“Come on, baby. Come on my cock. Let me feel you come on me while I pump my hot load into you. I want to give it to you. I want you to want it.” Brandon moaned, struggling to hold off any longer as he pounded me relentlessly.
“Please, make it last. Don’t let it go yet, Daddy,” I pleaded. I was so close. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t!” I cried, louder than I’d meant to, but no longer caring if anyone heard.
Brandon found my clit with the hand that had been, until now, slapping and grabbing my ass. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his finger bringing me to the very edge of a climax that threatened to overwhelm me. He must have felt how close I was because he began to slam me faster and faster until neither of us could hold back any longer.
As if he knew I was about to come, he slipped his pussy drenched finger inside my snug little ass and held it there while he came with his pulsating cock buried deep inside me.
Feeling him blowing his load inside me and being finger fucked in the ass was too much for me and the orgasm I was trying to hold back broke free and exploded within me.
“That’s it. Pump your load into me while you fuck my ass,” I wailed as the waves of orgasm rolled through me and my pussy contracted over and over, squeezing every last drop from his cock.
“Oh, Baby. That was too much. You really blew me away! I hope I didn’t hurt you. Was that alright?” he asked nervously, sounding surprised at what he’d done.
“Alright? It was better than alright. I haven’t been fucked like that since, well, forever,” I moaned, totally spent and barely able to stand upright.
Looking over the balcony, I was sure some of the poolside people were looking up in our direction, but with the glare of the poolside lights, I couldn’t really be sure. Not that I would have cared one way or another after a monster orgasm like what I’d just experienced.
Sharing one of the sun lounges on the small balcony, Brandon massaged my scalp and ran his fingers through my hair as we held each other close. I played my fingertips across his lean, muscular chest and shoulders, immersing myself in the moment, enjoying how good he felt to touch. Trying to forget about the impending wedding between Brandon’s father and my mother.
There was plenty of time to worry about that. Right now, there were other things to be thinking about.
After peeling off Brandon’s shirt I leaned over to lightly tickle his ear with my lips, continuing down his neck and across his shoulder. Soon there was a stirring against my leg as he hardened in response to my lips and tongue against his bare skin. Seems he wasn’t done yet. Not wanting to let the moment pass, I skimmed my lips, like butterfly wings, over his skin, before circling his nipple with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth. Then I bit it firmly.
He squirmed as he wrestled between the threshold of pain and pleasure before I finally released him from my mouth. I had his full attention now. I knew that because his magnificent cock stood at attention, twitching in midair as if it wanted me to take control of it with my hand. Or my mouth.
Reaching down, I encircled his thick member with my slender fingers and lightly explored its abundant length, stopping when I reached the swollen, bulbous head which had given me so much pleasure earlier. I couldn’t stop caressing the beautiful crown with my fingertips. It felt silky smooth, yet hard and unyielding at the same time. It was a thing of beauty.
“Wow. No wonder you hit places I didn’t know existed, with this thing,” I whispered in his ear as I wrapped my thumb and index finger around the rim of his pulsating head.
“You felt so good. I felt you tight around every part of my cock.” As he replied, his cock started to swell in my hand for effect.
“Did you feel my head pulse inside you as I blew?” he asked. “You squeezed so tight in there; it was the most amazing feeling.”
“Mmmm. You bet I did,” I purred. I bent down and kissed his firm stomach, touched the inside of his thighs and lowered myself between his legs.
Looking up at him, I saw an amazing view — him naked in the moonlight on the balcony. And he was all mine. For tonight, anyway. I had his cock in my hand and started rolling my tongue around the swollen head before taking him fully into my mouth. Holding his blood engorged head just inside my lips, allowing my mouth to get used to his size, I used my tongue to softly flick its tender underside of his head. A moan of pleasure was the only encouragement I needed to continue.
I wanted him. I wanted to devour him. I wanted to swallow him and show him how much I wanted to do it.
I want to please him.
Feeling his fingers twirl through my hair as his cock continued to harden in my mouth, I quickly sensed the he wanted more and by now I was ready and willing to oblige. Slowly, I moved down on him and allowed his shaft to pass my lips as the swollen head reached the back of my throat. It was so huge that I thought I was going to gag. Not the ideal way to pleasure such a stunning piece of man candy, that’s for sure, so I tried to concentrate and not spoil the moment.
