by Alexis Angel
Thankfully, his body begins to rock, slowly inching in and out of me, the sounds of my juicy pussy loud in the silence of our bodies. I’m oozing with cream after so many orgasms and hours of arousal, and he’s enjoying the fruits of his hard labor, increasing his speed until his body is lifted as he slams into me faster.
“Oh God! Yes, Carter!” I yell, my stomach muscles clenching with eagerness as I lift my ass off of the bed to meet his thrusts.
I come alive to his movements, no matter how tired I am. Something in me accelerates whenever he rocks into me, I guess it’s my addiction, because I surely can’t get enough of him. And now that he can fuck me, I think we’ll be doing this every morning and every night. Nothing compares to him plunging into me, stretching my pussy to handle all twelve inches of his magnificent cock.
Forcing myself to stay focused, rather than do what I want and jump down to shove his length into my mouth until he explodes against my tongue. God, there’s just something about tasting his release that makes me go weak. This is probably another indication of the severity of my problem, because I’m daydreaming about sucking him off while he fucks me harder and harder.
My legs shoot into the air as he lifts himself up and falls into me. My body gripping him each time, squeezing him as he slides out of my juicy sex. He’s grunting louder and I know he has to be close to his own climax, holding off as long as he could to please me. His love for making me cum is such a turn on, but let's be honest, everything about him turns me on at this point.
Carter’s obsession with me, and my enjoyment and pleasure is what really makes me cum each time. I cum for him, not the sex or the feelings from the penetration. It’s his voice, his instruction, and his desire that push me on, causing me to lose control each time. I love the influx in his voice when he begins to plead and moan, almost squealing with delight. That’s what makes me weak, not the physicality of it.
So when I hear him begin to lose control, I pick up my own vigor, slamming into him as I lift my pelvis. He’s desperate now, control evading him as his body takes over, his animalistic need to cum driving his hips into me so roughly that our bodies make a clapping sound as they clash together. Grunts accompany every plunge, and he’s moving so fast I can no longer grip his cock, he’s in and out too quickly.
“Yes, Carter! God, you feel amazing! I love you, baby!” I cry, and my declaration seems to give him a boost of energy because he surges even harder and faster, his arm locked beneath my knee, holding my leg up so that my pussy spreads for him. He feels indescribable rocking into me, and knowing that he'll lose himself inside me only increases my own race to climax.
As always, the fear begins to build. After so many orgasms, it’s scary to feel the waves building so immensely, questioning if my body can even handle another explosion after the way the last one wiped me out. Of course its out of my control, because I’m desperate to chase after the pleasure, regardless of how weak my body feels.
He’s driving into me recklessly, his hips bucking like an animal. My legs are spread as wide as they can go, my hips sore from the pressure and my pussy creaming with every pump. Carter is going from grunting to growling to groaning, his abs tight as he crashes into me. I know he’s only a few strokes away, but I wasn’t expecting his orders.
“You’re gonna cum with me,” he says and I know he means it.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the waves building in me. Thinking back to all we’ve been through in these short weeks, I feel the orgasm take on new life. This is more than sex, it’s the culmination of so much fantasizing and dreaming. It’s what I’ve wanted for so long and its finally happening.
From first watching his show to dancing for him in that private room. He was so sexy, so unattainable, but I could see the effect I had on him within minutes. His cock was bulging before we even made it to the private room. I got him off so quickly when I decided it was time for him to explode, and he was dead set on returning the favor even though I didn’t care.
It was nothing like his previous experiences with women, and he was nothing like my previous experiences with men. After weeks of waiting and teasing it was all finally happening, and not a moment too soon. Hearing him lose himself inside me was the most satisfying sound in the world. With my eyes clenched I try to etch the sound of his moans into my memory.
“Fuck! Ashley! Oh fuck!” He begins and I pull him closer as he buries his face into my neck. With his mouth so close to my ear, my pussy clenches to every whine he makes, even the ones under his breath as he mutters in ecstasy.
My orgasm begins to take over before I’m even ready, there’s just something about his pleasure that causes me to lose control. I can’t help it and I don’t want to. He’s so sexy, so controlling, so dominating, but for me he melts like chocolate, and that makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
“I’m cumming for you, baby!” I yell, my climax just at the edge.
“Fuck yeah! Let me feel it, Ashley,” he growls.
“Carter! Carter! Carter, baby!” I yell, my pelvis thrusting forward quickly, my clit desperate for the friction.
Abruptly, he slams into me, stilling as his pelvis presses against my clit, causing me to moan uncontrollably. Lost to the release, I don’t hear or feel anything but my own pleasure, which is off the charts. I’m just beginning to regain my thinking when I feel his cock twitch and spasm inside of me. The warm cream oozing from his cock, deep in my pussy.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans in that weak tone I love to hear so much.
