He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) Page 9

  Fuck. My cock hardened even more if that was possible. I swear I felt the metal teeth of my zipper biting into my skin. She was goddamn beautiful. The skin of her breasts was as I imagined—milky white with those blue veins that made a man want to trace them with the tip of his tongue. Her nipples were swollen and rigid and as thick as the tip of my thumb. Double damn.

  I settled into the side of her body, eager to enjoy the bounty before me. I plucked one of those delightful nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I pulled it straight out from her body and her back arched into me. Next, I pulled it up, then down. It was like I had a string attached. Her body followed me everywhere, seeking the pleasure.

  “Do you like that, Abby?”

  As soon as I’d touched her breasts, her hands had grasped my shoulders and now her sharp little nails bit into the skin along my traps. I wanted to push her to the point that she marked me in her passion. Pinching, I flattened the nipple between my fingers, then twisted it. “How about that, Abby, baby? You like a little pain?”

  I bent my head and took the mouth that was open so wide and inviting. Her bottom lip was red and tender from her worrying it in her nervousness. I thrust my tongue inside the moist heaven and took her mouth the same way I was going to take her pussy. Slow and hard. I was going to make her beg. I covered her breast with my hand. My palm felt burnt from the heat. I pinched and twisted, kneaded and squeezed, dividing my time between the tender tip and the burgeoning flesh. Both seemed to cry out for my touch.

  I wished I could somehow levitate myself above her so I could work both of her tits at once. When our breaths grew labored, I broke away, trailing my lips along her jaw and down her throat. I made my presence known with long, leisurely licks followed by sharp bites as I marked her flesh. I sucked on her collarbone, delaying the moment we both wanted.

  My mouth on her, sucking her nipple deep inside my mouth.

  You thought I was going to say something else, didn’t you? I was saving that treat for later.

  I licked around the areolae teasing again. Her fingers thrust into my hair and she pressed me close, burying my nose in the deep valley made by her breasts. I pulled away, loving the tug of pain as I fought her hold.

  “What do you want, Abby? Tell me.”

  At her groan, I thrust my hips against her pussy. “If you don’t tell me, you don’t get it.”

  “Your mouth.”

  “Where do you want my mouth?”

  “On me. Take me in your mouth, Cage. I need it.” Her voice was a high-pitched balm to my soul. She wanted me. I knew she had. I knew she would. That’s what I do. I seduce the innocent. And no one was more innocent than my stepsister, Abby.

  I put the tip of my tongue to her nipple, barely licking the red, round nub. A few strokes and it was hard as stone. It was also enough to have her arching into my touch again. I smiled before I took the entire center of her breast in my mouth, or as much as I could. Her tit was damn big. I loved it. I could stay here forever, sucking and biting and licking.

  “I want you,” I whispered. The warm air against her breast made her shiver. I followed with another forced breath, then a soft kiss to the puckered tip.

  As the tension built, I felt my body moving without any direction from me. My cock had a mind of its own and it wanted a piece of this girl’s pussy. Not that I could blame it. Her wetness had bled through her panties and into the denim of my jeans. She was soaked. I took her nipple between my teeth and bit down softly. That arched her back off the bed. I continued to gnaw at her, wanting to make her come like I had before.

  I needed her open and wet to take me. My cock was pretty damn big. I’d had other women, women who knew the score, almost refuse to take me. I basically ruined a woman for another man—at least for a little while. A shudder ran through me at the thought of Abby’s untouched pussy closing around me. The thought of being the first to slide inside that tight cunt had my balls drawing up and my body shaking with lust.

  “Are you going to let me have you, baby? Am I going to get to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours?” I pulled back to see her face and my blood heated to a boil. Her face was flushed, her eyes slumberous. She didn’t answer as quickly as I wanted her to so I bent my head and bit down on her nipple again.

  She gasped and pulled my hair, trying to make me release her flesh. I bit down harder. Oh, I wasn’t hurting her. She and I both knew that.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she finally screamed.

