Step-Santa - A Stepbrother Forbidden Romance

“You make me so goddamn hard.” I kiss her neck and drag my tongue along the shell of her ear. “So fucking hard.” My dick throbs for her, and I grind it against her ass so I can feel a semblance of relief.

It doesn’t work, and I spin her to face me and hoist her up, telling her exactly how much I want her with the kiss I lay on her.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and I move to the leather sofa, laying her down.

Frantic to taste her, I push her skirt up and dive into the promised land.

“Oh god,” she cries out when my tongue makes contact with her pussy.

I feast like a starved man, dragging my tongue through her wetness, ending at her clit. “I’m so fucking turned on by this pussy,” I tell her, looking into her green eyes.

She stares at me like she’s never wanted anyone as badly as me, and I’m hoping she hasn’t. Because I’ve never in my life been this aroused by another woman.

I continue sucking at her skin, pushing a finger into her wet heat. She bucks beneath me, and I add another finger, moving in sync with my tongue on her clit. My dick is so hard, but I focus on the beauty who has her fingers intertwined in my hair, making the most glorious sounds I’ve ever heard.

I can’t wait to hear her get off.

I speed up my tempo, making sure she’s enjoying every second. She squeezes her eyes shut and her back arches off the couch.

“I’m coming,” she cries out, but I can already tell by the way her thighs squeeze my head and her walls clamp around my fingers.

I sit up to watch her orgasm wash over her, and she doesn’t disappoint as she bites her lower lip and calls out my name.

I remove my belt, unzip my pants, and move over her so I can kiss those luscious ruby lips. Within seconds, I wrap my aching dick with a condom and slide up into her before I can take another breath.

The moment I’m to the hilt, we stop the frenzy and stare at one another. I’m lost in her green eyes, and my body slowly rocks.

She cups my face, laying a tender kiss on my lips. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she whispers.

Emotion overcomes me. Being inside her heat feels so exquisite I kiss her, because I’m afraid I might blurt out the words, ‘I love you’ to someone I just met.

It’s insane, but I feel like I can’t breathe unless I’m kissing her. So, I don’t stop. I keep kissing her as our bodies find a perfect rhythm. As they play out their own orchestrated melody.

I break the kiss, the words I wanted to say earlier tucked neatly away in my mind, and gaze at her. “You’re beautiful,” I say instead.

“Kane, this is so wrong.”

I shake my head. “Never. This can never be wrong.” I spread her legs wider as I thrust inside her. Deeper. Further into her. She moans long and hard.

I run my fingers through her strawberry hair and sniff it so I can remember the fragrance. Everything about this woman is unexpected and refreshing. It makes my mind think I am falling for her.

I push the thoughts away and focus on the sweet feel of her pussy wrapped around me. I pump into her, and she moves with me, her nails scraping down my back.

Fuck, she feels like heaven.

“Kane, don’t stop,” she says.

I’ll never stop. I’d give this woman anything.

My body builds, and I pick up speed. I want this orgasm with her. I want her to come at the same time as me. I want to know the moment she does.

“Come with me,” I tell her. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too,” she breathes out.

“Who’s fucking you so good?”

“You are,” she answers.

I run my lips over hers. “Say my name.”

“Kane.” Her thunderous cries echo in the cabin.

“Say it again.”

“Kane.” She grabs onto me, her legs holding me in a vice grip. “I’m coming.”

At the sound of her words, I explode in a blizzard of ecstasy. I slam my eyes shut as the powerful pleasure overtakes me.

Her tremors calm, and I pump inside her a few more times, my orgasm lessening with each thrust of my hips.

“You’re amazing,” I pant out through ragged breaths.

“No, you are,” she whispers.

I don’t want to break the connection. I want to live in her pussy. I want so many things it scares me, so I kiss her lips before I stand and clean up, discarding the condom.

Her phone pings with a message once I’ve returned to the living room.

“Is it our parents?” Just saying that sentence sounds so wrong on so many levels.

She shakes her head, sitting up and fixing her hair. “No, it’s Aspen. She says they’re looking for us.”