Woman of the House: A Dark MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  I was already wet before he touched my pussy, but now I’m a complete mess.

  “You have no idea how much I fucking want you,” he continues, pressing his hand harder against my pussy. I bite on my lower lip, holding my breath as my heart starts drumming a song of lust and anticipation. “I’ve been dreaming of this for far too long…”

  “I bet you have…” I whisper back at him. “How many times have you jerked off thinking of me?” I tease him. Now, any other man would just grow embarrassed, and perhaps spit out some feeble excuse. But not Sloane.

  “Too many to fucking count,” he replies in a heartbeat, his words loaded with so much desire that the air around us seems heavier now. “You know what I thought when I saw you for the first time?” he asks me, but I know he’s going to answer his own question. “Her pussy must be delicious.”

  “It is delicious,” I respond, my skin prickling as the pressure of his fingers intensifies. I’m growing wetter by the second, and if I keep going like this I’m going to dehydrate. “But now you don’t need to think of that any longer… You can go right ahead and taste it.”

  “You read my fucking mind, ‘sis,” he says, flicking my wrist to the side and running one fingertip up and down the length of my pussy lips. I gasp again, feeling the coiled tension in his touch. Just like a wild beast, Sloane’s ready for the kill.

  Hooking his thumbs on my thong, he traces his contour, almost as if he’s ready to pull it down my legs but never actually doing it. He leans in, instead, and brushes his lips against mine.

  “Our first kiss,” he whispers, his hands now on my thighs. “But I want my mouth somewhere else right now,” he adds, slowly going down to his knees.

  I bite down on my lower lip as I look at the expression on his face, one of pure unbridled lust. Looking away from me, he grabs my dress and pushes it up, holding it around my waist. His eyes seem to grow wider as he looks at my drenched pussy, and I know that, inside his head, he’s playing out everything that’s going to happen. He waited for this for too long, and now he’s going to take his time.

  With one hand holding my dress, he places the other one on my inner thigh, and then starts caressing my groin with one soft fingertip. He traces the contour of my thong patiently, going from my left groin to my outer thigh, and then down to my ass. He does the same thing on my right groin, and a shiver goes up my spine as I realize that he’s going to tease me until I can no longer take it. The thing is, I don’t know if I can take any kind of teasing right now. I want it now.

  I grab his hair and, moving fast, trying to pull him into me. He doesn’t budge of course, and just looks up at me with an amused expression on his face. “Seems like you’ve been waiting for this for a while too,” he says, and the tone of his voice tells me he’s enjoying every second of this.

  “Maybe,” I shoot right back, fully knowing that I can’t hide my desire from him. Yeah, it’s true, I’ve lusted after him since the first time I saw you. There’s no point in hiding that anymore, is there? Sure, at the time I tried to reign in all of these thoughts, knowing that he was my stepbrother. But now… Well, now I just don’t care. Now it’s all out in the open, and it’s too late for me to go back.

  “Maybe, uh?” he repeats, narrowing his eyes into slits. Then, looking straight at my pussy, he just dives into me. He opens his mouth wide and, before I can prepare myself for it, his lips are sucking on my pussy over the soaked fabric of my thong.

  “Oh, God, that feels good,” I moan, closing my eyes as he sucks harder, his free hand now on my ass, squeezing my flesh eagerly.

  “I know,” he tells me, pulling back and looking at me with a kind of lustful craziness dancing in his eyes. He pushes me on my hips and I stumble backward, feeling my ass pressed against the back of his couch; following after me, he runs one hand up from the back of my knee into my ass, forcing me to lift my leg up. Knowing exactly what he wants me to do, I rest my leg over his shoulder, and then his mouth is on me again.

  He sucks on me over my thong, but he does it so eagerly that I can’t help but pull at his hair and moan, my nerve endings ordering my brain to empty a barrage of endorphins into my bloodstream. I move my hips slightly, rubbing my wetness against his face, and that’s when he finally decides to grab my thong and pull it down my legs.

