“Mmmmm!” I groaned, bucking against the headrest, lifting my hips in the seat. “Oh god!”
Just like that, I worked Mr. Mongo in and out as we hurtled a hundred miles an hour down the freeway. Mason drove like a madman, his form vibrating with tense energy, the come so sloppy and slick on his pole that it shone wetly in the light.
Meanwhile, I fixed my eyes on that huge tool and imagined it was the one inside me as Mr. Mongo did his business. One thrust, two thrusts, three! My pussy pulsed with pleasure with each slide. I shook with pleasure, little cries escaping my lips as I put on a show.
I gazed at Mason sensuously, my eyes half-lidded as that huge dildo slid in and out and breathed, “Don’t you wish it was you?”
Just like that, the car came to a screeching halt. We were parked in a driveway somewhere, but I have no idea where. It wasn’t my dingy apartment block, that’s for sure. But my new stepbrother was on me in a sec, yanking Mr. Mongo out with an obscene squelching sound, and before I knew it, his hardness was thrust into my swollen slit, ramming me with no mercy.
“Unnf!” I screamed, the cry involuntary. Mason felt so good and my pussy was stuffed so full I was sure his tip would pop out of my throat. “Oh oh oh!” I screamed again as my pussy took the hard slams. He was so wide that I felt like I was going to burst, my body too small to handle his girth.
But Mason had had enough and was going at it full force. With deep thrusts, he drilled into me again and again, groaning as his blue eyes blazed.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he rasped. “You’ve been teasing me all this time and now you’re getting it.”
I lost it then. With a wild cry I reached the pinnacle and stars exploded before my eyes. I screamed again, clinging to the big man as ripples ran through my pussy, squeezing him tight. Meanwhile, with a mighty roar, Mason climaxed as well. He jerked inside me hard, and then rope after rope of man cream jetted into my hot channel, his release bold. I was sure to get pregnant because I could feel the virility of this man. I could feel his powerful essence pulsing through my body as my sweet flesh squeezed him, pulling him deep inside with devastating result.
But it felt good, and as our breathing calmed, I realized how desperate we must have been. Mason was literally on me in the front seat of his tiny sports car, his massive form hulking and muscular, shielding me from any prying eyes outside. Thank God there were none, at least as far as I could see.
But I wasn’t shy. I squeezed my pussy walls around his stiffness, causing the athlete to moan once more. Then, I stroked his cheek and looked into those deep blue eyes.
“Again?” I asked sweetly.
Mason just groaned before his mouth descended on mine ravenously. After all, he was my new stepbrother, but he also had needs that only I could satisfy.
11
Mason
The water slapped as I swam in the pool. The sound was repetitive and soothing in a smooth whoosh, whoosh. Swimming’s always been that for me. It’s a place to be alone with my thoughts, to relax and let my mind wander. With the world blocked out, it’s just me and the black line at the bottom of the pool, doing laps over and over again.
So naturally, my thoughts turned to Janie. She was amazing. After our session in the car, we’d gone into my condo and then started all over again. She’s gorgeous, needy, and so womanly too. Now, after three months, she’s practically moved into my place and oh God, but I wake buried in her sweet pink every morning and it’s totally worth it.
Yes, we’ve been sneaking around. Yes, I have handlers who like to “manage” me, so to say, but I’d forced them away relentlessly.
“Back off,” I growled at Coach Hudson. “Leave me alone.”
“Listen Mason, this is all for you,” whined Jim, my agent. “We’re doing this to advance the Phillips brand.”
“Well, I’m fucking sick of it!” I raged. “I don’t want to live a fucking lie anymore.”
Specifically, I was referring to a commercial shoot that morning for Viagra. I’d totally been against it because I have no interest in helping sixty-year-olds get it up. But Jim had been insistent.
“You think you’re going to swim forever?” he’d asked nastily. “Think again, big guy. Your body’s going to break down, and fuck, then you’ll be toast. No one will want you anymore, and the endorsements will dry up,” he said. “So you better lock this one down while you’re still hot property.”