Damn, I did love her big ass, loved how it filled out my hands.
I continued to watch as I thrust my cock into her. Her pussy was stretched around my shaft, her lips wide, taking all of me. She was so fucking wet the sounds of our fucking filled the room is this oh so good and dirty harmony. I wanted this to last, but I knew I was too close to coming; she just felt too fucking good.
As I kept looking at her pussy hole sucking at my cock, I started pumping harder, faster into her.
“I’m going to come,” was all she managed before I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick almost painfully. I gripped her hips and pulled out of her, only to slam back home. If she was going to come, I was going to make it so fucking explosive for her.
She opened her mouth, her lush lips parting.
God, this woman could make me cum just from the sound of her getting off, from the noise of her crying out, pleading. As I continued to watch her face, loved that she had her eyes closed as she came, I fucking lost it.
I pulled out of her hot little pussy, started stroking my cock, and felt my orgasm rise up. I jizzed all over her belly, white arcs of thick cum coating her. She gasped at first, but then moaned. I came for long seconds, the pleasure never seeming to fucking end.
When it was all said and done, my dick semi-hard, her stomach covered in my spunk, I lay beside her. She was panting, her cheeks red. My girl looked like she’d just been fucked good and hard, and I loved I was the one that gave her that expression of euphoria.
“God, baby. Your pussy…” I groaned, not able to finish what I was about to say. I reached out, and feeling like a dirty bastard, started rubbing my cum into her belly, using it like lotion on her skin. She was breathing hard again, and I wondered if she’d let me taste her ass, maybe fuck it, too. The very thought had my dick standing hard in record time. I wanted to ask her, to demand she give all of herself to me, but I also didn’t want to scare her. We had time for the freaky, really dirty stuff later. Until then, I’d just hold her, because even that was worth it when it came to Charlotte.
6
Charlotte
Last night had been the most amazing night of my life, and if it hadn’t been for our parents returning home, I’d probably still be in his bed, getting fucked. My mother had been sick, and Greg hadn’t wanted to keep her away from home. They had left the hotel, and if Derek and I hadn’t separated at that exact moment, and I rushed into my room, we’d have been caught.
My stepfather was a nice man, and he was great to my mom, so I liked him. But how could I go down and face my family? It was a Saturday morning, and I’d already heard our parents get up and head downstairs. I’d stared at my clock, waiting for some courage to fill me to face them. They might not know what we’d done, but I did, and I was a little afraid of their reaction if they should find out.
I was shocked when there was a knock on my door, and a second later, it opened. Derek stood there staring at me, without a shirt, his sweat pants resting low on his lips.
Sitting up in bed, I stared at him. “What are you doing here?” My body was sore in places I hadn’t thought could get sore, and that had a whole new thrill filling me.
He closed the door and moved toward the bed, taking a seat beside me. I wore a nightshirt, so I was more than adequately covered.
“Our parents our downstairs.”
“I heard them, Charlotte.” He reached out and cupped my cheek. “I needed to see you before we go downstairs.”
“I’m not going to tell them.” The last thing I would ever do is tell my parents that I fucked my stepbrother last night.
“I know. Fuck, this isn’t about them. This is about what we did last night and how it affects us.”
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to stay still even as his touch set me aflame. I wanted him again; even with all the soreness and aching muscles, I wanted him again.
“I hurt you.”
“It was expected given how I’ve never…” I let that hang between us and then cleared my throat. “I wanted it,” I said, stopping him from embarrassing me even further. This wasn’t his fault. We both wanted what happened last night, and I wanted it again.
“There was blood on my dick, Charlotte.”