Arrogant Brit

When I felt his shaft breach me, I was sure he’d split me in two. He was so thick and hard that I could feel him stretching me, making way for the heft and might of his massive cock between the tight walls of my poor, neglected cunt. I scrabbled at the sheets, clawing at the silk, but couldn’t find purchase. I had nothing to hold onto as Preston worked his way inside of me, nothing to ground me to reality as he filled me with his cock.

“Oh, God…!”

Every moment after that was delirium. Every thrust was sheer ecstasy, the sort no words could possibly describe. Every touch burned me, scorched me, turned me to ash in his skillful hands, and yet every other saw me rise from the ashes to be filled once again by his thrumming cock. Preston was a wildfire raging over me, surging over the acres of my skin, leaving no inch of me unviolated. I twisted and arched, howled and writhed, pulled at my hair and shouted his name in ways I never thought I would.

“Fuck me, Preston! Harder! Harder!”

He obeyed me until the only sound I could hear beyond my own blood rushing in my ears was the steady slapping of his hips against my ass, the symphony of our bodies colliding and parting, only to collide again with even greater force. I was a slave to the sensations flowing through me, unable to think or feel anything else other than what Preston inspired with the roughness of his hands, the guttural tone of his growl, and the unrelenting force of his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

Preston reached down between my legs, snaking an arm over my thigh to rub my clit again with his fingers. I could barely keep up with his frenzied pace. The wave of my orgasm was already so close to crashing over me, and I feared that it would sweep me away into an oblivion I couldn’t possibly fathom.

“I’m cumming,” I whined, spreading my legs even wider for Preston’s girth. “Oh, shit—Preston! I’m cumming!”

He let out a low groan as I exploded. It was like the universe was coming together, like the two of us alone had created the sun and the stars. I wailed in rapture, throwing my head back and crying out Preston’s name again and again. Everything inside of me that said I should be ashamed was silenced in that moment. There was only me, Preston, and the undeniable passion we shared.

My walls hitched and squeezed, drawing tight around Preston’s cock. I felt him shudder behind me. He was close.

He pulled out of me and I turned, somehow knowing what he wanted from me though he hadn’t spoken it. On my hands and knees I crawled to him, watching him stroke his glistening shaft from root to crown, each jerk of his hand more desperate than the last. I pushed his hand away, engulfing his tip in my mouth, and felt him wind both hands through my hair to pull it away from my face as I bobbed mercilessly on his shaft, urging him into the back of my throat.

Preston let out a hiss through his clenched teeth. It was all he could do not to thrust into me, to make me choke on the enormity of his dick. I could smell his scent and mine mingling on his base, could taste my own lust for him as I spun my tongue around his shaft. I’d never known anything more delectable in my entire life than the way I tasted on my stepbrother’s cock.

“Fuck,” he gritted, feeling his balls tighten against my chin. I picked up the pace, rushing my brother toward ecstasy, pulling him into my mouth again and again as he surged forward suddenly and the first warm gush of his semen hit the back of my tongue.

I let my eyes flutter closed, slurping and sucking as Preston drove himself into me, eager to let the rest of his salty sweet load fountain down my throat. I held myself there as long as I could, forgoing even my own breath to see my brother twist in pleasure before me, knowing no other high so intense as seeing the look of bliss on his face.

As he settled I withdrew, the both of us panting. He fell forward onto his hands, staring into my eyes as I sat up on his bed, naked save for my bra. He brushed my hair from my face and kissed me, crawling over top of me, pinning me beneath his weight in a way that made me feel so safe, so secure, so wanted and loved.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered, his breath swirling like a sweet melody in the labyrinth of my ear. “You have no idea, Maddy… No earthly clue…”

We fucked again, this time face to face, this time with my breasts crushed in his hands as he looked into my eyes while he took me. This time, there was no mistaking that I belonged to Preston Harvey, the man who would become my stepbrother. I wasn’t just his personal assistant… I was all his.

Morning was… different.

Neither of us had expected to pass out. I could tell that much from the way we were still on top of the covers, the summer breeze licking our dried sweat. I turned over beside Preston, making sure that what I’d dreamt of had actually been real. There he was, flesh and blood and muscle beside me. It was strange, but I didn’t know how to feel.

The passion we’d succumbed to last night had been… intense. And it wasn’t like I hadn’t enjoyed myself. But now, in the broad light of day, I couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of shame. I was waking up in bed next to my naked, spent stepbrother. Who does that?

Swallowing the conflict for now, I sat up and looked around, trying to find a clock that could tell me the time. I’d have to settle for Preston’s cell phone instead, but that was easier said than done when I had no idea where he’d put it.

I crawled over his sleeping form, reached over the end of the bed, and searched the pants he’d been wearing the night before. As I looked at the crumpled heap, all I could think about was how he’d dropped them in the heat of the moment, what it had felt like to endure his twisting, tantalizing tongue…

I lifted his phone from his pocket. It was seven a.m. The morning light must have woken us. At least we hadn’t slept the whole day.

Just as I was raising back up, Preston asked me, “What are you doing?”

I turned to look at him. He was awake, though he hadn’t yet moved. He was looking at me strangely, probably in the same way I’d looked at him when I’d woken up in his arms. Last night had been incredible, but it had happened under the cover of darkness. Morning was an entirely different animal, and it seemed neither of us knew precisely what to do with it.

I decided to try to avoid it for now. “Your phone,” I told him, holding it up. “I wanted to know what time it was.”

“It’s ringing,” he told me, and I looked at it. Indeed, since I’d picked it up, his phone had received a call.

It wasn’t making any noise, though, and it wasn’t vibrating. I looked over at him. “Do you want me to answer it?”

“No,” he said. He sat up, and I watched his muscles coil under his skin like snakes winding their way through the desert. “I’ll handle it.”

He moved past me down to the foot of the bed, retrieving his Bluetooth earpiece and pushing it in. He plucked his phone out of my hand, but didn’t look at me as he answered the call. “Hello?”

He was quiet for a moment, listening to the other end. I pulled some of the sheets around me, shielding myself from his view, though he didn’t even bother to look over. We had a lot to talk about, that was for sure, but it seemed like neither of us felt like this was the time or the place. Not while he was on the phone, at least.

“What time?” he said, startling me from my thoughts. I tried to look at anything but the planes of his muscles as he added, “Fine. We’ll be there.”

He hung up the call and looked at me, taking his earpiece out again. “We’re having dinner tonight,” he said.

I frowned at him, watching as he got up off the bed and walked to the dresser for a pair of underwear. “And why, pray tell, do you need your personal assistant to come along? Is there a children’s hospital to tear down?”

“Maddy…”

“Or maybe you could turn a city park into a landfill?”

“Maddy!”

“I’m still angry with you Preston.” I said firmly.

“You can stop now. Lets just say I’m having second thoughts about the whole homeless shelter deal,” he replied.

“

Because I talked you out of it, or are you saying that because of what happened last night?” I asked, almost wishing he wouldn’t answer.

Preston didn’t answer, the silence biting as he was clearly trying to pick his words carefully.