.

  “Hey, Sis,” he says softly.

  “Hey, you,” I say as our foreheads meet, and we heave heavy breaths together.

  Our earnest reunion quickly turns playful. Bran runs his hands lightly down my legs.

  “What have you been doing with yourself, all alone, waiting in this limo?”

  His hand slips between my thighs and a sly smile creases his gorgeous mouth. “Sister Dear, why are you so wet?”

  My heart races.

  “Because I was thinking of you, Brother Dear.”

  Bran’s face turns feral, like he could devour me in an instant. He begins to kiss a trail down my lacey sundress. “And what were you thinking about, Sister Dear?”

  I sigh softly, anticipating his next move, but when he stops just above my slit, something twists inside of me. “I was thinking about fucking your brains out, Brother Dear.”

  And with that, Bra
n pulls my soaking panties out of the way. “You’ve got a dirty mouth, you know that?” he says as he massages my box roughly.

  “Yes,” I coo.

  “What’s that, Sister?”

  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” is all that I can manage. My pleasure builds, and in that moment, when I am primed and ready to explode, there is an obtrusive knock at the passenger-side window.

  Bran and I quickly compose ourselves.

  “Yes?” Bran asks.

  “We’re ready to depart,” says the pilot.