Текст книги "Bastard: A stepbrother Romance"

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And then it happens. I don’t know who gave in to the desire first, but the moment our lips lock, we’re engaged in a furious battle of needs, which isn’t going to end before we’ve both come undone.

Chapter 22

Emily

Heated kisses awaken my senses, numbing the thoughts of pushing him away. Some part of my mind knows this shouldn’t be happening, but damn, he is so hard to fight. Especially when he says those words … god, those words. They’re like the heroine to my junkie soul.

I can’t say that I didn’t want it. Despite what I wanted and made him believe, my body very much yearns for him as much as he yearns for me. My brain is telling me this is wrong, but the urge to kiss him is too strong. Especially when he starts groaning into my mouth.

The guttural sounds he makes are so hot, and the way he touches me, rough, not at all gentle, gets me wet in no time. I admit that I’m not good at denying a man when he has strong needs, especially when that man’s name is Chris. I’ve known him for so long. His little growls remind me of what he can do to my body; they remind me of the night when we were young and inexperienced. We both know he plays me like a violin, and god only knows how good he plays me now that we’re both mature. But his wild streak never disappeared, and Jesus, am I glad it didn’t.

His fingers are delicate and demanding at the same time, grasping my waist, lifting me onto the table. He wastes no time in getting me ready for a good fuck, and I am so ready for it.

His kisses are erratic, laced with bitter alcohol and a hint of sweet coconut. He plants them all over my neck; he nibbles my earlobe and licks my lips until they part and allow him entry. He’s not playing around, straight-out tongue fucking my mouth. My pussy is getting as wet as my mouth, wanting every inch of him.

His hands are all over my body, clutching onto every inch of skin I have as if it’s the last time he’ll ever feel me. He grips my breast, making me moan into his mouth, and squeezes it.

“You like this, babe?” he says with a husky voice that creates goosebumps all over my body.

“Oh, fuck …” I moan when he tugs on my nipple.

He rolls it between his fingers, twisting slightly, and sucks up my gasps as if they’re his lifeline. He quickly rips open my shirt, buttons flying off, his hand disappearing underneath. I suck in a breath when he undoes the clasp of my bra with just two fingers, jerking it down my shoulders as if he’s in a rush. The moment my breasts spring free, I feel the need to cover up, as if I have something to hide.

He leans back, his lips red from kissing me, and dear fucking god, they look suckable.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he rasps, making me blush. “Don’t hide from me, Em. I wanna feel your skin. See you without anything between us.” With his index finger, he tips up my chin. “I want all of you.” He leans in and presses a deep, toe-curling kiss on my lips. “Give me all of you, Em. Everything.”

Oh god, why’d he have to say such a thing? I don’t know how to respond.

“I—”

He places a finger on my lips. “Don’t say a word. I’ll show you how good it can be.”

He plants another kiss on my lips, eliciting my lips to move up with him as we separate. Damn, why do I want this so much? I’m addicted to his taste, his touch.

I let him sweep me off my feet, I admit. I have no defense anymore, all my barriers are down, and I live at the moment, clinging to his lips like it’s my source of energy. This isn’t me. I don’t let guys get close so quickly, but this is Chris, and he’s gotten me deep … deep in trouble.

My hardened nipples rub against his shirt as he lowers me onto the table, kissing his way down my chest. My breath hitches in my throat as he licks my nipple, circling around the crown, teasing the peak. His delicious kisses burn me to my core, and when his fingers travel down my body to my panties, they’re completely soaked.

“Like this?” he groans, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

My body arches to meet him, desperate for more. I dare not say the words that come to mind; fuck, yes. I feel ashamed to admit it, but I’m letting myself fall for his seduction. Hard.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to give you everything you need.” He pops the button of my jeans, rips down my zipper, and takes it all off as if it comes easily to him. His mouth has my mind spinning, distracting me, but not enough for me not to notice his hand disappearing into my panties. When his fingers slide over my pussy, I gasp, my clit thumping with need.

“Did you ever fantasize about this, Em? Did you ever think about me taking you hard and fast on this table right here?”

I whimper as he rubs my clit, his fingers sliding down my wetness, coating me entirely.

He chuckles. “No need to answer … I already know.”

“What?” I mumble, lost in delirium.

“Your pussy is begging me to make it come,” he murmurs, and then he gently tugs my nipple with his teeth, causing me to moan out loud. “But maybe your pussy hasn’t deserved it after making me so jealous I almost punched a guy,” he growls, and then he rips down my panties in one go.

His smile is deviously sexy as I look down at him, and I’m still trying to decide whether to jab him in the face or let him fuck me until I’m drunk on love.

