Submit (Double Delights 2)

“I’m so bad. I know I shouldn’t do this with you, fuck my stepbrother. But I can’t help it. Your cock is so huge and your tongue. Oh, your tongue. It’s playing me like an instrument. But what if Daddy came in and found us. We would be in so much trouble and look the door’s wide open, he could come in at any time. He’s only in the room next door. We’re so bad. So, so bad, but I love it. I love being your dirty girl, your dirty little secret.”

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sp; Jesus Christ! My hand was on my cock and I pumped myself for dear life, while I brought her over the edge. She collapsed onto me shuddering. I rolled her onto her back and then I leaned over her pumping my cock next to her face.

“That’s right hey? Do you like your stepbrother’s cock? You like him fucking you with it, with his fingers, with his tongue. Making you come over and over. Do you want to taste me? Drink up my forbidden man milk. Hey look, we’re being watched. My best friend’s stood in the doorway watching us. What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to drink you all up and then I’m going to fuck your friend.” She told me.

I erupted over her face. She opened her mouth and caught some of my cum, licking her lips. Her face was splattered. She looked like a canvas of cum.

I thrust my dick straight back into her pussy and rode her hard again. “Close your eyes. Pretend I’m the friend now.”

“Oh, a new dick. So good. You know what to do with it, baby. Is my stepbrother watching?”

“He is.”

“Good. I hope he’s fisting his cock while you fuck me.”

Sensations took over as we headed towards another climax and I roared out as I once again emptied my spunk into her and she shook as tremors rocked her slim body.

We were soaked in sweat and both needed another shower.

I took her hand and we headed into her bathroom where we fucked another again. She was insatiable and I was addicted. Then I kissed her goodnight and returned to my own room, in case Daniel arrived back early from his trip.

**

The next morning I headed down to the kitchen, fixed coffee and began making a batch of pancakes, practically the only thing I knew how to make. Being away from my pops had made me realise how lazy I was and how I acted like a young jerk back home, not a man. If I was going to impress a woman like Kayla I needed to get my shit together. I didn’t think spoilt rich boys were her type.

I heard her footsteps pad down the stairs and she walked into the kitchen raising a hand at me.

“Morning.”

She sat at the dining table, looking like she could lay her head on it and go back to sleep. I placed a mug of coffee in front of her.

“Pancakes?”

“Yes, please. Somehow I’m exhausted. I can’t think why. I need energy so keep em coming.”

“It was all the orgasms that took your energy,” I laughed.

She took a hair tie off her wrist and tied her hair back in a bun thing. Then she rubbed her eyes.

“Hurry with the pancakes. I’m so hungry and then we need to talk.”

“Oh. Not sure I like the sound of that.”

She said nothing and I continued to cook, feeling like I had a stone in my gut. Somehow, I appeared to have lost my appetite.

“You don’t want a repeat then?”

She looked up at me. “Did I say that? Stop trying to guess what I’m going to say. Pancakes.” She demanded.

“You’re such a bossy woman.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”

I brought the plate of pancakes to the table and then the syrup, returning to get my coffee mug.