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Authors: Selena Kitt
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“Fuck, yes.” He grabbed her and pulled her down to him then, kissing her deeply, tongue thrusting between her lips. “Oh God, Veronica, you feel so good.”
She put her lips to his ear and whispered hoarsely. “I want you to fuck my cunt—from behind.”
The words acted like electricity, physically jolting Ian. She felt him shudder.
Trying to get off the bed but still locked in each other’s arms, they tumbled to the floor, laughing. They rolled around, kissing, fumbling, knocking over the wastepaper basket, bumping Veronica’s desk and causing a book to fall off it and hit Ian in the head.
“Ow!” He winced, rubbing the back of his head and she giggled.
“I think we better get back on the bed before we break something.”
They leaped off the floor, Ian almost falling over because of a bed sheet still wrapped around his foot, and embraced tightly as they tumbled back into bed. Ian’s hands found her ass, firmly caressing her pale, white cheeks, parting them as they kissed. His firm, hot dick pressed against her belly. She grabbed it and tugged before rolling over onto her belly and going up on her hands and knees.
“Fuck me, Ian, from behind.” She looked over her shoulder at him, seeing his eyes light up at the sight of her completely exposed to him.
Ian didn’t need to be told twice either. He was kneeling u between her legs, sliding his cock up and down the crack of her ass, lower, spreading her wetness from her back to her belly.
“Oh God, please,” she begged. “Don’t tease me anymore, I can’t stand it. Please, put it in me!”
“Oh Veronica,” he moaned as he gave her what she wanted, slowly sliding into her pussy from behind. She felt the hot throb of him, every glorious inch. She loved that feeling of being filled. “You’re so fucking tight!”
“Like that?” she teased, squeezing her muscles around this length and he gave a little hiss, fingers digging into her hips. “Was my pussy worth waiting for?”
“You were always worth waiting for,” he breathed, beginning to move. She arched instinctively, jutting her ass out, even higher as she lowered her shoulders to the bed, and Ian began to push his cock deeper into her pussy.
It was tight, but very wet, and he went so slowly it was maddening.
“Ian,” she begged, rocking back against him. “Please. More. I want you.”
“I don’t know how long…”
“Ohhh fuck, I don’t care!” she cried, reaching underneath to find her clit. Just feeling the thick throb of his cock buried in her made her want to come again. “Please! I
need
it, baby! I need you!”
“Okay,” he breathed, beginning to move faster, pumping inside her. They began to establish a natural rhythm, and Ian pushed her harder with each stroke. She surrendered to him completely, burying her face in the sheets and blankets of the bed. Ian panted behind her, shoving in harder and deeper, every stroke more urgent as Veronica’s mews turning to cries and then to loud, long moans.
Her pussy clenched and gripped him fiercely, greedily, the closer she came to climax, and that seemed to drive him onward, until he was fucking her so furiously her teeth rattled and she nearly bit her own tongue. It was fucking fantastic.
“Harder!” she begged him. “More! Oh fuck! Pound my pussy and make me come!”
It was too late for that, though, because her climax rocked them both, her pussy snapping closed again and again, like a hot, velvet vise around his dick.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! I can’t stop! I’m going to come inside you!”
She cried out at his words, feeling the thick throb of his cock, the first pulse as he shot a stream of white-hot lava into her waiting cunt. Veronica buried her face in the covers and screamed at the sensation, her own climax still running through her like a shockwave. She was an earthquake and he was a volcano, and they erupted together like a force of nature. Nothing could hold them back.
Ian collapsed onto her and Veronica took his full weight, even though she could barely breathe. The feel of him inside her, still pulsing, his cum slowly dripping down her slit, made her shiver. So fucking good. She had thought about him, fantasized about him, but her fantasy hadn’t even come close. The real thing was so much better.
Ian spooned her back against him as he rolled to his side, pressing kisses to her shoulder, his hand moving over her belly, rubbing her tattoo.
“It’s not gonna come off,” she teased, smiling to herself.
“Permanent,” he agreed, sliding his knee between her thighs and nuzzling her neck. “Just like us.”
“Yeah?” She glanced back at him, her heart in her throat.
“Fuck yeah.” He kissed her softly. “Even if I have to listen to your whiny emo music for the rest of my damned life.”
“Such a sacrifice.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s better than having to listen to—”
His mouth quickly covered hers, kissing her quiet, but she didn’t protest.
Not even one little bit.
