I stroke him a little faster and with my other hand cup his balls.
“Oh Nic,” he moans, his eyes closed and head back. “I can’t believe—”
“I know,” I murmur, bringing my mouth to his cock. I lick the glistening droplet off the tip, and then close my lips over his cockhead, running my tongue along the ridge. I wanted to go slow but tasting him like this has me so excited I can’t go slow, and I’m bobbing my head up and down as he pumps into me, banging against the back of my throat, we’re both moaning, and I pull one of his hips up so I can reach around to his crazy hot ass, and I press my finger right against his hole until it lets me in.
“Aaahh,” shouts Matthew, his hands on my breasts, squeezing them and fingering my nipples and then freezing as he comes into my mouth and I push my finger deeper into his ass.
Barely waiting for the spasms to subside, Matthew pulls me up beside him, kisses me, and then flips me on my back. “I’m gonna eat you out, my girl, gonna make you scream for mercy,” he says, and no kidding, his tongue is dancing up and down my folds, he’s burying his face in my cunt, and holy jesus is there anything better than a man who likes pussy? His arms are long so he’s still playing with my breasts as he licks me, sucks me, teases me.
And then he settles his mouth right on my clit. He’s pulsing with his tongue, prodding it, loving it, sucking it, and the rhythm gets faster and the sensation builds until I swear to fuck I think I lose consciousness. The orgasm hits me like a hurricane and I’m whirling and spinning in a storm of the most intense pleasure ever. Matthew is lapping at my nub and licking my juice and my body is shaking and bucking up into his face until finally it’s fading and I lie quiet, my chest heaving.
“Oh, man,” I say.
“I love you, Nic. I love your taste, I love your hips, I love your pussy, I love your tits. And…” he looks up, as though considering, “…you make a mean grilled cheese. And…and I’m going to fuck you a couple more times before we go to sleep.”
“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow!” I laugh.
But yeah. This is good. Way, way, way more than good. For the first time maybe ever, I’m gonna fall asleep actually looking forward to tomorrow.
So what do you think, do you like this one? It’s not too slutty for a wedding dress? I want a little cleavage, so sue me.
In what feels like a daydream, I’m here at the bridal place in the nice part of town, trying on dresses. I want to surprise Matthew at the altar with the hottest-looking dress I can, without looking, you know, too trashy. I think we’re going to get tattoos together the day before—I’m getting a little heart right on my left boob, in the spot where he first kissed me that day when he pulled my shirt off.
The weeks and months after that day have been incredible. Not always easy, because hey, Ive got baggage and so does Matthew. And it’s not like either of us has ever been around a couple who got along, you know? Our parents didn’t even stay together. My mom’s moved out of state chasing some new guy, and his dad isn’t around either.
We’ve just got each other.
And sometimes my old insecurity comes flooding back and I think there’s no way that buff dude really wants to be with me, but to be honest, feeling his hard cock kinda helps me with that one. And sometimes I think I’m too edgy for him and what am I doing with a guy who’s like the biggest rule-follower you could ever imagine. But you know, I understand now that all he’s doing is trying to make a safer world for the people he loves. And you gotta respect the fuck outta that, right?
All I ever wanted was to cook good food for people and come home to some loving arms. That whole thing with Dane was like a detour to someplace ugly, and I never want to go back there again. I’m at work right now, cutting up potatoes as usual, but now the owners are considering letting me run the kitchen during some of the slow shifts. And when I leave work, all tired and sore from being on my feet so so long, Matthew will be home waiting for me, home from his day putting the bad guys away, waiting for me with open arms, more than ready to eat whatever I cook and then to fuck me senseless.
Life is amazing, for sure. Now help me get out of this dress and let’s go to lunch.
THE END
Stepbrother Beloved
“I ached for him. And I saw in his eyes that he wanted me too, I was sure of it…”
They were each other’s safe haven during their parents’ drunken rages. As children growing up, they made their own happy world of Monopoly and tree forts, best friends forever. But then Maggie and Tanner were separated.
On the rare times they saw each other, Maggie couldn’t help her forbidden attraction to his ripped body, his teasing green eyes, his mountain climber strength and confidence. But she wanted a very different life—the safety and security of a corporate job and a fat bank account.
It would never work. For a thousand reasons, it would never work. So why is untouched Maggie unable to think of anything but seducing her stepbrother? And will Tanner give in to the blazing lust he feels for the girl he's always loved but thought he should never have?
Billionaire Stepbrother Enemy
“You always think you understand everything, but you don’t,” he says, and then someone is turning the knob on the door and he pushes me behind it and puts a finger to his lips. We’re standing so close I can smell him, and it’s making me feel all wobbly inside…
Scott Caulter had been the stepbrother from hell. So relentlessly mean that Ainsley eventually left home for good, making a life for herself in a different city. But when she comes back for a family funeral, she has to face him for the first time in years. Has to face the attraction she always felt but trie
d to deny.
Yet Ainsley can’t break the spell, can’t say no, doesn’t want to say no…
Billionaire Stepbrother in Paris
“I’ve wanted you for six years,” murmured Leo into her neck. “Six long years….”
Leo Amaretti is a nerd who won’t follow directions. His stepsister Ellie Garner secretly loves him and dreams of kissing him on a family trip to Paris. But then tragedy strikes and Leo disappears. As the years go by, Ellie stays in the small beach town, making a narrow life for herself and endlessly grieving.
Now Leo is back—and no longer a 98-pound weakling. He’s a super successful hunk who wants to drag his stepsister out of her cocoon and back into life. But will she forgive him? Will she have the courage to love again?