Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

“Get on the ground,” he snarled, my body quaking as I began to obey. “On your hands and knees.”

Yes! I thought, beaming as I eagerly knelt down, my ass in the air the way I’d always imagined. I’d never once pictured Michael doing this to me, no matter how he’d made me feel when he dominated me. Whenever he’d describe what he intended to do to me, the ways he’d fuck me if he could, I would always picture Richard.

“I’m ready, Sir,” I said, looking over my shoulder at him through my eyelashes, an expression of mock-innocence playing across my face. “Please, take me…”

Richard’s fingers worked his belt and zipper as I watched, my eyes locked on the bulge in his jeans in anticipation. I’d never seen my stepbrother’s cock while we were together, though not for lack of interest—or even lack of trying—but after all this time, I knew the wait would be more than worth it.

I’d seen more than enough porn to know what to expect, but none-the-less, Richard’s enormous cock was more than impressive, even by those lofty standards. I watched as his thick girth slid out from the confines of his boxers, a long, meaty shaft of rigid iron that was standing to full attention just for me. I was practically drooling as I watched him slowly slide out his full length, his jeans and underwear falling around his ankles as he stepped out of them, tossing his shirt off along the way.

“Oh, my God!” I whimpered, watching as he came even closer, stroking his cock as he knelt down behind me. “It’s so big, Richard!”

It wasn’t just big… Becky was right! At the tip a small silver ring was pierced through the head. I’d heard of prince albert piercings, but I’d never seen so much as a picture of one before.

I turned to look ahead of me as he got himself into position. I let out a soft whine, my eyes closing as I imagined just how much of him I’d even be able to take, and then there was the fact that I’d never done this before...

“Richard, I—I mean, Dick… I’m a—”

“A sweet little virgin,” he purred and I felt his tip grazing the entrance to my untouched opening. My body gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure, the primal drive inside of me screaming to be filled up, to have a thick, hard dick spill itself inside of me. I felt like an animal, a bitch in heat that needed to be fucked.

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned, feeling the soft press of his tip against my entrance.

“I’ll be gentle,” he growled.

I felt the slow press of his cock entering me, feeling his tip sliding past the tight opening. He was easing it in and out just a bit at a time, slowly opening up my warm, wet depths. I let out a cry, pain and pleasure fusing together as I did my best to relax into the feeling of the tip of his dick inside me. He was so big, and my pussy felt like I would split in half if he kept going.

“Fuck!” I moaned, breathing deeply as I felt him stretching the delicate barrier that separated me from my unbridled desires. I looked back into Richard’s eyes, begging silently for him to press hard, to push past my cherry. I wanted him to strip me of the last shred of innocence I had left. I tried so hard to relax, to breathe, but the feeling of his thick dick inside me was too much.

I felt a sharp, tearing pain, a whimper escaping from my lips as Richard’s strong hands held my hard by the hips, keeping them from moving. He held himself inside of me, his hips pressed against the firm roundness of my ass, his cock sheathed inside of my body all the way to his base.

The pain was slow to ebb, but my entire body was exploding with incredible sensation. I tried to relax, relishing in the feeling of Richard’s thickness deep inside of me. I could already feel my hips tightening as he slowly began to move himself back out, his body beginning to piston back and forward in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Now you’re mine,” he growled, bending over me to whisper into my ear. “And I’m not letting you go.”

“Good,” I whimpered, pressing my ass back against him with every thrust.

I cried out as his pace increased, burying my face in my arms as he began to slide himself harder and faster into my pussy. The feeling of him filling me, driving that enormous cock into my body was a sensation that I could hardly describe let alone get enough of. On every stroke I could feel the metal ring running along the inside wall as his girth stretched me to the limit. I felt like my body was on fire as my stepbrother began pounding me harder and harder.

After what had happened at the restaurant, I was already so close to climax, my body sitting on a razor’s edge between the safety of my own sanity and the madness and mania that my orgasm would undoubtedly inspire in me. I could feel it calling, a torrential whirlwind of desire and lustful thoughts. It begged me to call out, to play the part of the needy slut that wanted nothing more than a hard cock in her cunt.

