Free PERSONAL: A Stepbrother Sports Romance by Stephanie Brother Page A

exploded from the rising tingles that tickled the very depths of my insides.
    He quickly flipped me over on my stomach like I was only five pounds. Gosh, he was strong. I got up on all fours and bit my lip as his fingers slid between my legs and played with my juices before he entered me.
    At first stroke, a long, sexy moan escaped my mouth. I could feel my cheeks flush with heat. I loved the way he felt entering me, and my body opened up to swallow every inch of him.
    He teased me with his grand entrance before he pulling me back into him. Everything was happening so quickly yet felt so slow. I couldn’t help but to cry out from the pleasure and intensity of it all. But then I muffled my cry, embarrassed, suddenly aware of my surroundings and feeling paranoid of the city hearing me.
    He pulled me into me deeply again. Our flesh smacked each other as his finger magically circled around my glistening clit. I was going crazy! My walls clenched as I exploded with passion. I bit back the urge to scream at the top of my lungs. My inner walls quivered and gripped over his thickness while my lower back arched and my ass pressed harder against him, taking him deeper and deeper.
    “I can tell you like this position,” he whispered, grunting as he thrusted.
    He continued fucking me harder, deeper, rhythmically against the silent buzz of the night air, littered with the occasional screeching brakes of a vehicle down below – and all the while hitting my magical G-spot.
    How did he know how to hit it every time in every position?
    “Can you?” I asked, my voice full of hazy lust.
    “I know you want to scream your little heart out. Your pussy’s on fire. I can feel it. Fuck, baby, your body is heaven. I’m not gonna last. I’m fucking Cat Johnson, hottest model alive. I want to see all of you at once. Let me see your beautiful face.”
    He spun me around so I was on top of him. Our eyes locked and I felt like we were transported to another place and galaxy.
    Every ounce of care I had that others would be able to see us went out the window. I was feeling everything more intensely than before with every inch and millimeter of him deep inside my walls. His hands held me as he thrust me deep over his shaft. He was penetrating me and going oh so deep as my soaked clit glided along his lower abs. I experienced more of those delicious, electrifying orgasms.
    Never in my life had I ever experienced anything quite like this. My body surrendered a never-ending string of orgasms. It was literally orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. The pleasure would explode, and then just when I was about to come down from the high, he’d suddenly keep me climbing higher, and higher, and higher. It was so surreal. I knew it was partially from the joint, but there was also something definitely happening between us. There was more to this experience than orgasms and hot sex.
    We started deeply into each other’s eyes.
    “I’m not letting you go this easy. I’m not.” His hands were tight around my hips as he thrust me deeper. I cried out as my hands flew to his chest. Having him so deep and hard inside me was a delicious treat. My hands traveled down his strong muscles, admiring the way they felt like stone. And then that face.
    God, that face.
    As if on the same wavelength as I, his hands cupped my face. We kissed each other like our lives depended on it, like we needed each other to breathe. Like we needed this moment to happen, otherwise we would die. My nipples were so hard they sent jolts of pleasure as they rubbed against his chest; electricity surged throughout my body. I was climbing to the pinnacle of ecstasy – climbing, climbing, climbing, floating, exploding, tormented in pleasure!
    In an instant, his strong hands were by my side, once more lifting me up with his strong arms. He slid his hips edge of the couch and wrapped me around him once more. I was now prisoner to his care. I could feel everything in this position; it allowed me to open