He grins, licking his upper lip agonizingly slow as if to show me how much he has my body under his control. “But I also know you and I want this too much.”

“You can get jealous all you want, but this pussy only belongs to one person and that’s me,” I retort.

“Oh … we’ll see about that.” His gruff voice drags, heating me up from the inside out.

Suddenly, his hands grip my waist and he lowers himself off the table, between my legs. My eyes widen as his nose dips close, sniffing my scent. After a second, he growls, “Mine.”

And then he dives in, burying his head between my legs.

Sweet Jesus, Chris King is licking my pussy as no man ever has before.

He sucks my clit, taking it into his mouth like a sweet candy, making me squirm. His lavish licks have me scratching the table, looking for something to hold onto, as he kisses me hard and deep. When he buries his tongue inside me, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“So ready for me,” he murmurs. “So fucking wet.”

A moan escapes my mouth as he keeps licking and sucking, almost as if he’s enjoying my juices. I can’t recall the last time I was this wet for a guy, but this is no ordinary guy. He’s a fucking sex god; the way he circles my clit with his tongue is as if he knows exactly where to go to make me come.

His hand grips my waist tighter, fingers digging into my skin, while his other hand drifts to my belly to press me down on the table, keeping me in place as he claims my pussy. And claimed me he has, my body completely overthrown by his command. It’s only a matter of time before my heart follows as well.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven, Em. You taste so good; I can’t stop,” he groans, diving straight back in again.

He’s not even taking the time to breathe, and neither am I, sucking my breaths as I can because my body is about to explode in pure ecstasy. It feels wrong, and I’m trying to stop myself from coming undone, but my body isn’t listening to me.

“Don’t hold back, Em,” he murmurs, tugging my clit gently with his teeth. “Don’t resist.”

“I can’t …” I mutter under a heavy breath.

“You know I won’t stop until you give it to me,” he growls. “No matter how much you beg me to, I won’t stop worshipping you.”

“Oh god …”

He grins, gazing up at me from under his eyelashes. “You know who this pussy belongs to … who it’s always belonged to.” He licks me again, and my whole body shudders. “It’s time we both admit that you and I belong together. Naked. Fucking until the sun goes down.”

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter as he laps up my wetness.

“I’ll fuck you all right, but not until you come,” he murmurs, making my clit thump. “Come all over my face, babe.”

Holy shit. His filthy words are too much.

“Don’t hold back; give it to me!” he growls, moving his hands to my ass, pulling me even closer to his face. My fingers wrap around his hair, tightening as my climax closes in.

“Yes, fuck my face,” he says, licking me senseless. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you tremble from my tongue.”

“I’m coming,” I moan, biting my lip.

“Yes, fuck yes, do it.” His fingers clamping around my ass send a sliver of sizzling pain down my thighs, causing me to explode. His roughness makes me buck, desperate to get closer to his mouth, his tongue, his face. I want to rub myself all over him and then some. God, I’ve really lost it, but fuck, it’s so good. The waves come and come, like a never-ending storm of delicious satisfaction, and he continues until I’m sated and completely drained.

Only then does he come up, a smug smile capturing my attention, a stark reminder of the position I’ve put myself in. I’m his PR lady, his stepsister, and he just tongued me to orgasm.

Fuck.

There’s a devilish smirk on his face as he leans up to look at my flustered face. “I told you that you’d be fucking mine.”

And then, with a squeal, I’m dragged off the table.

Chapter 23

Chris

God-fucking-dammit, I’ve been waiting so long for this day. It’s fucking on now. The beast inside me is unleashed, and I can’t control it any longer. I’m gonna bury my cock in her fucking pussy right fucking now.

As her feet land on the floor and I twist her nipple, she squeals again. God, I love those sounds she makes, as if she’s scared and excited at the same time. It gets me going like nothing else. I don’t know why, but I guess it’s because it’s her. Emily’s voice always provokes me to do real bad things to her … in a good way.

“Oh, babe, you know how I love to hear those sounds …” I say, unbuttoning and zipping down my own pants. “Especially when they come from you.”

And then my own pants and boxer shorts drop to the floor as well.

For a moment, her eyes try to stick to my face, but she can’t stop them from drifting down to my hard cock, ogling me like a horny fucker. The way her eyes shoot up as if she’s seen something precious, something secret, like a fucking treasure, causes my cock to bounce up and down. Fucking sexy, those eyes and how she wets her lips as if she can’t wait to give it a lick. Maybe I’ll let her soon, but first I need to bury myself deep inside her. She needs to know she belongs to me.

“C’mon,” I grumble, picking her up in my arms again.