  I gasp as I feel the fabric kissing my legs on its way down, but my gasp quickly turns into a quivering moan as Sloane leans into me. I hold my breath, readying myself to feel his lips on my pussy, but he stops right before he touches me; he just hovers over my pussy, and then parts his lips and reaches for me with the tip of his tongue.

  I close my eyes at the same time his tongue touches me, allowing a pleasant warmness to crawl under my skin and nestle in my bones. Slowly moving his tongue up and down my pussy, he starts building up a rhythm, my moans becoming louder with each passing second.

  Then, no warning whatsoever, he dives into me again. Instinct kicks in and, grabbing his head, I thrust while he presses his mouth against my pussy. A sudden tower of fire rises from my pussy and goes straight into my brain, turning all my thoughts into ash. Now that he’s sucking on my pussy lips, lapping at them with his tongue, I couldn’t care less about the fact that he’s my stepbrother. Hell, he could be Santa Claus for all I care. All I know is that Sloane knows how to use his tongue, and that’s more than enough to win a woman over.

  “That’s… so… good…” I manage to say between breaths, my body temperature rising as I keep on swaying my hips, rubbing my fluids over his mouth. He uses his tongue to jab at my insides, tilting his head sideways as he devours my pussy lips, and I lose all track of time.

  Perhaps noticing that I’m about to lose all control, he decides to kick it up a notch; he places one arm over the leg I have on his shoulder, and then presses his thumb right above my clit. This time I don’t moan—oh, no, this time I scream.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, gritting my teeth as my muscles start to tense up, pleasure pooling inside every fiber of my body. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I plead, locking his head in place while I keep my pussy tightly pressed against his face. Even if he wanted to stop, I don’t think I’d let him do it.

  Running his tongue up and down, in and out, he drives me to the edge of pleasure and I have no other option but to fall down and dive head first into an ocean of ecstasy. The orgasm hits me in a fraction of a second, exploding inside my body like a grenade, spitting its fragments of pure delight everywhere. There’s fire and ice in my mind, an apocalyptic storm raging inside every single one of my brain cells.

  “Where did you learn that?” I ask him the moment I’m capable of speech once more, my lungs working desperately to get the air in.

  “I was born this way,” he says, pulling back from me. I grin as I see my fluids dripping down my chin, and I realize that I still want more of this. Taking my leg out from his shoulder, I plant the sole of my feet against his chest and then push him down. He falls back on his ass, and then I force him to lie down on the floor. He does it willingly, looking up at me with a feverish expression on his face.

  “You’re fucking wicked,” he tells me as I place my feet on the side of his head and lift up my dress, giving him a good view of my pussy.

  “That’s my middle name, brother,” I reply, the word ‘brother’ tumbling out of my lips like a drug. I lower my body, placing my knees on the side of his head, and then let my pussy fall on his open mouth. Sitting on his face, I lean forward and place both my hands on the floor for support. “Oh, God,” I breathe out, his lips and tongue working my pussy with feverish movements.

  Swaying my hips back and forth, I rub my pussy against his mouth. This time I’m the one taking control of my clit; using only two fingers, I place them on top of that sensitive spot and start stroking it softly, the movement of my fingers matching the rhythm of his tongue.

  I close my eyes as I ride his face, surrendering to the feeling of pure bliss that drifts through my veins. My God, I didn’t know that I could have s
uch pleasure just from being eaten out.

  “I think my pussy is in love with your mouth,” I say out loud, not knowing if he can hear me, being that my thighs are pressing against his ears. Still, judging by the renewed effort with which he licks me, I’d say he heard me loud and clear.

  I grit my teeth so hard that I might shatter them, the hot coals of pleasure burning up inside me once more. Flames of delight grow tall inside my loins and then spread outward, consuming everything on their path and forcing me to scream so loud that I’m guessing every tenant in One57 has heard me. Well, screw it; let them hear it.

  I hold my position until the final waves of pleasure wash over me, every single muscle in my body trembling as if I’m running a fever. Only then do I roll to the side, sprawling all my limbs as exhaustion takes over. I feel as tired as if I’ve just finished running a marathon. And, still, that insidious voice of lust inside me keeps on whispering: more, more, more. It seems like I won’t be getting any rest any time soon.