Together, we lie, holding each other tightly as our bodies pant in unison. After a marathon love making session, we’re both spent, drenched in sweat as his semen begins to slide out of me. Carter pulls out of me, flipping onto his back beside me as the warm, thick gel like cream slides down my thigh.
Reaching his hand between my legs, he pushes the semen back inside me with his fingers, and I grab his hand and bring it to my mouth, licking the cream from his fingertips as his eyelids grow heavy, his blue eyes clouding with lust.
Both of our addictions flare as we gaze at each other, knowing we won’t be leaving the bed for a really long time, if ever. There’s nothing else I need in this world and from the looks of things, Carter doesn’t need more than me.
We are enough for each other, more than enough actually. We fulfill every dream and fantasy, and that gives us everything we could possibly desire. He’s the man of my dreams, and he’s my man, what could be better than that.
“Worth the wait?” he asks with raised eyebrows.
“Don’t brag,” I tease him. He knows he over performed. I came more times than I could count.
“I love you, Ashley,” he turns to me, his eyes suddenly serious.
“I love you, Carter Blaine,” I look deeply into those beautiful eyes and he smirks before reaching over to me.
With one hand on each of my cheeks, he pulls me into him and presses his lips against mine, passionately kissing me with everything he’s got left. If I had to guess I would imagine this is his silent way of letting me know that I was worth the wait, and he will never have any idea how much that means to me.
Epilogue - Ashley
One year later…
I sit next to Carter on the black sand beaches in Hawaii. This has to be the most perfect honeymoon ever. The entire beach is ours for the next two weeks. Yeah, two billion dollars will do that for you—plus the billions that Carter accumulated over the years on Head Hunter.
He’s crazy rich, and we don’t have to work another day in our lives if we don’t want to. I’ve handed over management of my seduction business to Lorraine. I’m still the CEO, but I won’t have much of an active role in day-to-day operations. Especially once the baby comes.
Carter leans over and rests his hand on my belly, which is only just starting to show—but only if you know that’s what you’re looking for.
The past year has been the most amazing ever. Carter and I have hot sex every single day—usually two or thr
ee times. And OMG is he like seriously a God in bed. You’d never know he’d been a virgin before me. He fucks like a champ. I am one lucky woman.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, dropping his mouth to my tit and playing with the nipple with his teeth. They’re extra sensitive since I got pregnant, but that only makes it even better. And yeah, we’re totally naked on this beach. What’s the point of renting out an entire beach if you can’t walk around naked with your twelve-inch cock husband?
“Just about how good you are to me,” I reply. He is. In and out of the bedroom. He’s everything I imagined he could be, and more. When I first read the file on Carter Blaine, I knew in my heart that he was something special, that he was quite the catch. And now he’s mine. Forever.
I lift my hand and look at the huge rock glittering in the tropical sunlight. I have no idea how much it cost, but if I know Carter, it was a ridiculous amount. He does everything in style.
Leaning me back onto the soft sand, Carter arches an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Just how good am I?” He kisses a trail to my other tit, sucking it into his mouth until I feel an ache between my legs that has to be satisfied. He doesn’t disappoint. His hand goes to my throbbing pussy, dipping inside the wetness and teasing me until I’m ready to come all over his fingers.
“So, so, so good,” I manage to gasp through my panting breaths. It’s always like this with us. We can’t get enough of each other, even a year later. I’m pretty sure that’s how it’s always going to be. And I’m so okay with that.
He kisses down my newly rounded belly and over my mound until his mouth settles between my legs.
And other than actual sex with him, this is my very favorite. It turns out the Head Hunter is actually quite the expert at giving head as well as receiving. And he’s definitely a giver. Lucky me.
“I love you,” I moan as he sends me soaring.
And when I finally come back down to earth, I sit up. “Your turn.”
He smiles. “You just can’t get enough, can you?”
It’s true. Something about that cock of his just makes my mouth water. It’s no wonder he got head all those years without even trying. But now it’s just for me. And I make sure he’s very well taken care of. No more hunting for him, because I’m here, willing and ready all the time.
Don’t get me wrong; we aren’t all about sex. We have a very healthy relationship and we're really a perfect fit in every way. But it certainly doesn’t hurt that the sex is good. And when I say good, what I mean is staggeringly, mind-blowingly, out of this world awesome.
I give him a wicked grin as I take his cock in my fist, then wink at him as I get ready to do one of my favorite things.
Life is good. And it’s only going to get better now that I’m Mrs. Carter Blaine with our sweet baby girl on the way.
I joked that we should name her Patience as a homage to his twenty-six years of waiting it out to lose his virginity, but Carter kind of likes it. I think it stuck.
After I go down on Carter for a bit, he finally pulls me back up to him, then sinks inside me, both of us moaning with satisfaction, and he says the thing I never get tired of hearing.
“You, Mrs. Blaine, were so worth the wait.”
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Stuff Me, Stepbrother
One and done, that’s the rule, right boys?