She squeals again, probably unsure of what she’s got herself into, which only makes it all the more fun. She probably wasn’t expecting it to be this good. I’ve changed the past few years she hasn’t been with me, and for the good, if you ask me—particularly the way I fuck girls. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever licked a girl that way before. Uncontrollable. Thirsty. Goddamn hungry for pussy.

I admit it, I’m whipped, but damn, she’s the only one who can do this to me.

Only her.

Goddammit, I want her so fucking bad. I’m not gonna resist the urge anymore.

I’ma fuck her so hard, the walls will tremble.

I’ma fuck her until her pussy knows it's owned by me.

And dammit, I will have her begging me for more.

Grabbing her fine ass, I carry her toward the lockers, slamming her against one as I kiss her hard. I suck on her lip, feeling her eager tongue dip out to have a taste of what I can give her. And I’ll give it to her all right.

I kiss and lick every spot on her body; she’s quivering in my arms as I hold her up against the cold metal. Her tits rub against my chest as she desperately clutches my hair, tugging me closer with her sharp nails. Fuck, it’s so hot, the way she’s practically begging me to take her.

She doesn’t need to say the words … yet.

I can see it in her lusty eyes, her parted lips, and feel it from her body clinging to mine.

She wants me.

And I’m gonna give it to her right now.

I set her down on the floor for just a few seconds. With a few swift clicks of my lock, I’ve opened the locker behind her and take out one of my spare condoms. Biting her lip, she looks down at my hard-on as I rip open the packet with my teeth and roll it down. My fingers tighten around my base, veins pulsing. I’m fucking horny, and my cock almost has a mind of its own as it bounces up and down in anticipation of feeling her tight, wet pussy around it. These blue balls have been holding up a bucket full of cum ready to burst out.

“C’mere,” I growl, lifting her up from the floor again.

Before she says something neither of us want to hear, I smash my lips on hers again and tongue-fuck her until she’s moaning into my mouth. I won’t accept any of her stupid excuses of why not to do this anymore. I don’t give a shit if it’s wrong or if she hates me for it. I’m sinking my dick into her until she comes screaming my name, so help me god.

“Fuck, I want you so badly, Em,” I murmur into her ear as I push her against the locker.

She licks her lips, which makes me lick them, too. “I told you not to do that … unless, of course, you want me to lick you.” My tongue dips out for another swipe as our hot breaths are mingling, sweat dripping from our bodies in anticipation of what’s to come. “Anywhere. Everywhere. All day and night, babe.”

“Just shut up and fuck me,” she mumbles.

I don’t think she even hears what she’s saying, but fuck it, I’m gonna take her up on the offer regardless. “Your wish is my command.”

And then I lower her onto my cock, driving into her with full force. Her jaw drops and she gasps, but I cover her mouth with mine, absorbing her loud moan. Her soft pussy wraps around my dick like soft silk, and fuck me, does it feel good. So good, I almost blow my load right there and then.

“Fuck me …” I groan.

She moans and I take it as a sign to thrust deeper. Her eyes are closed, but her red cheeks and damp face tell me that her blood is racing with desire. That face is perfection. So easy to read yet complex at the same time. So beautiful. My desire to come all over her is overpowering me.

Maybe I’m a bad motherfucker for having those filthy thoughts, but some animalistic part of me still feels the urge to mark her as my own. Literally. And it would make for the perfect image to lodge into my mind for the times when I’ll have to make do with a hand job. I’m sure I’ll be doing that plenty of times after she’s realized she’s fucking me right now. She’ll probably be mad as hell, but I don’t regret this at all, and I never will. I’m all in, whether she likes it or not.

Her grip on my shoulders tightens as I fuck her hard, slamming my cock into her over and over again. I can’t stop. I’m wasted on her, and it’s still not enough. Rough breaths interchange with needy moans until we lock in a furious battle of needs, grasping at each other for more. Her fingers tangle through my hair, and mine deepen their grip on her ass. I bang her against the locker so hard the noise will probably alert a few people. But I don’t give a damn, not even if they come in and see us bare-ass naked. Hell, I’d walk this Earth without clothes for the rest of my life if it meant I could bring her home every night.

She’s everything I want and more. Her body so soft, her eyes beautiful and radiant, her lips heavenly, her mind … untouchable. Her heart belongs to me. One way or another, I’m gonna make it happen.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Em, but you make me want to do things to you no man ever should.”

“I want it all,” she moans, her eyes still closed, her mind still far away from me.

Her body wants me, but her mind is still trying to ignore the fact she wants me.

I’ll get through to her, somehow, and then it’ll be even better than heaven itself.

But first, we’re ripe for sin.

“Oh god …” she moans as I bury my cock deep within her pussy.