The End
STEPBROTHER STUDS SERIES:
Stepbrother Studs: Ian
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By Selena Kitt
Molly’s handsome stepbrother, Finn, has called her Pita—short for pain in the ass—for so long, she’s almost forgotten her own name.
And, she has to admit, she’s mostly lived up to it, because Finn is a typical, know-it-all, overprotective older stepbrother who thinks he always knows what’s best for her.
But when she finds his journal and reads the secrets he’s been keeping, she suddenly has a decision to make.
They have one week alone at a cabin together this summer—can she make Finn realize that, this time, his little stepsister knows what’s best? For once, she knows what she wants—and now she knows he wants it too.
Does she have the courage to push him to his limits?
EXCERPT
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I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner. He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine. Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee.
“I want it back.”
I blinked up at him, pretending I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“Nice to see you, too,” I said, giving him a smirk.
“Now. I want it back.”
I sighed and made a show of rising from the chair. I made sure to stand very close so I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. I liked his height. Liked the breadth of his expanded shoulders. He looked strong and lean, and very capable of picking me up and doing whatever he wanted to do with me. A thought that thrilled me to my toes. But how to goad him into doing it? That was the question that had been driving me buggy since I’d masturbated in front of him.
“What do you want back?” I asked, letting my smile deepen just a little. Just enough he knew I was fully aware of what he wanted.
“It’s mine, Pita. My
private
journal. Now move your sweet little ass and get it for me.”
I didn’t have to pretend to shiver at his command.
“Or what?” I whispered, leaning closer.
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Maybe I do.” I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip. I’d never been much of a flirt, but with Finn, I was finding it so easy to do. Maybe it was because my nipples were tight again and my pussy was beginning to warm.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, his glance dropping to my mouth.
“Is that what you want?”
“Stop it.” His gaze narrowed and bored into mine. “I’m your brother.”
“That didn’t stop you thinking about me giving you blow jobs.”
His expression hardened. “It’s one thing to think it. I’m a guy, we think about sex all the time. But I’m not a fucking perv.”
“How disappointing.”
“Stop playing.” He reached out to grip my upper arms. “Give it back.”
I raised my chin. “Or you’ll… do… what?”
His grip tightened. So did his lips. Before I could gasp, he whipped me around and bent me over the chair. The first swat stung my ass, the shock holding me still. The next swat was just as sharp.
And then something happened. Something unexpected. My skin tingled. My pussy grew damp. Following another naughty impulse, I reached back and shoved my shorts and underwear down to my thighs.
“Again.” I’d been naughty, and naughty girls needed punishment—right?
“Pita,” he groaned. “Goddamn it, why can’t you act like a normal girl?”
“You spank girls so often you know what’s normal?”
“Never. For fuck’s sake, pull up your pants.”
“Or what?”
Instead of landing another slap on bare skin, he dragged me up against his chest. His mouth was right beside my ear, his breath coming fast and harsh.
My shorts slithered down my thighs and puddled around my feet. While I stood nude from the waist down, I looked up and to the side and met his hot glare, daring him silently to act.
“I want it back.” He sounded like he was trying to keep his cool.
“And I’ll return it,” I agreed, swallowing hard. Was I really going to do this? But I already was, doing it. Now I just had to get him to do it too. “But first you have to spank me like you mean it. I mean… don’t I deserve it?”
I saw the surprise in his icy blue gaze a moment before his eyes narrowed. And then he moved, not letting go of my arm as he sat in the chair. He yanked me over his lap, his strong, bare thighs riding my ribs and my belly.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice was almost a whisper, like maybe he didn’t want to know.
Bent over with blood rushing to my head wasn’t a situation exactly conducive to lying, so I answered him honestly.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m curious. And this feels... good.”
“Me spanking your ass feels good?”
“My bare ass... please.” I nodded.
I wasn’t a virgin. But I also wasn’t very experienced. I knew enough to understand that he’d sparked something inside me. Something that wanted his punishment, his control. I felt feminine and helpless, and so thoroughly excited I thought I might get off like this, bent over him, his hand smacking me until my ass was hot and my pussy so wet I’d dampen his thigh.
Just the thought was getting me off.
He laid his hand on the curve of my bottom, tentatively, not giving me its weight. Like he was fighting with himself, trying to make the right decision—but he was tempted to give me what I’d asked for. What I deserved.
What I wanted.
What I knew he wanted.