Cruel : Stepbrother Billionaire Romance (4 page)

I licked my lips. I jumped to kneel between his legs. The thickness of cotton was springy under my fingertips. I panted at the zinging pulse of his hot ridges. Drawing my fingers down both sides of his massive shift, I watched in wonder as it twitched and beat towards me.

I bent closer to catch his scent, to breathe his heat. I licked my lips as I drew the waistband of the cotton slowly down. My eyes widened at the marvel of body architecture, the fat girth of his hard man-muscle.

The tip of my finger stroked gently from the cleft of the wonderful head, all the way down the tight curve, down to the soft sac. As I repeated the motion, it jumped under my finger.

My body was torn, wild with desire and yet needing his touch.
 
I wanted the delicious torture of foreplay to go on forever, to test, tease, and barely touch his skin all over, centimeter by centimeter.

At the same time, I was desperate to have him
 
stretch and fill me,
 
and blast me with his seed.

My tongue made the decision for me. As I licked gently up the center of his swollen shaft, I knew I had to have the tang of him on my tongue–between my lips and at least to the top of my throat.

While I began to swallow his cock and relish the mingle his scent and taste, his head lifted. I couldn’t reach to push him back, so I simply pointed. He trembled as he obeyed. As he trembled, he thickened. As he thickened, I sucked.

Drawing my lips rhythmically along his length, I sensed his pace, felt where he needed pressure and where he wanted to be drawn and coaxed. Wet suction drew him in. My tongue slipped under him and his dark taste made me shudder with relish.

I sucked gently in a slow rhythm as his slick bulb filled the back of my throat. His forceful response drove me on. While I sucked him, I wriggled out of my jeans. Then I slid his down over his thighs, and off. I felt the warmth of his big thighs outside mine.

While I sucked his cock, I reached for his hands and took them. I stroked his palms and mingled my fingers with his. Then I put his hands in my hair. As the weight of his hands pressed the back of my head, I nodded.

He took the cue. His fingers entwined in my hair, and gripped my head. He pushed me harder, down onto his length.
Yes!
He shoved me farther down his thick cock until my lips met his hilt, until my tongue could touch his sac. Thin, sweet saliva gushed into my mouth and I held him in the smooth muscles of my throat.

His thighs and stomach clenched, and he sighed. He pulled me up to him, looked with something akin to wonder into my face, and then bit his lip as a hot glow came into his eyes. He breathed hard and held me against his body. I saw a fury come into his face. I pressed my tongue inside my lip and I nodded softly, once.

He spun me around and his hand reached under me. As his strong fingers took a hold of my hot mound, I almost folded over. My juices sprang to the fore and I gasped as my hips ground my hot petals into his hand.

“Yes!” I shouted as his fingers slid past my soaked panties, and past in between my throbbing lips. I leaned forward as his fingers teased around the hood of my bud. Tides of rolling sensation rose and swirled within me. My head shook and my thighs clenched.

I backed towards him, and pushed against the muscular control of his hand. He tore my panties and pulled my hips to bring my lips onto the head of his cock. My petals hugged him, and I moaned as he stretched me wide and his cock slid into my plump wet pussy.

He covered me, leaned over me, and his hands held my breasts as his massive mast plowed into my soaked pussy. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my back, and his hard thighs slapped against my rolling buttocks. A shock burst in my chest as his hand landed hard on my ass.

My back arched and my fingers clenched as I drove back against his thrusts. His shaft scraped hard against my soft spot, high inside at the front and waves of sparks radiated through my nerves.

He filled me so hard, so much, so completely. His arms wrapped around me and we became one, heaving, churning, and beating through the rising storm of ecstatic pulses. He filled me harder, deeper, stretched me wider and I reared up, my hands clawed and my tides swelled.

He grabbed my breasts and squeezed, setting my nerves alight. His fingers traced into my mouth and I bit him. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he leaned over me and I felt his tension rise. Veins stood out on his arms.
 

My throat was hot and tight, and I slapped the floor with my palms. My soft buttocks shuddered and rippled as he slammed into me, all the way up me. All my muscles tensed and flexed as he sawed in still deeper.

Within me a sea lifted, ready to brim over. His voice, a hoarse whisper, panted hot in my ear. “Now, Sis.
NOW!
Say it. NOW!”

“
Balthazar!
”

And my canyon gave way to the flood. Cascades of tension broke and spilled a torrent of thrashing orgasm. His hot, hard length pummeled me, split me wide open as the pulses swelled along the length of his massive member.

“
Balthazar, YES!
” I shouted, “Fuck me, Balthazar. Fuck me HARD!”

His balls swung to beat against my mound as his pump cannoned bolts of hot cum to beat against my chamber and coat me, slick, sticky and warm. Again and again he hammered me and spurted gobs of luscious love.

I reached back to lock my fingers in his hair and we subsided together, curled wet and trembling to the deck, locked around each other’s bodies. We were disheveled.
 
Hot and wet, we nuzzled, wondered, and licked at each other. Our arms and hands stroked and soothed. We were two masses of a single being.

I stroked his glistening wet hair from his face and kissed his cheekbones. My fingertips grazed softly over his beard and into the cleft of his chin. He drifted into sleep and I planted kisses on his face as he dozed and I slipped away to join my Balthazar.

