Kim Vs. Stepbrother

“This is so wrong...” I whisper, and my words are carried away by the warm night breeze.

“And that makes it so much better,” he says with a quick wink, grabbing my hand and lifting me up from the ground. “Which is why I’m going to fuck you right here.”

“I’m still waiting,” I grin at him, trying to anticipate his reply.

“You won’t have to wait long.”

I sure hope not because I can’t wait to have him inside of me again.

Without a warning he sweeps me off my feet and, carrying me in his strong muscled arms, takes me to one of the patio recliners and lays me down. I fall there gently and, in a second, he climbs over me, pushing my knees apart and hiking my dress up to my waist. I’m so wet I can already feel my pussy dripping and soaking the thin mattress of the recliner.

He starts by kissing my inner thighs, always going around my pussy but never touching it. He goes like that for what seems like an eternity, kissing and teasing, but never really acting on his delicious threat. I half moan, my heart ready to burst with so much anticipation.

“Are you gonna make me beg?” I ask, knowing too damn well what his answer is going to be.

He pulls back and looks at me, the smile on his face telling me everything I need to know.

“What do you think?”

“No…”

“Beg, Kim… I wanna hear you beg.”

I beg and not because he wants me to, but because I simply can’t endure his teasing any longer. I need to feel his mouth on me, his tongue darting inside my pussy as he sucks hard on my clit.

“Please, Cody… Please, I want to feel you…”

He doesn’t wait long. I close my eyes as his lips brush against my pussy, his tongue running up and down freely and always making a seductive victory dance over my clit each time it goes near it. Once again I’m in that special place of Heaven, one I never even knew existed. I squirm as his tongue parts my pussy lips and goes in, and my hands shoot to his head. I grab his hair fiercely and push him down with more harshness than I intended, rubbing my pussy against his face with no control whatsoever.

He flicks his tongue against my clit and a jolt of electricity shoots up my spine, making my skin prickle. I moan, completely surrendering to him. His tongue dances around my clit as if he knows my body better than I do. Each movement seems wild and free and, yet, so carefully calculated as to bring me near the edge of ecstasy. This is so good it seems like something out of this world. Why am I just now discovering that pleasure like this exists?

Sliding one finger inside of me he starts licking my clit harder, his tongue dancing unpredictably over it. Soon he has one more finger in me, stretching my inner walls wide and preparing them for his thick cock. When the third finger goes inside I’m already arching my back, fire spreading through my muscles and burning me away into sweet ecstasy. I pull at his hair so fiercely as I come that it’s almost a miracle that I don’t tear his scalp off. With my eyes closed I moan hard, enjoying the way pleasure crashes against my body.

“This is so good…” I whisper as I look up at the night sky, my muscles still reeling from the orgasm. He climbs on top of me then, kissing me on the lips; somehow, the scent of my own pussy makes me ache for his cock even more.

I take my fingers to his dark tie and undo its knot, sliding it out around his neck. With my eyes locked on his, I start unbuttoning his shirt, taking care of each button as fast as I can. My knuckles brush against his skin and, when the last button pops out, I lean into him and press my lips over his rock-hard abs, enjoying the smoothness of his skin. Submitting to that crazy craving, my tongue parts my lips and I lick him from his abs to his chest, slowly tracing the contour of his ripped muscles.

I don’t want this moment to ever end.

Grabbing him by his collar, I pull him close to me, so close our lips are almost brushing against each other.

“This is so wrong that it feels right,” I tell him, my expression one of pure bliss.

“Now you get me,” he grins at me, looking sly and devious.

“I do”, I mewl, pulling him to me and smacking my lips against his. I slide the shirt down his arms, making sure my fingers brush against his skin each step of the way. I don’t want to waste a moment.

Grabbing at the hem of his trousers I pull them down hurriedly, wanting his naked body on me as fast as possible. He kicks off his shoes and throws his pants to the ground, standing by my side only in his boxer briefs, that massive bulging he hides there calling to me. I go for it, laying my open mouth on his cock over his underwear and biting gently at it. But then I decide I’m done with the teasing; I want that cock of his and I’m done with waiting. I pull his boxers down as if I’m possessed, grabbing his length and shoving it down my mouth the moment it springs free. I bob my head back and forth in a flowing motion, a deep and low hum at the back of my throat.

He grabs me by the hair, pushing my head back. There’s a grin on his face, a grin that tells me how much he’s enjoying ravishing my body.

“It’s time,” he whispers, “for the wait to be over.”

I grin back at him, completely out of control. I jump out of the recliner and, as he simply looks at me, I go toward the wall of the house and place both my hands there, spreading my legs wide. He comes up behind me, his hand climbing up my leg and under my dress. He grabs at my ass, caressing my crack and sliding one finger underneath it to rub my soaked pussy. Raising the hem of the dress, he presses his body into me, his cock fitting perfectly between my ass cheeks. I grind against him as if tomorrow will never come, making sure that his cock is as hard as it can possibly be. One hand goes to my breasts, furiously grabbing at them and pinching a hard rosy nipple between his fingers, and the other goes around my waist and cups my pussy, one finger deftly placed over my clit. He keeps pressing his cock against my ass, his finger on my clit drawing a cascade of moans out of me.

Then he stops; he takes a step back, taking both his hand off of me. I look over my shoulder at him and he simply stands there, looking at me with hungry eyes.

“You’re just perfect, Kim,” he tells me, and then he’s on me again, parting my folds with his fingers and pushing his cock dow