Off Limits: A Stepbrother MMA Romance (29 page)

With a roar, he flipped
me on my back again. “You want to get fucked?” He held his huge
prick in his hands, the look on his face predatory and hungry.

“Yes,” I moaned,
parting my legs for him.

“I’m going to fuck
you hard this time, Jewel,” he warned me. “I’m not going to
hold back.”

“Yes!” I screamed,
impatient, dying for him again. “Fuck me hard!”

True to his word, he
impaled me in one long, forceful, earthshattering thrust. I screamed
loud and long, shocked and filled and stretched so full my eyes
practically bugged out of my head.

“Ah, fuck!” he
cried out, sinking his mouth down to my shoulder to bite me, suck me.
“You feel so good!”

“Yes!” I ground my
pelvis into his, his steel velvet heat pressing down into me. Then he
threw one of my legs over his shoulder and started in, pressing down
into me, hard, grinding and pumping his full, thick nine inches into
my pussy.

I mewed and clawed him,
so far gone I couldn’t think to form words. All my objections, all
my morality, all my worries gone, I took him in completely, gazing at
his huge chest, his thick throat as he fucked me like an animal. My
nipples ached and throbbed as he claimed me, fucking me so good,
holding me right where he wanted me to get deep. His finger flicked
my swollen, throbbing clit, pinched my aching, tight nipples.

“Yes, you like
getting fucked, don’t you?” he asked, sinking his cock into me
all the way to the hilt. He watched my tits jiggle as he pounded me.

“Yes,” I moaned for
him.

“You like it hard,
like this.” He thrust into me, so huge, I couldn’t even answer
him, I just whimpered and cried out. I did like it hard. I liked it
so much all I could do was scream, hearing the wet, slapping sound of
his balls hitting my ass in his relentless rhythm. His hot, dark eyes
watched me, taking in all of my responses as he commanded, “Come
for me.”

I came and came,
shuddering and screaming, and he kept right on fucking me all the way
through it, not stopping even for a second, thrusting long and hard
and strong right on through that orgasm and working me up to another.
Wild sounds tore out of my throat, sounds I didn’t even recognize
as my own, raw and lustful. He matched me, making lower, deeper,
grunts and groans of pleasure that made me crazy.

Beyond thought, I
clawed at his ass, grabbing his buttocks, trying desperately to draw
him in even deeper. I needed more. I needed to come again.
Insatiable, I bucked against him, wild. He dipped his mouth down to
mine, growled and sucked my bottom lip with his teeth. He owned me.

Grabbing my other leg,
he draped it over his shoulder like the other one, tilting my pelvis
up to him so he could fuck me even harder. He clasped my wrists in
one hand and pushed them into the bed above my head, pinning me
there, making me feel every inch claimed, owned, his. He slammed into
me again and again, rocking into me, taking all of me, relentless,
fierce.

I could feel him
clenching, tensing, his breathing growing harsher. His shaft grew
even bigger in me, stretching me even further, almost to the point of
pain, right there where it hurt so good it made me come again. I came
on his cock, shuddering, screaming, right when he started to come
again. This time I could feel all of it, his thick hot come spurting
deep inside me.

“Jewel,” he howled,
primal, pumping his come into my core.

It drove me even
further over the edge, feeling him bare, taking in his seed, and he
thrust into me, guttural deep groans coming from his throat.

“Tuck!” I screamed,
legs up over his shoulders, wrists pinned over my head, taking in
every last drop of his come and never wanting him to stop.

Tuck

Jewel and I started
fucking all over the house like rabbits. I fucked her in the laundry
room, up against the wall like I’d fantasized about doing the other
day. We fucked in my bedroom, in her bedroom, on the floor, in the
closet, sometimes making it all the way to the bed. We fucked in my
car in the garage. We even fucked in the bathroom between our two
bedrooms, down in the Jacuzzi tub. I’d drawn us a bath and soaped
up a washcloth, then played with every inch of her, from the tips of
her toes to the small of her back to that place on her neck she loved
me to suck. We’d held back for so long, denying, blocking,
diverting. Now that we’d set ourselves free we went at it like a
fucking wildfire.