I’m so close!” I cried, feeling my body tighten in every muscle the longer my stepbrother drove himself into me. “Give it to me… Give me your dick…”

Our bodies moved as one in that quick, forceful rhythm. I exalted in the sheer size of him as he filled me with his cock. I felt like I was melting, slowly losing myself in the rough, lustful physicality of my stepbrother’s needful thrusts. His pace was becoming erratic, his hips bucking again and again at almost random intervals. I could feel Richard’s grip tightening on my hips as he pulled me nice and hard. I knew what was coming soon, just as my own climax loomed just out of reach.

“That’s it, fuck me!” I cried, my toes curling as I felt the pressure inside of my finally reaching its breaking point. “I’m coming!”

I let out a whining, whimpering moan as I felt all of my muscles shudder all at the same time. My chest tightened for a moment, my breath abandoning me as I shut my eyes tight, trying to brace myself against the battering waves of my orgasm. My pussy squeezes tight around Richard’s cock, feeling him pulse and thrust deeper and deeper into me even as my body contorted and writhed beneath him. I’d had more than my share of orgasms in my life, but the sensation of my stepbrother sliding in and out of my while I came brought the pleasure to whole new levels I’d never imagined.

“Shit,” Richard whispered, and I could feel him swelling up inside of my clenched pussy as it tried to milk for the primal need for a man’s cum deep inside. Oh God… I couldn’t let that happen!

“Cum on me, Sir,” I moaned, looking up at him from over my shoulder. “Cum on me, please!”

I knew I’d never be able to let him cum inside of me, not without going to the doctor for birth control, but having his seed splashing over my skin would be the next best thing. It felt like he would own me, that I’d belong to him. It was an act of submission that would tell him that more than anything I wanted to be his.

My stepbrother slid himself out of me, smirking at he took that big, thick cock in his hand and started to stroke it nice and hard as I lay sprawled out in front of him, my ass still up in the air as I watched him. I couldn’t help but stare as he stroked himself, still practically drooling for my earth shaking climax.

“That’s it,” I whimpered, biting on my lip in anticipation as I watched that red tip throb eagerly. “Give it to me!”

Richard’s body shuddered against mine and I could hear him gasp and moan as his cum began to well up at the base of his thick cock, waiting to burst forward and coat my back in thick ropes of his sticky seed. He stroked himself hard, looking down into my eyes as

I whimpered and pleaded to be covered in his spunk, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last long with the kind of encouragement I was giving him.

“Fuck!” he cried out, a thick rope of his sperm gushing forward from his throbbing tip, closely followed by another, then another. With every geyser of his cum I felt each landing down my back and all over my plump little ass, rejoicing in the way his seed felt against my skin.

“Oh, fuck, Dick! That’s it, cum for me…”

I watched him, his hips bucking and his muscles twitching hard. The geysers turned to a slow drip, his thick shaft spent of all its delightful gifts as my stepbrother slumped forward ever so slightly, his grip still tight on my hips.

I closed my eyes, basking in the glory of our shared orgasm, stretching myself out like a cat that had just woken up from a nice long nap. I felt as though something in me had changed… I’d either been broken or fixed, or something different all together. As I lay beneath my stepbrother on his floor, I knew that nothing would ever be the same…

Chapter 10

Dick

After our first time together, Jessica began falling in line.

At first, things were rocky. Her trust in me was something that the two of us needed to develop as time when on, but the more she allowed herself to follow my commands, the happier she seemed to become.

Every morning before she was awake, I would send a text to her phone, instructing her on what I wanted her to wear down to the color of hair tie she would put in her hair, and even what style of panties she would have on under her clothes—if any. If she questioned my orders, she would be punished—not with pain, but by a lack of it. In a woman like Jessica, to use pain as a punishment was like reprimanding a child by giving them candy. No, if I wanted Jessica to obey, she needed to learn that she wouldn’t receive the release she craved.

“Are you in bed?” I texted her just before midnight. I had ordered her to wait for my order before she even thought of closing her eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied within moments. I couldn’t help but feel a rush whenever she called me ‘Sir.’ My cock would come straight to attention, pushing against the soft fabric of my boxers and I would be thankful for my private room.