I managed to pull my mouth back until his head wasn’t choking me any more before sliding back down on him, taking it all the way to the back of my throat, where the tight constriction produced another deep moan of pleasure from him. He looked down at me and our eyes met. Seeing me looking up at him while swallowing his massive length with such enthusiasm was nearly too much for him. His balls tightened and his head was now too pumped to fit comfortably in my throat. Brandon was on the verge of another climax.
As much as I would have loved to have taken him in my mouth and sucked and guzzled every last drop of his salty cum, I had selfish needs. I wanted to feel him between my legs once more. I gave him a final suck and then licked the clear drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock as he looked down on me.
“Babe! I nearly shot my load down your throat. I’ve never wanted to do that so bad.” He grinned, grabbing my head and kissed me deeply on the mouth, tasting the pre-cum that still coated my tongue.
Breaking away from his kiss I sucked his tongue hard, like it was a cock then I straddled him and pushed him back so that he was reclining on the sun lounge. As he settled into position, I reached behind, unzipped my little black dress and held my arms over my head.
Brandon didn’t need to be asked twice and he took hold of my dress and peeled it up and over my head before discarding it alongside his pants and shirt. Now I wore nothing but my black bra and my sexy high heels. Within seconds I was down to only the heels and Brandon expertly reached behind me and unclasped the bra, adding it to the growing pile of unneeded clothing.
Cupping my bare breasts with both hands, he looked up at me with an expression that required no words. He was awed by what he saw and I was enthralled at a power I held over him. A power I never knew I possessed.
“You’re stunning. Breathtaking. Absolutely gorgeous,” were the only words Brandon could find.
“You can talk, Mr. Fitness Model,” I laughed, as I admired his chiseled abs and powerful shoulders.
A few grey hairs on his chest reminded me that he was older than me, but I didn’t care. I didn’t know his age and didn’t give a damn. It’s just a number, right?
Reaching between my thighs I began to touch myself. Sliding my fingers between the wet folds, I used my other hand to pull back the skin to expose her clit from its protective hood. Brandon stared, hypnotically at my self-arousal. Not wanting to let him down, I continued to explore, enjoying him watching more than the exploration itself.
He started to say something.
“Sssshhhh,” I hushed him, pressing my slick, dripping fingers against his lips, my musky aroma igniting a lustful look in his eyes.
His eyes locked on mine. “I bet you taste as good as you look,” he said, as he sucked my fingers deep into his mouth, savoring the taste of my arousal.
I have no idea why but for the first time in my life, I was curious to know what I tasted like, so I slipped a finger between my glistening pink lips before bringing it to my mouth and sucking it while Brandon watched me.
His eyes widened as I licked my pussy juices from my finger while I wrapped my other hand around his thick vein encircled shaft.
“That’s so hot! I’ve never seen anyone do that before. There’s a dirty little come slut behind that prim and proper exterior, isn’t there?” he said, his cock pulsated in my hand as if to enunciate his words.
“I don’t know for sure,” I replied, “but I’m starting to think you might be right.”
At that, I moved until the tip of his steely shaft was near my shiny wet pussy lips and in one fast movement I speared my moist opening with his rock hard boner, pushing it in all the way until I was sitting on his cock as hard and as deep as I could.
Now I was ready to ride him like he’d never been ridden before. Moving my hips back and forth in a rocking motion while squeezing my legs together with each thrust, I rode him slowly and rhythmically. The look on his face said it all. He was being ridden like never before and he was loving every dirty, slutty thrust of my hips.
My own feelings of arousal and desire grew as I ground myself into him, feeling him deep inside as his fat shaft and engorged head touched parts of me inside that literally blew my mind.
Brandon started to move to my rhythm, burying himself deeper, desperate to bury himself in the tightness of my channel. I could see from the way his eyes glazed with lust that he was about to lose control.
He grabbed my breasts firmly and squeezed them hard. My hardened nipples grazed the palms of his hands and sent shivers through me.
“Stop for a minute,” he pleaded, desperately trying to hold back his release. “I want it to last and you feel so fucking good.”