So my wants me to marry and settle down, eh? Wants me to be the role model my billion dollar company needs? When I say no, he wants me to cool my jets for a while with the family? Get grounded and stable again?
Sure, I can do that.
Only one problem.
I'm living with a girl that makes my blood boil. She’s beautiful. She’s sexy, sassy, and filled with class.
I can’t stop thinking about her and I’m so obsessed I might as well get out of the spotlight and check myself into the crazy house.
But I can deal with all these issues. I can charm any girl I want when I put my mind to it.
Just one problem. She’s my stepsister.
Keagan Keagan
The more I drink, the looser I feel. My life is as stressful as it is comfortable. Letting loose occasionally, especially somewhere I won’t be photographed, has been a long time coming. Far Bar in Los Angeles is full, and we are surrounded by friends. Mason stands next to me, sipping his beer and leaning his arm on the bar. The other guys are all hunting for girls in the crowd that they can take home.
I’m only interested in one of them.
I glance across the room. Dana is with her friends a little further down the bar. They’re smiling and talking about the talent available. It isn’t hard to see who’s thirsty around here. The girls are all dressed to kill, and they’ll all land their prey before the night is out.
My eyes are on Dana. We’re close, but she’s that one girl that I just can’t have. She’s my stepsister, the ultimate “one who got away.”
She wasn’t always my stepsister, of course. There was a time when she was the pretty girl at school that I crushed on. The one I wanted to ask to the seventh grade dance. She was the one who’s mom had run into my dad at an unfortunate parent evening and decided to get engaged, just before I got around to telling her how I felt.
And now she’s my sister.
Go figure.
She looks like sex on a stick. I watched her grow from a girl to a woman at the same time my own hormones developed. There’s nothing as awesome as having your jerk-off material live in the room next to yours. I never had to look very far to find fuel for my imagination.
It just grates the hell out of me that I will never be able to fuck her the way I always do in my fantasies.
We are siblings. Sort of. Stupid fucking taboo.
“Hello,” Mason calls in a sing-song voice, bringing my attention back to him. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying, or are you too busy bird watching?”
“Sorry,” I say, grinning at him. “What were you saying?”
“I’m saying Sociable’s infrastructure needs a serious upgrade if we want to move forward with the influx of users.”
I shake my head and sip my beer. I haven’t had enough alcohol yet. I’m still aching for Dana. Too drunk to stop myself from wanting her, too sober to stop thinking about it. “Can we not talk about work tonight?”
Mason shrugs. “I can’t help it, man. It’s because of you I have this job at all.”
“You know what?” I say, nodding. “You’re right, and you know what you’re talking about. I wouldn’t have suggested you as a candidate for the IT department interviews if I didn’t think you were worth it. But I’m sick of hearing about Sociable.”
Mason shakes his head, chuckling into the beer bottle he lifts to his lips, taking a sip.
“Well, it’s going to be hard getting away from it, since you created it.”
I shrug and take another sip of my drink. I created a new social media platform, and it blew up. I am almost as big as Facebook and Twitter, and I landed my ass in butter almost overnight. I didn’t expect it to take off like that. I worked on a concept, and the right people saw the idea.
My friends refer to me as the Master because where they’re all scrambling, I have it made. If I had Dana, I would consider that the truth.
Sociable is a big company, n
ow, with different divisions, a turnover that’s growing exponentially as the rest of the world is getting on board, and I have an IT team that works feverishly to stay ahead of the technological curve.
Mason’s on that team.
I glance over at Dana again. Something about her is different tonight. She arrived after I had a few drinks down, and she blew me away. She’s wearing a low-cut top that shows off just enough cleavage without looking slutty, and her eyes are made up with smoky eyeshadow that makes her blue irises pop. She’s wearing a skirt. Easy access. I like that.
Her hair. That’s what is different. Her brown hair is cut in a shoulder-length bob, now. Before, it hung over her shoulders. The new cut frames her face and brings out her freckles. Freckles that she never covered with makeup. It was what I fell for when I’d seen her in the fifth grade. Besides her curves and her breasts that’ll make a man sit up and beg, her freckles are one of my favorite features.
She glances at me. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I smile back. I wonder what’s wrong. I’ll ask her. We’ve always been close, just not in the way I want to be. We’re only a year apart, and we shared friends our whole life. I wish it was just the two of us, though. I want to be alone with her.
I imagine leading her to the restrooms, locking the door behind us and pinning her against the wall. I would hike up her one leg, move her panties aside, and push my dick into her, making her scream my name. Hearing my name on her lips would push me over the edge in a second. I want to fuck her. I’ve always wanted to fuck her.
I shift, rearranging my cock in my pants. It would be poor form to stand in the bar with a visible hard-on.
It’s so fucking unfair that I can’t have her. The only girl I want. Forbidden fruit and all that shit.
“So, who will it be tonight?” Mason asks.
“What?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Mason says. He nods toward the girls. “I can see you ogling. Which one do you want to take home tonight?”