  Taking a deep breath, I go up to my feet, one hand on the couch for support. Sloane stands up as well, my fluids glistening on his mouth and chin, and he looks like a hungry wolf ready to devour his prey.

  “Are you just going to stare or are you going to fuck me?” I throw my words at him, knowing that I’m poking that hungry wolf, making it angry and wild. And that’s exactly how I want it.

  Without a single word, he grabs both my wrists and closes the distance between us. His eyes seem like they’re made of ice and fire at the same time, and I realize that’s what made me lust after him in the first place: his eyes. Sure, he’s taller and more handsome than any man should be allowed to be. But his eyes, Jesus, they seem like two precious stones, shining smartly and lulling everyone they fall upon into a trance.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel like a virgin again,” he whispers, his voice leaving no room for doubt: he intends to keep his promise.

  “I think Drake already beat you there,” I poke the wolf once more, and his eyes shine so fiercely that I think I must’ve gone too far this time. The wolf in him is snarling, and it’s going to eat me whole.

  “We’ll see ‘bout that,” he whispers, letting go of my wrists and placing both his hands on my chest, grabbing at the fabric of my dress. He tugs on it so violently that I almost fall against him, a ripping sound clawing at my eardrums as he turns my dress into tatters. He rips it off of my body in a hurry, a lustful intent infusing every movement of his.

  Finally throwing my dress to the side, he takes one step back and grins, looking at me smartly. His eyes meet my bra and then he goes for it, his hands looking for the clasp between my shoulder blades. He unhooks it and pulls the bra off me in a hurry, the fury in his movements making me so wet that my juices are dripping down my legs.

  “Much better,” he says, looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.

  “I want you to use me,” I tell him, already knowing that it’s what he’s going to do. “I want you to do whatever you want to me,” I continue, not even knowing why I’m saying these things. Some deep and hidden side of me yearns for that - submission.

  “On your knees,” he growls, his voice telling me that he’s fighting for control inside his own mind and body. On the one hand, he wants to simply go wild and jump on me; on the other, he wants to remain in control of everything that he does. He’s walking a thin line, like the sharp edge of a knife, and the tension between us is so thick you could cut through it with a wire.

  Obeying him, I go down to my knees right in front of him. There’s a hard edge to his eyes as he starts unbuckling his belt; he pulls it out from its loop and then lets it slip from his fingers. I only realize that I’m holding my breath when he pulls his zipper down, the contour of his cock delineated under his black boxer briefs. Oh, God, he’s as big as Drake—with a cock like this, it’s hard to believe he’s not related to our stepdad.

  Looking onto my eyes, he then takes his hands to the collar of his shirt and undoes the top button. He keeps on working his way down his shirt, popping button after button with restrained patience, and then he lets fall down his arms. Ropes of muscle move under his skin, his eight pack summoning all of my attention.

  How can a man be so perfect? Cover models, move aside; Drake beats all of you. Every single inch of him oozes sex, and I’m talking the dirty and animalistic kind of sex. His body wasn’t made for lovemaking; it was made for fucking.

  Still moving slowly, the tension in the air around us building until it becomes hard to breath, he kicks off his shoes. Pulling his pants down, he steps out of them, standing only in his boxer briefs, his cock throbbing under the fabric.

  “Go on,” he merely says, and I reach for the thick shape under his boxers, my fingers trembling. I swallow hard as I touch it with the tip of my fingers, slowly curling them around his length. I feel it pulse and throb against my hand, and then I just flatten my palm against it, my heart skipping a beat as I do it.

  The knife of anticipation is carving deep lines into my mind, and I can no longer control what my body’s doing: hooking my fingers on his boxers, I tug them down as hard as I can, sending them down to his ankles. His cock springs free at once, and it does it so fast that it slaps the back of my hand.

  I hold my breath as my eyes roam up and down his long inches, taking in all of his size. Even after Drake, I’m not sure if I can take a cock like this again. Seriously, there has to be a limit to what my body can take.

  “Are you just going to stare?” he asks me, repeating what I’ve told just moments ago. I don’t say a word, but the answer is pretty obvious; I’m going to do so much more than just stare.