  I let go of her and pulled back. Her breasts had cast a spell over me. Their fullness, their taste. But her body held a bounty of pleasures waiting for me to discover. And that’s what I did. I loved her with my mouth, my hands, my fingers.

  ABBY

  I found myself in my bedroom, naked except for a pair of panties and thigh high hose, my stepbrother ravishing my body. For a moment, common sense raised its head. The feelings were quickly banished by the sharp pinch of pain radiating from my nipples.

  My body quaked as his words created an erotic image that both aroused and terrified me. Terrified me in a good way. It was the same sensation one had at the top of the rollercoaster before it plunged downward, seemingly out of control.

  For once in my life, I wanted to be out of control.

  He was touching me everywhere. My mouth, my breasts, my hips. The insides of my thighs felt hot, and I could feel my pussy flooding with dampness. Again. I knew this was wrong. Not because he was my stepbrother. There were so many other reasons why this was not a good idea. As his mouth closed over my breast, my nipple burning and throbbing, I didn’t want to think about those reasons. I didn’t want to think about anything. I just wanted to feel. I wanted to do all the things I’d read about. With him.

  With my bad boy stepbrother.

  The wickedness of that thought made me shiver with want.

  The show of strength when he’d ripped away my skirt had my womb aching. Now he was grinning as he pulled my panties down and off my legs and gripped my ankles. He left my hose on.

  “I want to see that cunt.”

  My breathing accelerated. He was going to touch me there. He was going to touch my cunt. Why did that word, which usually offended me, sound so damn sexy when he said it? Maybe because it was my cunt he was talking about and the fact that he wanted to fuck it?

  Yeah. That was it.

  His words made my blush return. A deep body blush and I didn’t know why. He had already seen all the extra curves and bumps of my body. Taking away a piece of satin and silk hadn’t exposed me anymore.

  I still wanted to clamp an arm across my breasts and shield my pussy with my hand. He must have known how close I was to saying no and running away.

  “Sssh, baby. Everything’s okay.” He smiled at me and I didn’t know if he realized what a tender, loving smile he was giving me. I still tensed as his hand moved, expecting him to part my legs and touch me.

  “Look at me.” He held both my ankles in one of his huge hands, holding my legs together. He twisted them to the side, giving him room to brush the backs of his fingers across my breasts. The tips were still hard and swollen from his earlier attention and I knew they had to be three shades darker than normal. I thrust into his touch, earning me a growl of approval.

  His hand flowed down my body, lingering on every swell and dip until he trailed his fingers down the slope of my belly. I jumped when the tips touched the curls on my mound. I hadn’t worked up the courage to go completely bare, but I was trimmed and neat. Did he expect that? A bare pussy?

  My legs were still trapped together, but he pushed his free hand into the vee of my legs. My thoughts shattered again as one long finger slipped down, running across my clit to part the lips of my pussy. I whimpered.

  “So wet, baby. You’re so goddamn wet for me already.”

  His mouth slammed down on mine. It was a testament to his physical endurance that he could hold his body above mine, kissing me, while he held my legs together and thrust his finger along my soaked slit. He moved his
tongue in and out of my mouth, licking the roof, sucking my bottom lip between his. He ate at me. Finally, he pulled back when both of us needed more air. His eyes were open, looking directly into mine. I felt his hand move again and then he was rubbing against my clit, finding that nerve-rich nub that I’d discovered was such a wonderful source of pleasure.

  It was different with him touching me. His touch was rougher than mine and he pressed down harder. I wanted to open my legs, pulling them up to give him more room. I couldn’t break the hold he had on my legs.

  “Cage,” I pleaded. “I need to move.”

  “No, you don’t. You need to come.” His face was harsh. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breaths. His touch deepened and soon I felt the low, sweet ache in my loins that signaled my release would soon rush over me.

  My fingers dug into the covers, scrambling for something to hold on to as I tightened in anticipation. My world exploded when he pressed a thick finger inside me, deeper and deeper until he found a place inside me I never knew existed. He curled his finger along the top wall of my pussy. One stroke across what I could only assume was my elusive G-spot and I was rocketing into the stratosphere.