Our parents were in
town the whole time. We didn’t care, we grew reckless in our need,
consumed. I was weeks away from independence anyway, and I’d been
ready to walk for a long time now. She’d gone from good girl, all
rules and regulations, to wild, jumping me, licking me, reaching for
my cock, riding me with abandon.

Tuesday night after I’d
showered off from the gym, I was about to go find Jewel and she found
me instead. Without a word, she slipped into my room and climbed on
me like she’d been thinking about me all day, like she couldn’t
stand another second without touching me. Off went the jeans I’d
just slipped into. No briefs, I’d gone commando, so I was up and
ready, sprung into action for her. She straddled me, impaling her
soaking wet pussy on my thick tool, riding me like she couldn’t
bare not to. She rutted her hips against me, making my cock explode
in her once, then a second time, her legs wrapped around me, her
hands fisted in my hair, clawing my back, always needing more.

We didn’t talk about
this summer ending, even though we didn’t have much more time. At
the end of next week Jewel would finish up her internship and head
back to college. I didn’t ask what had gone on with Mike this
summer, even though I wondered. And we didn’t address the biggest
elephant in the room, the whole related-by-marriage bullshit. We just
fed off of each other like we’d been starving in the desert and
finally the doors were opened to a feast.

My father seemed to
spend a lot of time out of the house. Candice did, too, and when she
was home she typically set up camp poolside with a large pitcher of
drinks for one. They were wrapped in whatever unhappy shit was
happening in their lives. When they were around, Jewel and I were
like starving beasts, pawing the ground and staring at each other,
counting the seconds until we could rip and tear each other’s
clothes off and suck and lick and fuck. Good thing they weren’t
around that often.

In the kitchen
Wednesday morning, my father was sipping his coffee and reading the
Wall Street Journal
online. Jewel was fixing her berries and yogurt. At the sink, I
whispered to her, “Tonight, wear heels, no panties.”

She blushed and darted
a look at Leland, but he just sat there sipping his coffee, not
noticing a thing.

Back from the gym that
evening I found her in the pantry, looking for a box of pasta wearing
4-inch heels and a short skirt. Christ, I nearly came from the sight
of her, those long shapely legs, those high, round tits. I’d only
seen her in heels a few times before and they’d been nothing like
these fuck-me shoes. The front was a lattice of black straps, the
base was hot lipstick pink. Trashy, sexy, nasty heels.

“I didn’t know you
owned those.” I stepped into the pantry, shirtless, my athletic
shorts hanging off of my hips. She’d shown real dexterity with
getting me out of my shorts over the last couple of days. I enjoyed
her skills.

“Do you like them?”
There was that inexperienced shyness, a flush of pleasure stealing
over her pale skin. This girl drove me wild.

“Uh huh.” I stepped
closer, already visualizing all the things I could do to her while
she wore those heels. Force her legs apart, standing jacked up on
them, while I ate her out. Fling them up and over my shoulders, heels
in the air, my hands cupped under her ass as I pounded her pussy.

“I bought them
today,” she confessed. “For you.” Oh, she loved to please me.
My cock stood right at attention.

Close now, I scented
her, dipping my head down into her hair, along her throat. Whispering
huskily into her ear, I told her, “I’m going to fuck you in these
heels.”

“My mom might hear
us,” she whispered. I much preferred the protests she offered now.
She’d gone from “we can’t” to “we need to go somewhere
where I can scream my lungs out when I come.” Because I always made
her come, sometimes over and over again. Obsessive, crazed,
possessive, sure I was all those things and I put them to good use.
Reaching a hand under her jaw, I circled my fingers around her
slender throat, stroking, claiming, dipping my mouth down to lick.

“Then you’d better
keep quiet and do exactly what I say,” I warned her. She shivered
at my whispered words, her eyes closing in surrender. I issued a low
command, “Put your hands down on the counter.”

Trembling, she
complied, moving her gorgeous ass against my groin, pressing into my
hard-on as she turned around. She bent over like a good girl, placing
her palms against the marble countertop.