  I grab his cock with both my hands, biting down on my lip as I feel the warmness of his shaft under my fingers. I start stroking him right away, moving my hands up and down all his length, my brain working overtime to comprehend how big he truly is. He could use his cock as a sledgehammer.

  I start slow, but all it takes is a few seconds for me to be stroking him as if the world’s going to end in the next few minutes. The motion of my hands become a blur, and I’m breathing raggedly from the effort. Needing a break, I take one hand out of his cock; at the same time, though, I lean into him. I part my lips and, opening my mouth wide, I wrap them around his cock, closing my eyes as his saltiness hits me at once.

  Moving steadily, I roll my lips down his long inches, only stopping when I feel the skin at the base of his cock. His cock is pressed tightly against the back of my throat, and that immediately reminds me of how it felt to suck Drake.

  Thinking of my stepdad does it; I become completely insane. I bob my head back and forth, sucking on Sloane so hard that the sound of my lips sliding over his cock seem to fill the whole room. I’m sucking and stroking at the same time, and I’m doing it so fiercely that any other man would have already cum by now. But Sloane is more resilient than a truckload full of average man, and so he just tangles his fingers in my hair and, guiding my movements, urges me to go even faster.

  My rhythm not fast enough for him, he forces me to stop all movement and then takes over. Moving his hips, he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth so fast that I feel my brain boiling inside my skull. Pleasure laces my nerves, electrifying my muscles and releasing an ocean of maddening hormones.

  “Oh fuck,” I exhale sharply as he moves back, his cock popping out of my mouth with a sudden wet sound.

  “Your mouth is as good as I imagined it to be,” he confesses, looking down at me with a dazed smile.

  “You have no idea,” I tell him, tilting my head and running my tongue down his shaft. I go all the way, only stopping when I feel his balls. Opening my mouth, I suck one in and roll it over my tongue, feeling its weight and warmness. I open my mouth even wider and, don’t ask me how I’m doing it, but I manage to take both his balls into me.

  With my mouth completely filled, I use my tongue to lap at his balls for a few seconds and then I pop them out, taking a deep breath. I keep on
stroking him all the way, the coming and going motion of my arm making my shoulder burn.

  I’d keep on going all the way, stroking him until he came all over me, but thank God at least one of us is still thinking. “Enough of this,” Sloane breathes out, curling his fingers around my wrist and forcing me to stop. I look up at him with wide eyes, realizing what’s about to come: the main event.

  I’m about to go up to my feet when he takes the lead and lowers himself, kneeling in front of me. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back, forcing me to lie down on the floor. Before I can even react, he grabs me by the knees and spreads my legs, positioning himself between them.

  Lying down on top of me, my hard nipples brushing against the tan skin on his chest, he grabs his cock and angles it down. He presses the tip of his mast against my folds, but instead of thrusting right away he just rubs it up and down, up and down, driving me completely insane.

  With a moan of pure desperation, I lace my legs behind his back and reel him in; this time he doesn’t fight back. His cock pushes its way past my pussy lips, burying itself inside of me in one swift thrust, and my moan becomes a mighty scream of ecstasy.

  Sloane doesn’t waste a single second; the moment all of his inches are inside of me, he slides his cock out and then starts to piston it into me. He fucks me fast, and he fucks me hard, finally unleashing all of his desire and letting that wild and beastly side of him take over.

  “You’re so fucking tight, ‘sis,” he tells me, looking straight into my eyes as he rocks his hips with clockwork precision, his movements the movements of a god.

  “Harder…” I just say, digging my fingernails into his back and closing my eyes. I can’t think straight right now; each times he drives his cock deep making my insides clench. “I’m going to… I’m going to… FUCK!” I shout my pussy tightens up around his cock, gripping it like a vice.

  I scream my lungs out as I come, my voice clawing at my throat. Sloane keeps on fucking me through my orgasm, going even faster now that he feels my pussy trying to choke his shaft. His movements are vicious and relentless, and he doesn’t give a fuck if I’m coming or not, and that’s exactly the way I want it right now.