Quadruple Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 5)

With that he drove into me, his hard, satin steel slid into my slick, hot velvet and I groaned with delight. I hadn’t expected him to do it so quickly, but my body was ready for it. My hips surged back to meet his thrust as he slowly pulled back out. I didn’t want him to leave my body. It felt so good to be opened with his long, thick length and I didn’t want it to end.

I felt the thick power of his thighs tight against my ass as he thrust back in. Only it wasn’t just a thrust, he fucking slammed into me and I felt my hips bang into the granite wall. More pain, but it centered my mind, brought me a sting of pleasure that I hadn’t known I was capable of.

I wanted to move my hands, to dig my nails into whatever I could reach. I wanted to give just as much pain as I got because it felt good. I’d never been told to enjoy pain before, to enjoy being marked, but I did. It was only light marking, anyway. I wouldn’t go home with bruises on my hips or anything, but I’d know what I’d done when I walked onto that airplane to go home.

I clutched at the edge of the balcony, held in place by the tie. I groaned in frustration as a wildness suddenly released inside of me that I didn’t necessarily understand. I just felt it and wanted to release it. I pulled at the tie, but it held fast, and I couldn’t get free, no matter how hard I tried. I gave up, the only way I could release this caged animal inside of me that wanted out was by voicing it and thrusting back at him.

I punished him now, I set a pace that he couldn’t keep up with, not until he took control of my hips in a punishing grip. That’s when Adam showed me his own wild side. He all but fucked me into that wall, and I couldn’t keep up. All I could do was feel as he hit the right spot, deep inside of me, that made me scream his name.

My nipples were cold against the granite, hard little pebbles that tugged against the cold stone. Each tug was pleasure/pain, a burn that went all the way down to my untouched clit. But that didn’t matter, the drive of Adam’s cock into me was enough. Fuck was it enough.

I gripped the balcony so that I could brace myself to move, just an inch higher, just to the spot where I needed him to hit directly with that luscious cock of his.

A whimper broke from my throat as he thrust right into me, over and over again. I screamed again, a guttural sound that more a roar than a scream. I felt like I was about to turn inside out and I wanted to do just that, as my eyes rolled back up in my head.

“That’s it, Nicolette. That’s it, baby. Come all over my dick as Las Vegas watches you,” Adam urged me on again, to a higher place, but I was still higher than I thought I could go. My body buzzed with delight, with pain as muscles that were already well-used strived to take a little more punishment.

“I’m gonna be right behind you, Nicolette. Right behind you, baby.” I felt him pulsing inside of me, but I knew he had a condom on. We’d discussed it already, so I knew he did. It was safe.

I felt my walls clench at him as pleasure rocked me one last time. I felt the way he pulsed harder when he felt that clench. My responses prompted a response in him, as it had with the others. I was fascinated and wanted to test out this clenching thing further, to do it on my purpose, not just by accident.

I felt his body go slack behind me and knew we were done. Adam was finished, and so was I for now. I was exhausted and in need of a nap.

I slumped against the wall when he withdrew from me, and then down to the floor. I wasn’t there for long because Tristan came to pick me up. He lifted me without effort until I was in his arms. Adam moved to untie my bonds as Tristan lifted me and I was free.

“Let’s take you to bed, sweetheart.” Tristan kissed my forehead. “You deserve it.”

“What’s your favorite television show?” Daniel asked as the brothers followed us to a room with one very large bed in it. It was the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.

From what I’d seen so far, all the rooms in the place had marble floors, and this one did too. I didn’t feel it though, as Tristan carried me to the bed. I looked up at him as he put me down on the bed, my t-shirt now back down around my hips.