“Yes, babe, come all over me,” I growl.

“Fuck!” she yells.

I grin, watching her come apart around my dick. It’s amazing. “Say my name, Em. Say it. Tell me to fuck you harder.”

“Fuck me harder, Chris,” she mutters.

God, I love it how she listens to me, as if she’s completely tuned into my needs. I’m a stubborn, needy motherfucker, who loves to get rough and demanding, but I know she can take it all.

“That’s it, babe, take it all,” I say, biting her lip softly.

“I’m coming,” she huffs.

Fuck yes, this is what I’ve been waiting for … her coming on my shaft, coating me with her wetness as she milks me like no other. And oh, fuck me, it feels so good. I can feel every muscle inside her tighten and release. And her face … I never knew she could look this beautiful when she comes right over my face. God, this is so hot that it’s becoming impossible for me to contain myself.

“Fuck, yeah …” I mutter, barely able to control myself.

With her legs locked behind my back, I pull away from the locker and carry her to the couch just to the side, dropping her onto the cushions. I crawl on top of her like the hungry lion I am, licking her body from bottom to top. I can’t get enough of her sweet and salty taste, the intoxicating mix an aphrodisiac on my tongue. Her body is sprawled underneath me, and I part her legs further by nudging her inner thighs, lowering myself on top of her.

“I could do this all day, Em. You just need to say the word,” I growl. “I’ll suck your clit to wake you up in the morning, slide my tongue into your mouth during work, and when you’re ready to go to bed, I’ll thrust my cock into your needy pussy until you’re so satisfied you can’t even walk straight.”

“Oh …” She flushes, which makes me think her mind, deep down, might be just as dirty as mine is.

Grinning, I kiss her neck, sucking so hard it leaves a red mark. “Mine,” I say, biting my lip.

She puffs and moans, her body language a mix between greed and repulsion, but my kisses have her completely under my spell. She might think I’m a filthy bastard, but I’m her filthy bastard. And this filthy bastard is about to claim what belongs to him.

Gripping her ass, I lift her up until the tip of my cock brushes her sensitive pussy lips, which makes her tighten her muscles.

“Ah-ah, Em. Open up for me,” I murmur against her neck, nibbling her earlobe softly.

The moment I slide in, she sucks in a breath through her teeth, causing her to hiss slightly as I push in further. I press my lips to hers as I hit balls deep, my cock pulsing with need. God, it feels so fucking good to finally be inside her. To become one with her again. I’ve dreamed of this day for so long that I don’t even feel like I’m awake. And I guess it’s the same for her, judging by the delirious look on her face.

She grasps the cushion behind her as I thrust in and out of her slowly, building up the speed each time. Biting her lip makes me want to go even faster. She’s such a tease; she always knows how to turn me on, even if she doesn’t mean for it to happen. That’s just the way she is. She gets me riled up as no other girl ever can.

Which is why I need to fuck her like there’s no tomorrow.

And I do. I ram my cock into her eager pussy, holding her ass tight, while my mouth finds her hardened nipples. I suck and lick them until she arches her back, putting tension on my shaft that’s so fucking good; I feel my balls squeezing together.

“Fuck me, I wanna fill you up, Em,” I growl. “Tell me you want my cum.”

“Oh, yes, Chris,” she moans out loud. “Give it to me.”

“You want my cum that badly?” I say, thrusting in hard and fast. “You’re just as filthy as I am, Em. And I fucking love it. Scream my name, Em. Let me hear how much you want it.”

After a few thrusts, her body pushes against mine, her nipples stroking my chest, her pussy throbbing around my dick. And then it happens.

“Chris!” she screams, and then she comes again.

I can feel every ounce of her body tighten around me, but just her voice alone makes my cock explode.

A bellowing sound rolls from my tongue as my balls squeeze together and cum surges through my shaft, shooting out with equal velocity as I fuck her raw. Three, four pushes, it’s still not enough to stop the cum from gushing out. My body is quaking, as is hers, and it feels so good. Finally. No more blue balls.

“Fuck me …” I mutter as my still half-hard cock slides out of her. “That was good.”

I plant one last kiss on her lips before lifting myself up from her and taking off my condom, which contains a mother lode. I swear to god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this full.

It makes me laugh, which in turn makes her draw her brows together.

“What’s so funny?”

“This.” I point at the latex while tying a knot.

“Your cum?”

“The quantity,” I say.

I look around and find the nearest trashcan at the door, so I fling the condom across the room.

Except, it doesn’t land in the trash because I’m too drunk to throw a perfect score.

Instead, the door opens. It’s my brother, Adrian … and the condom lands right on his chest.

Oh, shit.