Free Stepbrother Bad Boy's Baby Boxed Set by Lauren Landish Page B

panty covered wetness.

    R ubbing in small circles , I let my first three fingers play over the cotton of my panties. Yes, I'm a good girl and I wear cotton panties most of the time, okay? The cotton clung to my lips as the moisture soaked in, and I could feel delicious amounts of friction with every rotation of my fingers. I was getting close to climaxing, and I hadn't even penetrated myself yet. Pulling my hand back, I took another hopefully quiet breath before pushing my panties down to my ankles.

    L etting my knees splay apart , in my mind I could see Julian between my legs, smiling at me with a look that was a lot like his cocky grin he'd shown me so many times before, but this time different. The asshole was gone, and the cockiness was just a simple mix of eagerness, affection, and confidence that he could make me feel like heaven itself was coming through for me. His fingers slipped easily into my wet folds, stroking up and down while I writhed on the bed. When two fingers plunged into my tight pussy itself, my eyes shot open, staring unseen at the white ceiling above my bed. The fingers worked in and out, slowly pumping and building inside me, curling a bit to rub against my g-spot as they did. No man had ever touched me so well, and tears trickled from the corners of my eyes as I mouthed Julian's name over and over into the darkness. When another hand came up to stroke my clit, I almost screamed, holding back the sound only through sheer force of will and the fact most of my breath had been driven out of me.

    M y pussy was pleasured like this, with two fingers inside me while another one stroked my clit, until I could feel the wetness pooling on the sheets underneath my rising and falling hips. I couldn't take much more, and I squeezed my eyes shut, begging my fantasy Julian to release me from the torture I was in. He grinned and leaned forward, his long, perfectly pink tongue coming out to lick my clit one final time, and I exploded. My head slammed over and over into my pillow as my body quaked through a long denied and much needed climax, the sensations so strong and so hard that I could almost hear and feel Julian's body pressed against mine as he held me, whispering in my ear that he would be the one for me.

    M y fantasy evaporated as my orgasm faded away, and I was left with a satiated body but a burning need in my heart. I swallowed a soft sob as I put a new set panties on and dropped off to sleep, whispering Julian's name into my pillow as I felt the darkness overtake me.

    Julian
    I could hear Krystal tossing and turning on the bed after I left for my room, ashamed. It wasn't that I didn't want her. At that moment, I wanted her more than life itself. If God above himself opened up the heavens and told me I could have the world, or I could have Krystal, I know what my choice would be.

    B ut as I was there on the couch with her, so close, I could hear the little devil inside me, the asshole who wanted to destroy Krystal just to get back at Johnathan Castelbon, giggle in glee. It froze me, and my desire and need turned into a horrified revulsion. It wasn't Krystal I was repulsed by, it was that I was disgusted by myself.

    I saw in my mind all the women I'd just fucked and tossed away, starting with my math tutor when I was in high school, all the way to Cindy/Candy/ah hell I never did get her name in LA. I saw all the dumb ass times I'd gotten drunk, started fights, and basically was a worthless piece of shit with a large bank account.

    A s those images flashed in my mind, I thought about what I'd seen of Krystal in just the short time I'd known her. I saw a woman who was not only beautiful, but intelligent, classy, and knew who she was and where she was going. She was going places, places someone like me could never take her, and to ruin that would be a crime greater than anything John Castelbon ever did to my mother.

    I heard a soft shift in the sounds of Krystal tossing in bed, and the squeak of her