  I screamed his name and the sensations went on and on, helped along by his finger still drilling in and out of me.

  It seemed an eternity until I rejoined my body, felt the softness of the mattress beneath my shoulders, the warm stickiness on my inner thighs. I realized he now had two fingers inside me.

  “Too soon,” I whispered, my eyes half closed. He knelt beside me, his face, whether he knew it or not, an open book of emotions. I lifted my hand, not at all surprised at how weak I felt. I rubbed my hand along his bicep and felt the fine sheen of sweat covering his skin. “Too soon,” I said again.

  My words didn’t stop Cage. Instead, he added another. Now, three of his big fingers were fucking my pussy. It burned and I pushed at his shoulders. “Stop. You need to stop.”

  He stilled instantly, but didn’t remove his fingers. “I need to stretch you, Abby.”

  I don’t know what I’d been thinking, wanting to have sex with him. His cock was bound to hurt more than three of his fingers. I tried to wiggle away, the pleasure of my orgasm fading away when I realized what had to happen next. He pulled out of my pussy and let go of my ankles, covering my body with his. His fingers dug into my hip, holding me still. Somehow, he managed to support his weight on his elbow and grasp the back of my neck with the same hand.

  “Listen, baby. This is going to happen. I am going to put my cock inside you and I’m going to ride you.”

  “But it’s going to hurt.” I cringed inside. Now I sounded like a whining baby. I knew about sex. I knew what happened. I knew that men and women had sex every day. Sometimes twice, three times a day. A person wouldn’t do it if it didn’t feel good.

  His fingers massaged my neck and I felt myself relax—despite the hard press of his cock against my inner thigh. He didn’t move his hips, didn’t rock against me. He just held me. Looking into his blue eyes I realized they had darkened. He panted as if he’d just finished a long run. He wanted me.

  And I wanted him. Before I could tell him that, he spoke, his gaze holding mine. “Yeah, sweetheart, it’s going to hurt. I can’t not make it hurt.” He gave me a brief, hard kiss. “But I can make it better. I’ll make it a hell of a lot better.”

  He moved his hand from my hip and gently caressed my thigh as he caught my leg behind my knee and pushed it to the side. He changed positions and did the same to the other one. When his cock touched my pussy, we both moaned. He moved his hand between our bodies. I knew what was coming. He slid his fingers up my slit. His thumb found my clit again and he rubbed it. We continued to look into each other’s eyes as he pushed his fingers back inside me.

  I gripped his shoulders but didn’t say anything as he scissored his fingers, stretching the walls of my pussy. Another finger and then he was pumping in and out of me, mimicking I knew, the rhythm his cock would take. “That’s it, baby. Just relax and let me in.” He practically cooed in my ear and I was pretty damn sure I was the only girl Cage had ever taken such time with. I knew he didn’t make a habit of bedding someone like me. Inexperienced and untried. I imagined him taking a woman, hard and fast.

  You couldn’t go too fast with a virgin unless you wanted to scare her off men forever.

  Another thing I knew for sure was Cage wasn’t a selfish lover. I think he would take it as a personal affront if a woman he fucked didn’t find satisfaction—either with his cock, or mouth, or fingers. Maybe all three.

  Sweet heavens. I wanted to experience it all. I allowed my body to relax and floated on the sea of sensations he was creating. It lasted a few more moments and then he was pulling away, leaving me empty and unsatisfied. Maybe I’d been wrong about him. Maybe he was a selfish bastard. My opinion changed back quickly when I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance. It felt huge. I knew he was big, but this … this was … heaven I realized as he pushed again. The burning sensation was still there, but now, thanks to his finger play, there was already a tingle. A spark of heat, want. He pulled back and pushed in again, deeper this time.

  “Look at me.” His voice was a soft growl above me. I opened my eyes and met his stare. Burning desire and hot need. I knew we were about to set our souls on fire. Another press, another pull and he was hitting the barrier of my innocence. I never really thought about having an intact hymen. They said girls rarely did anymore—something about being too active, unlike in the olden times when women rarely engaged in rigorous activities. Both of his hands tightened on my body. The one on my hip and the one at the nape of my neck. No doubt knowing he needed to hold me in place. I had only a small portion of him inside me. That invasion along with the loss of my innocence—

  Hurt like hell!

