Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (49 page)

“You are so fucking sexy,” he says, and he starts to fuck me harder. His thrusts become more aggressive, and soon the whole bed is rocking, headboard banging against the wall, and all I can do is moan and push at his chest.

But then he pulls out of me, and I don’t know what he’s doing. He pulls the condom back down to the base of his cock and then looks at me. “Turn over.”

“What?” I say breathlessly. I’m panting, and feeling strangely empty.

“On your front,” he says, and he turns me over so that I’m lying flat against the bed with my back facing to him. I feel the weight shift on the bed, and he’s got a knee on either side of me. Then I feel him at my entrance, and when he pushes in I gasp, clutching at the sheets. I feel so much more in this position!

“Oh, that’s good,” he growls. “I love your tight little pussy.”

He slaps my legs shut, and I’m just lost in sensation. This is way more intense than how it was when he was on top of me. Why doesn’t everybody just fuck this way all the time?

He starts to get into a rhythm, drive his cock into me hard and fast again, and then he worms an arm beneath my hips, and begins to rub my clit.

I’m just… lost for words. I can barely think. I’m in heaven. His tip is rubbing against my front wall hard each time he thrusts into me, his fingers are working me like magic, and it’s just too much. I instantly feel myself climbing, feel that pressure building again.

“Oh, shit, don’t stop,” I breathe into the mattress, and I grit my teeth together and clamp my eyes shut as he fucks me harder, fingers my clit faster. “Oh, fuck, like that, like that!”

He keeps doing it
just… like… that
.

It’s too much.

“Oh, Chance,” I moan. “Oh, fuck, oh shit!”

I feel my whole body tighten up, as I feel myself just peek over that edge. His last thrust pushes me off it, and for a moment I’m caught in between, suspended in oblivion, and then pleasure crashes over me like a wave at the beach.

I cry out in white-hot bliss as my climax hits me, curling my toes, tensing my thighs, squeezing my canal, milking his cock as he continues to drive it inside me, drive me through my orgasm.

I can barely breathe; it’s so intense it almost hurts. Every nerve ending inside me is on fire. My brain is mush. I’m somewhere wonderful.

“Fuck,” he growls, and his thrusts get shallower, and I can feel his cock swell inside me, and then he’s groaning as well, cock flexing and twitching inside my spasming walls, and he’s coming, too. His fingers dig into my hips, and he buries himself in me one last time, groaning loudly as he does so, before we stop moving completely.

I’m face-first against the mattress, with him still inside me. His cock is still jolting, small squeezes as he empties the last of his orgasm into me.

Hair is sticking to my face, and it’s tickling me but I can’t move it away right now. I have to stay still for a while. Everything is too sensitive now.

I feel him pull his still-hard cock out from inside me, and he falls down on the bed, breathing hard. I roll onto my side, and he puts an arm around me, gathers me into him, and he just holds me.

It’s so intimate and close, and it makes my heart surge in a different way. I run my fingers idly through his trimmed pubic hair.

“You smell good as well,” I tell him honestly. He does, and I like the way he smells.

We lie together for some time, just stroking each other, touching each other’s bodies. His hands continue their conquest of my body, but now it’s calmer, like he’s just fascinated, enthralled by my body.

He puts a huge hand against the side of my face, kisses my top lip first, then my bottom, and so I kiss him back, and we hold onto each other, and we kiss for ages, just kissing.

I roll on top of him, love the way he tastes and smells, love this moment, everything about tonight.

“You can spend the night,” I say, before frowning and looking down in between us. “I thought guys got soft after they came?”

“Most will, but not me, especially not if I’m with you.”