Luca
I’ve hada lot of sex in my life, and it has always been enjoyable, but it has never been like this. The pleasure he is bringing me with his fingers and his mouth is out of this world. I want more. Need more. Need to have all of him.
“Branson,” I moan out, as he massages that spot inside my ass that feels like a shot of white-hot pleasure. “Please. I need more. I want you. Now.” I practically growl the last word, but I am going crazy.
Without pausing his delicious strokes in and out of my ass, he looks up at me from under his lashes. “You’re sure?”
“I’m fucking positive. I need you.”
He throws me one of his sexy as sin smirks before taking his fingers out of me. My ass clenches at the loss of them and I feel too empty.
His lips are on mine in seconds, and he’s devouring my mouth like he’s starving. I groan, opening my mouth wider, giving him better access.
He reaches beside us, grabbing the condom that’s there and ripping it open with his teeth.
How the fuck is that so hot?!
He rolls it all the way on, stroking himself once he’s fully sheathed.
I have never felt so needy, so out of control with desire. Not to be dramatic, but I feel as if I may actually die if he doesn’t get his cock in me soon.
He opens the bottle of lube, applying more to my crack and slicking his cock up. It’s much larger than his fingers, so I’m feeling a little nervous, but I need this. I can do this.
Using one hand to spread my cheeks open, he wraps his other hand around the base of his dick, lining himself up to me.
“Are you sure?” He looks me in the eyes and says, “It’s okay to not be ready.”
“No. I’m ready, there is nothing I want more right now than this.”
He leans down and kisses me deeply before slowly pushing his way in.
HOLY. SHIT.
He’s fucking huge.
“Ahhh, fuck.”
Grabbing my rock-hard cock, he strokes me a few times while pushing in a little farther. The dual sensation is extraordinary. My eyes roll back into my head, and I’m gripping the sheets so hard I can’t feel my fingers.
“Fuck, Bran. Holy shit.”
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m… Yes. Keep going. Fuck me, please.” I’m so far gone.
With one more solid thrust, he is fully seated inside of me, and the feeling is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I feel so damn full, and the sensation is strange… But a good strange. He gives me a minute to adjust to the sheer size and pressure, before slowly starting to rock in and out.
Every single thrust rubs up against that spot deep inside of me, and the pleasure emanating from me—because of him—is otherworldly.
Fuck, I’m not going to last very long.
Branson lets out a deep throaty groan that has no business being that hot, as he picks up the pace and thrusts into me savagely. “Baby, look how fucking sexy you look taking my cock.”
He pulls almost fully out before slamming back in again. My eyes are rolling back, and my jaw has gone completely slack, unable to think of anything other than him and this moment. I reach down and wrap my fist around my aching cock, only for him to slap my hand away.
“Uh-uh. Mine,” he says while gripping my hips so hard, I’m positive there will be marks tomorrow. He’s now pounding into me so roughly, and it’s complete ecstasy.
I don’t know why we haven’t done this already.
It feels like I’m having a total out-of-body experience.
“Bran, ahh. Fuck. Me.”
Unintelligible words are flying from my mouth, and I’m moaning so loud, I can’t even fucking think. His name is on a constant loop on my lips as I chant it like a goddamn prayer. He wraps his hand firmly around my throat, squeezing, cutting off some of my air and heightening the pleasure flowing throughout my body.
“You gotta keep it down, baby,” he says while thrusting into me unapologetically, “or our parents will know what a needy little slut you are for my cock.”
Jesus fucking Christ, his filthy words rile me up almost as much as his body.
He places my ankles on his shoulders and fucks me relentlessly into the mattress. The bed is making so much noise, I’d be worried about getting caught if I didn’t know our parents’ room is on the other side of the house.
He continues his rough onslaught on my ass, reaching up to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts, and I almost come right then. Thrusting in and out at a brutal pace, with his hand still tightly wrapped around my throat, he uses his other hand, that was stroking me, to pinch my nipple.
“Fuck, ahh… fuck. I’m going to come. Gonna come,” I shout out, gripping the bed sheets so tight.
“Yes, fucking come for me,” he growls, not slowing down or loosening his grip on my throat, and I explode.
Hot spurts of cum shoot out of my cock, all over my stomach. There is so much force behind my orgasm that it even reaches up to my neck. I come, and come, and come. It’s never ending. Branson reaches down and runs two fingers through my mess, then sucks them into his mouth, moaning while he does.
I swear, I could come again from that sight alone.
He leans over me, crashing his lips onto mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I taste all of myself and it drives me absolutely wild. We continue our brutal kiss while he fucks me hard. Placing his hands on either side of my head, he pulls back and looks into my eyes. I can tell he’s close by his erratic breathing.
“Come for me, Bran. Come deep in my ass.”
His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he thrusts into me roughly a few more times before roaring out in pleasure.
Still inside of me, he collapses on top of me. We’re both sweaty and absolutely spent, but I’ve never felt happier.
Slowly pulling out and rolling off the bed, he ties off the condom and throws it away. He comes back with a Kleenex and cleans my release off my stomach and neck as I stare up at him in post-orgasm awe.
Branson lies on the bed, pulling me into his side. We’re both still trying to regulate our breathing, and I can hear his heartbeat settle when I lay my head on his chest.
It’s at this moment, curled up beside him, that I know.
I’m in love with my stepbrother.
Nothing has ever felt like this, felt this right.
We fall asleep wrapped up in each other and stay that way the whole night.