Free Dirty Country Love: A Step-Brother Romance Novella by Candy Quinn

stretching her narrow
little canal around him, making her pussy into a tight sleeve for his
cock.
    Damien moaned, a deep, gravelly sound as he sank into her. She was
so tight it made even that giant of a man waver, though her plea for
him to stop made him relent. The brute paused as she panted and
writhed.
    “Too much! You’re too big!” she whimpered, but
both of their gazes were ultimately drawn to the sight of her pussy
stretched around his shaft, that thick girth still not entirely
inside of her.
    He gave her a breather, a moment to calm herself, to slowly simmer
down that heaving bosom of hers as his own dick pulsated with desire.
Each new throb stretching her cunt just a little bit more, making her
squirm and squeal.
    Damien’s two big, rough hands moved up from her thighs,
around her waist, keeping her pinned in place as he resumed again,
intent upon burying the last of his length into her molten hot pussy.
    She cried out and writhed, but he kept her in place until finally…
at last, the two of them were joined together wholly. Damien’s
cock lodged deep inside her, it’s pulsating length encased so
snugly in the walls of her pussy, their loins pressed together tight.
    Britney panted, and then Damien bent down and drowned her noises
with a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss, in which his tongue lashed at
hers and swirled about her mouth momentarily, her taste still rich on
his tongue. He ran his hands up her sides to her breasts, and held
her beneath him as their lay entwined.
    They stayed like that for so long, as Damien let her grow
accustomed to the new feeling of being full. Being so excruciatingly
and blissfully full. He felt her up, kneaded her flesh and tasted her
lips. The two of them slowly beginning to grow used to being one.
    In time Britney began to rock against him, the pain subsided as
her desires flowed. She yearned to feel him move against her once
more, no longer just resting atop and against her.
    Damien was only too happy to oblige.
    That thick shaft slowly pulled back, tugging upon her labia as it
went, making Britney moan. That slick little pussy clinging to him
before he pushed back inside, filling her once more. It was the slow
beginning to a building thrust, each new push of his cock a little
harder, coming on a little faster.
    Damien kissed her upon the mouth, their lips smacking between
sounds of her moans and his lewd, low grunts. All the while the couch
creaked beneath them, his great weight putting strain upon the old
sofa.
    “Oh Damien,” she moaned, her nails lightly scraping
along his bulging biceps, up to his shoulders. Her words were all but
lost amid the sounds of their lovemaking though, the rising slap of
his balls against her round ass cheeks adding to the cacophony.
    Those powerful hands of his guided her legs up over his hips and
around his waist as he continued to pummel into her. Their bodies so
perfectly entwined like that, she was able to help keep him in check
— if only the slightest bit — as his raging passions
threatened to overtake him and spur him on to pound her into
oblivion.
    Britney was fast losing all grasp on reality though, her vision
fogged over as her eyes rolled back into her head, her throat hoarse
with the incessant moans and squeals. She was being pummeled into
blissful climax, and it was like her conscious self became separated
from her physical being, but at the same time utterly chained to its
primal pleasures and sensations.
    Damien’s body rippled and bulged as his muscles propelled
him into her again and again, the wet slap of their bodies filling
the room. Britney’s spine arched in a feline sort of manner,
her body contorted as the fiery sensations spider webbed from her
loins out through her body and all her limbs, until her whole body
was electric with sensations.
    She cried out, her words unintelligible but for his name, as her
very first climax hit her with such intensity. She jolted and writhed
as a gush of warm honey coated his cock