Free Forbidden: Ultimate Stepbrother Collection by Anna Hard

touched, and massaged. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking, his thumb teased and played with the throbbing nub. The room seemed to spin as he pushed his tongue deeper inside of me. His free hand grasped my hip, holding me tight and steady against the delicious invasion. As he teased my clit and found every intimate sweet spot he could with his tongue, my body writhed against it all. I wanted more. I could barely keep myself upright but I wanted him to devour me and touch me all night long.
    “Oh fuck, Luke, fuck yeah,” I mewled.
    I was close to the edge, ready for the explosion that would soon consume me. He slid his hand down from my hip, but I kept my ass out not wanting to lose any of the attention my pussy was getting. Moisture dripped down my inner thigh and my mind was in a fog, filled with visions of his massive cock finishing this off. My pussy clenching around his impossibly thick erection was almost too much to think about without going right over the edge. I jutted my ass out in invitation, now wanting to give him more exposure to my pussy.
    My legs wobbled from fatigue. “Luke, I can barely keep myself up. But don’t stop,” I begged. “Don’t fucking stop.”
    His free hand smoothed over my ass and his finger pushed into my anus. I clenched against the invasion at first but he persisted. Seconds later I was jutting my ass out farther taking in his finger while his tongue worked it’s magic on my pussy. That final impaling, that final erotic intrusion. “God, Luke, oh fuck.” My pussy tightened, then shattered into a million glorious pieces as I came. The waves of ecstasy lasted so long my hands stuttered down the smooth wall. I was nearly on my hands and knees by the time he pulled his face from between my legs.
    I was lightheaded and trembling as he swept me up into his strong arms. He carried me to the bed and placed me down in the center of the mattress. The blush on my skin hadn’t faded and the cool air of the room brushed over me as I laid back on my pillows.
    I watched with some amusement as he struggled with his boots.
    “You could leave them on,” I said with a smile.
    He dropped the second boot to the floor with a triumphant flourish. He pushed down his pants and boxer briefs. “Can’t get the jeans off over boots.” He glanced pointedly at his erection. “Unless you want me to button them back up.”
    “Hell no,” I said a little too abruptly. “Besides,” I said as I sat up and reached for his enormous cock. My fingers curled around him and he groaned in appreciation. “I’d like to see you try and get this back into those jeans.”
    My hand stayed wrapped around him while he maneuvered his feet out of the pants.
    Just as he’d wanted to touch me earlier in the day, I now had an intense need to touch him.
    “It seems to me the score is two to zero.” My thumb rubbed the moist tip, spreading the slippery liquid around the entire head of his massive erection. His fingers tangled in my mass of curls as I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his cock.
    For just a brief moment, I allowed myself the pleasure of exploring him. Low guttural sounds rolled up from his chest as my hand cupped around his heavy sac. I parted my lips and took as much as I could into my mouth. He was thick and hard and impossibly long. I held the shaft with my free hand and my mouth teased the tip.
    “No,” he grunted almost angrily. And with a slight tug on my hair he pulled my mouth from him. At first I was embarrassed and hurt. I wondered if his mood had darkened again. Maybe he was rethinking this whole damn thing.
    He seemed to have sensed my anguish. His fingers went beneath my chin and he lifted my face. His thumb ran across my bottom lip. “Your mouth is too fucking hot. It’ll be over before we even start. And I’m not through with you yet, Slick. I won’t be through until you are screaming out my name.” He peered down at me through heavy lids and long, black lashes. He grabbed