EXTRA BONUS

STORY

From the same publisher

The Real
Slutwives
of Boon County

Candi

Alice May Ball

Sprawled face down on the rug, mascara all over my face, all of my clothes messed up and hanging off me, I bit my thumb, all wet with tears and saliva, and I pulled my thighs wider.

Seemed like that brute wasn’t stopping any time soon. He smelled my heat, still rising. As I went over again, I was just praying that Paul would never, ever find out.

My knees and elbows were raw, I ached all over and I was sore as hell inside. I didn’t know how much more I could stand.

I was desperate for this man, this stranger, this animal, whatever he did, not to stop.

I was hanging out in the library, looking at the DVD box sets and thinking about whether to go to the mall, perhaps meet up with Janna, Kaylea and Suki.

There’s a Korean girl has a stand and she does just unbelievable things on nails. I was thinking of getting five stars on each nail so that would be fifty, and then one red stripe on each nail, except two on the thumbs, and two on my right hand middle finger. Awesome, huh?

Well, I was about to call Suki when across the library I saw this guy was looking at me. He was like, oh.my.god. He had on loose jeans and his ass was a total face-melt. And his brown eyes, all hooded under his big brow.

Cheekbones you could hang on to climb. Anyway, he was looking at me like I was a steak or something, you know, like I was something thick and juicy, and he was just to pick me up and take a big bite out of me.

Paul and me, things hadn’t been so great. His job wasn’t going anywhere and with me only getting odd days at the store, two kids in school, life got to be kind of a drudge sometimes.

Neither of us had been running to get upstairs lately. I’d been wondering if he was seeing someone else, but I decided that he was just losing interest. I had tried to get him to talk some, but it never got us any farther along. He’d just say, ‘It’ll get better in time,’ in a voice that said, ‘it never will.’

I couldn’t help but look back at across the library, touching my hair at the back of my neck, but maybe I shouldn’t have absent-mindedly pulled on the front of my shirt like I did.

Anyway, this grin spreads over the guy’s face. His eyes lit up while those strong lips widened and parted and his big white teeth shone and in the same moment, he was moving towards me.

Now, if Suki could see this? She would die. For one thing, she knows about the… well, about what’s been going on between me and Paul. Even more about what’s not been going on. And she’s all like,
Get some, girl. Get it where you find it.

I mean I love her to death you know. But she is such a bitch. She loves to act like she’s the sex-witch from hell. I know she’s really just a little pussy-cat who likes to play the role.

I am certain she wouldn’t cheat on Bo, not ever. She’ll flirt and all, she acts like she’s going to do it, but she never really would, I’m sure of it.

She would totally die, I mean she would literally die if she saw the man-machine that was making its way over to me. He was walking with a purpose, and there was no mistaking that I was it.

I mean, I knew he was going to say something cute or smart-alec like one of those corny lines that guys try to use. He walked over to me, and he was like a poem in motion.

His hips rolled easy on his strong, muscular thighs and he moved just like a cat, fluid, like every part of him rippled and rolled in every little move. And his eyes were holding on to me.

He towered over me and he licked his tight bottom lip and his voice was like dark honey. He said, “What’s your name?”

I said, “Candi,”

“I can see what you are, I asked you your name.” I was just creaming up in my little thong about then.

I told him, “I can see what you are, too. So what’s yours?”

“Tony. So, Candi, are you just going to waste this beautiful day, or are you going to have me fuck your brains out?” I bit my lip and looked back at him. I wouldn’t really just go off with a complete stranger, just like that.

Have him get all over me, tearing each other’s clothes off. Tongues and teeth and fingers, sliding all up and on him. And me. I couldn’t. Could I. No. Obviously.

Still, I was trying not to grin when I said, “I don’t know what you think gives you the right to go around making outrageous suggestions. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“
You
should be ashamed,” he said, “thinking what you’re thinking right now.”

Right then, I so wanted to slap his face. “You have no idea what I’m thinking. Don’t make assumptions like that.” And then he leaned in and I shivered to feel his hot breath on my throat.

He chuckled as he whispered into my ear, “Princess, I can smell what you’re thinking,” and my whole body trembled. Inside my panties, I was wet and wild. The sound of his voice, right in my ear like that, it made my heart bang like a hammer.

He had made my juices run, he wasn’t wrong about that. He wasn’t wrong about what I was thinking, either. I was considering the size of his hands. And I was thinking, big hands like those, they probably mean nearby is a great big cock. I was thinking what it might be like, having that great big cock, tearing me apart.

He said, “I think I’m going back to my apartment now. Fix a drink, maybe change clothes.”

I said, “So what’re you going to change into?”

“Baby oil.” He let me think about that for a while, then he turned to go. Oh, that
ass!
And he looked back at me and said, “You want to follow my truck?”

Yes. I wanted to follow his truck.

Driving over, I told myself that I’d just stay for one drink. Just one. Okay, maybe fool around a little bit. But really, a little bit. I had never been unfaithful to Paul. Not really, not properly cheating unfaithful. And I wasn’t going to do it today.

That was what I told myself. I was so sure that of it that I repeated it to myself. Over and over. Wasn’t going to happen.
Nn
nope, no way. Nuh-
uh
.