I stepped back to get a
better look. Slipping the waistband of my shorts down, I sprung my
cock free, thick and turgid, veins running its length. With my hand
on its hard steel, I looked at her standing there, ready for me,
assuming the position so eagerly.

“Spread your legs,
baby.” I stroked my full nine inches as she spread her thighs,
moving her feet far apart in those fuck-me heels. She shook slightly
in anticipation, need. She knew how rough I could be and she loved
it, just like I’d known she would. I’d never felt a connection
this intense. It was like we were wired directly for each other.

One hand still on my
shaft, I used the other to flip up her skirt, baring her naked,
perfect ass to me.

“You followed my
instructions. No panties.” I praised her, stroking her soft cheeks,
feeling her melt to my touch, hearing the soft crooning sounds she
started to make in response to my attentions. Dipping a finger down,
I found her sex, already hot and dripping for me. My perfect
stepsister, beneath that buttoned-down exterior, a horny sex slave in
the making. I stared to finger fuck her as I stroked my dick, moving
my hands in the same rhythm.

“Better be quiet,
now,” I warned her as she started moaning, pressing into my hand,
arching her lower back. She whimpered, straining, her long legs on
top of those bad-girl heels. Her sex quivered and trembled at my
touch, dripping wet, begging for more. I brought my cock to her and
started sliding my length along her folds, not inside but against her
slick petals, bumping up against her clit with my tip.

She hissed and clutched
at the cold marble, clawing it in need.

“Take your tits out,”
I growled. I wanted them bare, smashed against the cold marble. She
needed it, too. She complied, quickly, not even taking off her shirt,
just pulling it up and yanking her bra down, letting those big,
gorgeous tits of hers spill free.

“That’s it. Now
down like I told you.” She assumed the position again, now with her
breasts out on the cold, hard surface. She moaned and writhed,
shoving her ass and pussy at me.

“Brace yourself,” I
warned her. “I’m going to fuck you hard.” She gasped, arching
her ass up in anticipation.

“Better keep quiet,”
I reminded her again. Then I rammed into her, sinking my thick cock
all the way into her tight, hot, quivering cunt. I could feel her
almost come just from that, the initial shock and assault, how deep
my full nine inches filled her. I didn’t give her a second to
adjust. I was a ruthless brute. I needed to dominate. I grabbed onto
her hips and started to fuck, pumping my steel into her over and
over, her ass jiggling and shaking, her legs quivering in her heels.

She started mewling and
moaning, her eyes closed, losing a sense of where we were. I didn’t
even care at this point if our parents heard, but I liked making her
behave, giving her something to work on, something to do to please
me.

“You’re getting
loud, you little slut.” I spanked her ass hard and she came as I
did it, shuddering and violently bucking against me. She loved it
when I talked dirty, my sweet straight-A stepsister. I clapped my
hand firmly over her mouth while she clenched her pussy around my
cock. I couldn’t hold back, not any longer, and I pumped my hot
load deep into her, pounding and pounding into her again and again
like a firehose, with her shuddering and twisting against me.

I liked those heels.

§

The next night we were
in her bed, awake at 2 a.m. She’d already come in my mouth and on
my cock. I had more in store for her before the night was over, but
we were taking a breather, lying together in the full moonlight
coming in through her window. In the pale, ghostly light she looked
like a renaissance painting, all luscious curves and feminine swells
and softness.

With one finger I
traced a word on her skin. She had to guess what I was writing.

“Wine?” she
guessed, scrunching her face up as if trying to decipher a code.

“You’re terrible at
this, Red,” I teased, tracing the letters again across her smooth,
flat stomach. I didn’t mind if she took her time getting it right,
as long as I got to keep touching her.

“Oh, I know.” She
smiled at me. “Mine.”

“Now you’ve got
it.” I traced the letters again, wanting to mark her so everyone
could know. She belonged to me.

“My turn.” She sat
up and leaned over my back. I could feel her breasts brush against my
skin, soft and swaying. My cock twitched, already eager for more. The
feel of her fingers playing across my skin, light, teasing, I could
lie there for hours. As long as I could also fuck her senseless
afterwards.

“You’re supposed to
guess what I’m writing,” she reminded me, laughter in her voice.