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

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!”

    “ ROGER! ”

    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.

    “ Roger, YES! ” I shouted, “Fuck me, Roger. 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