  I let out a scream as he rammed forward and took me, making me his.

  Instantly his lips covered mine, drinking in the sound. “Sssh, baby. Sssh.” He had immediately stilled—well, he’d stopped moving because he’d bottomed out inside me. My flesh throbbed. He stayed like that for a moment, then I felt his hips moving again and a pull at the entrance of my body. My pussy lips seemed reluctant to let him go. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt now. Well, not much. He tilted my hips up. The position opened me up for his downward thrusts. He continued to fuck me with a gentle rhythm. He closed his eyes when he realized I was watching him. The tightening of his face, the tendons straining in his neck. He looked like he was being tortured.

  CAGE

  I pushed my way inside Abby, the feel of her tight cunt swallowing me completely made my eyes want to roll back in my head. I’d never felt anything like it. I’d tried my best not to hurt her. Abby wore her innocence like a cloak around her curvy body. It made a man eager, drove a man mad to peel it off, and take what was inside.

  I hadn’t been strong enough to resist. The moment I’d surged inside her, driving past the thin barrier of her innocence, I’d known I was lost. I moved again, still not very hard. I knew enough about a woman’s body to know she needed time to adjust to my size. My need.

  The need that I was barely managing to contain. “You are so damn tight, baby.”

  Heat seared my cock. Heat and wetness.

  The feel of her broke me.

  I moved faster, a small amount of sanity remained so it didn’t turn brutal. Being here, holding her, fucking taking her, brought out some of the savagery I’d tried to bury long ago. Primal. That life-threatening need to conquer and protect all at the same damn time.

  “Give it to me, baby. Move your hips,” I grunted out my commands as I tightened my hand on the luscious cheeks of her ass, lifting her to me. I knew the angle of my thrust rubbed against the top of her mound. Her clit. With each downward thrust, I ground myself against her, making her whimper. She’d closed her eyes so I felt safe in watching her without guarding my expression. Before, for a brief moment, I’d been afraid to let her look into my eyes. Afraid she wou
ld see all the emotion rising up inside me.

  Now I watched her and her innocent, honest display of feelings. Helpless need, hopeless desire. Damn, I was a shit for using her this way. But I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. Again and again I plunged into her warm depths, my cock moving in and out, pounding strokes, going as deep as possible, burying myself to the very root, bumping against her cervix. My body responded to the primitive call. The need to plant my seed inside her. Procreate.

  The human race was screwed, I realized. All a man wanted to do was this—fuck. Plant their seed and move on to the next female. A woman, a woman wanted what I knew I would never be capable of giving. Stability. Caring. Love. Freaking emotions.

  Moving faster, I felt the rise of my release. The tightening in my buttocks, the tingling in my balls. For once, I wasn’t concerned if I came before my partner. For once, I was savage in my taking, needing to conquer—and fuck me to hell and back—wanting to plant my seed. Only years of steadfast belief had made me don a condom earlier. Now I filled it, pushing with my toes in order to go as deep as I could inside Abby as I emptied myself into her body.

  In the back of my mind, I heard her cry of release and I was grateful that I’d at least been able to last until I’d brought her satisfaction. I don’t know how long I lay on top of her, feeling the small spasms still rocking her body. Her arms had wrapped themselves around me and held me close. Corny as it might sound, I felt like I finally belonged somewhere.

  Rolling to my side, I pulled her close. We lay there, not speaking as our breathing returned to normal and soon sleep overcame us both.

  ABBY

  I woke up the next morning expecting to feel the warmth of Cage’s arms around me. Instead, I realized that if it wasn’t for the achiness between my legs and the faint scent of his cologne on my pillow I would never have known he’d spent the night with me.

  I jumped when a knock sounded on the door and it started to open. Crap! Hadn’t we locked the door last night? Wait. Cage wasn’t here. What did it matter if someone walked in on me? I moved and realized I was naked.