“More it is, then,” he whispers, ramming his cock inside of me so hard I can’t help but scream again. Like a machine, he starts pounding me at a frantic pace; I’m lying back, just bucking my hips at him, and I can already feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead. He keeps it up, his rhythm an endless crescendo; the man is like a machine, completely unable of understanding the meaning behind the word “tired.”
Soon enough I’m screaming hard and making my throat grow sore, fireworks going off behind my eyelids and blinding me to the whole world. Two orgasms in rapid succession, and he still keeps going? I’m a lucky girl.
I let him pull out of me now, my fingernails scratching at the thick ropes of muscles on his back as he stands up. I can’t get tired of him. I motion to grab his cock, but he just grabs me by the hand and pulls me into him; he grabs me by the ass and, lifting me, picks me up from the floor. Reacting by instinct, I wrap my legs behind his back and place both my arms over his shoulders.
“Did Daniel fuck you this hard?” he asks me; he wants me to tell him that no, he’s the best that I’ve ever had, but I’m not giving him that satisfaction. He might know about what happened between our stepfather and I, but I don’t care; I’m a grown woman and I don’t have to apologize about anything. It’s not like I could pick between the two of them anyway. I just wish I could have both of them.
“Are you going to fuck me or keep thinking of Daniel?” I snap back at him, fully knowing that I’m driving him completely crazy. Without replying, he eases me down and lets his cock push against my inner folds, his length sliding inside of me slowly, each inch of his feeding into me in the most delicious way.
This is how you tame a beast as wild as Colt; you show him who’s in charge. A man like him gets to fuck every woman he wants to, and he has them at his feet before and after. But I’m not just any woman: I’m Karen Astor, his stepsister, and I’m done with taking a secondary role. After what happened with Zach, I’ll never submit that easily. I don’t care if it’s Daniel or Colt; I’m as capable of being in charge as any man.
With his hands cupping my ass, he makes me bounce up and down on his cock, his rock hard biceps glistening with sweat as he holds me. I rock my hips back and forth too, relishing the feeling of his cock rolling over my folds and piercing me with the fury of an exploding star.
I buck my hips harder and harder, both my hands running through his hair and disheveling it. I let my legs ease up their hold, and I move them slightly lower, right over his ass. Still with his cock in me, he goes down to his knees and, like a leopard during heat, I claw at his pectorals and push him down to the ground. I grab his hands and take them to my breasts as I start grinding against him, bucking my hips furiously while never allowing his cock to slide more than an inch out of my pussy.
I throw my head back and close my eyes, savoring the moment while Colt squeezes hard on my nipples. Taking a deep breath, I lean into him, long locks of hair falling down my shoulders, and he raises his head toward me; I lower myself even more, allowing him to wrap his lips around one aching nipple of mine. He sucks tenderly, nibbling at it with the right amount of harshness. It seems that Colt can even make an art out of nipple sucking; how in the world can he be this perfect? And why does he have to my stepbrother?
I bounce up and down, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh making me purr with delight. I lift my knees then, planting the sole of my feet on the floor by his side, squatting down on top of him as the tip of his cock presses against my G-spot. I jump on top of him in a fever, drops of sweat running down the middle of my back.
With a lazy smile on my lips, I look into his eyes.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I breathe out, getting up and allowing his cock to slide out of me. I turn my back to him and, swaying my hips almost too lewdly as I go, I walk across the gym and go straight to the wall. I simply face the wall, planting my hands there and jutting my ass back, waiting for Colt to follow after me.