Free Royal Brit Bastard: a badboy stepbrother romance by Alice May Ball Page A

myself against him like a saw, “You are a bastard. A complete and utter bastard.”

    His still hardening length thrummed hot against me. My fingernails scraped down his shirt and straight behind his belt. It was too tight. I had to open it. As I dragged on the buckle, the heat of his eager cock made me wild to get at it.

    “Legally,” I said, “You are nothing to me.” I kissed him again, harder, deeper.

    His hands drug my shirt open. As soon as his fingers touched my bare waist and stomach, I jumped onto him. Flung my thighs around him, squeezed and held him tight, and devoured him with my mouth.

    For such a long time I had pushed these feelings down, kept my wrong, bad, nasty thoughts in lock-down. Now that I could taste him, touch him feel his hands on me, feel his skin against mine, now my body wouldn’t wait for me.

    “Legally or not,” he growled, pulling me against him, “You’re everything to me.”

    My breasts wanted to be out of the bra, to flatten on his chest. Feel his lips and his breath. I kissed him harder and he slipped. I pushed him down to the deck. You’re mine now! His hands gripped in my hair, pulled my mouth to his.

    I shook my shoulders to be rid of the shirt and pulled at the clasp between the cups of the bra. He looked up at me from the deck. His eyes widened and his mouth opened as my big tits bounced free.  

    I straddled his stomach and gave him my breasts, one by one. Electric sparks crackled through me as he hungrily sucked on my nipples. My stomach vibrated inside as he pulled them with his strong lips.

    He licked and sucked all over my breasts, lapped them underneath and shook them. My breath rasped as I smothered his face with them. I held his hair against the deck as I nibbled all the way down his stomach. I jumped and thrilled as his abs trembled in response.

    My hand kept a grip in his hair and I reached the other hand to his buckle. His head lifted. I yanked it back down. I liked this game. A part of me didn’t even think about whether he liked it. I wanted this.

    His buckle fell open and I unbuttoned his fly. When I had the front of his pants open wide, I stopped and panted at the sight of the soft white cotton with a hot mass of hard flesh that pressed up from behind.

    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