His primal lust soon overcame his desire to hold off and he resumed his thrusting movement, keeping his grip on my breasts, which I was enjoying. Each time he dug his fingers into them, my nipples hardened against his palms and I couldn’t help but arch my head back as I moaned with delight.
I no longer cared who saw or heard us. Every time I threw my head back I cried out with pleasure as the angle of my hips changed and Brandon’s cock pleasured some new part of me deep inside. I started to lose it and ground my pelvis hard against him, forcing him deeper with each frantic thrust.
“Give it to me, Daddy. Give it to me good. Give it to me hard. I want every inch of that fat, fucking cock inside of me. Drive it in!” I screamed as I bent forward and clawed his chest with my freshly painted nails.
“Dirty girl! You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he growled in a way that didn’t disguise the raw pleasure he felt at me talk like a dirty little slut.
“I want to be dirty with you. I want to be your dirty little bitch. Be rough with me. Grab my tits. Squeeze them. Pull them hard. I get so wet and horny when you’re rough with them. I love it. Fuck me hard. Show me how much you want it!” I cried as he grabbed my hips and continued slamming himself into me.
Needing him deeper, I moved my feet so I was no longer on my knees, but sitting up on my haunches. Still wearing heels, I felt sexier than I’ve had ever felt in my entire life. I gave myself over to the pleasure of the moment and let it drive me to new heights.
Raising his head slightly, Brandon could see the pulsating veins in his shiny, wet shaft as I pumped myself up and down on it, riding him hard and wet.
“That’s right, look at it. Look at my pussy gobbling your cock,” I looked him in the eyes as I said it. “You like watching yourself fuck me, don’t you?”
Brandon couldn’t reply. Words failed him; he was so overwhelmed by the raw sexual energy pouring from our frenzied coupling. All he could do was nod, never taking his eyes away from the sight which was enthralling him.
I leaned forward to support my weight on his chest and continued raising my butt off his legs before pounding myself down on him again and again. Each time, my ass made a wet slapping sound as our sweaty bodies collided.
Waves of pleasure were building up inside of me once again and I knew I wanted to finish like this, slamming him hard and deep so his cock would burst where it pleasured me the most. Brandon was ready for his release, too. The sight of him slipping in and out of my pussy and the hot juices dripping down his shaft to drench his balls had seen to that.
“Look at me. I want to look in your eyes when you come. I want to see the pleasure on your face,” I screamed at him, as our eyes locked.
“That’s it. Let me come on your fat cock. Fuck me good. Tell me I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had. The dirtiest fuck. The tightest cunt you’ve ever fucked!” I wailed as I came.
“Yes! Yes! You know you are. Oh, God! I can’t hold it any longer! Take it! Take it!” was all Brandon could say as the waves of orgasm erupted from his balls and the head of his cock burst deep inside me. As it did, he felt my tight pussy squeezing him deep inside as I surrendered to my own pleasure.
Looking down at him as my orgasm swept through me, I ground myself down hard, burying him as deep as I could, feeling him pulsing in that special place which pleasured me like no other. The primal look in Brandon’s eyes and the muscles tensing in his neck as he came prolonged my climax. I thought it was never going to end.
My head swam deliriously and every muscle in my body convulsed with pure ecstasy, before I finally collapsed, sweaty and spent, on top of Brandon, to the sound of his rapid breathing and racing heartbeat in my ear. His strong arms encircled me.
The last thought that went through my mind before I drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms was how things would be between Brandon and me after the wedding. Lying in bed, exhausted from the night of sex-fueled passion on the balcony, it was easy to pretend that it didn’t matter that we were stepbrother and stepsister. But it would matter. I was sure of that.
I wanted a future with him. I felt good in his protective arms and if we wanted it to work, I’d just have to keep calling him “Daddy”. In secret, of course.
The End
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I write wickedly hot, steamy romance stories that will leave you gasping. Yes, they are a little over the top, but there’s nothing like a quick, dirty read about an alpha male or a sinful, forbidden relationship to spice up the day, is there? If you like your romance scorching hot and very, very naughty, then my stories are for you!
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All characters in this book who engage in sexual acts are 18 years and are not related. All sexual acts are consensual.
Table of Contents
Bianca James
About the Author
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Also by Bianca James
Mailing List
About the Author
Copyright
Disclaimer
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