Double Huge:A Twin Stepbrother Romance(14)

"That's alright baby, why bother waiting?" I growled in reply, slowly  massaging one of the welts. Instead of feeling bad for putting them  there, I was inordinately proud of marking her as my territory. The  scratches would disappear in a day, but in the meantime, I loved the  fact that she was unmistakably branded mine.

I pulled aside the sheet to examine the insides of her thighs. The love  marks were there too, evidence of my lips and teeth, as well as a few  where my fingers must have pressed too hard. They moved up her thighs,  closer and closer to her kitty, as if her pussy were the final prize.

"But I've already signed a lease for an apartment," she murmured. "I'll lose my deposit."

"Wildflower, forget about that," I growled. "I have more than enough for  us both, and what's mine is yours. Mi casa es su casa," I said,  gesturing to the loft that surrounded us.

It was true, I had more than enough money to support a harem of women,  much less one beautiful girl with her threadbare clothes and single  overnight bag. I'd been to her apartment once before and had resolved  then and there to sweep her away. That dump probably had asbestos  problems, not to mention the obviously leaky roof and scummy, dirty  roommate.

In fact, I hadn't let her return after that visit. She'd been livings at  my place since, commuting to class and continuing with her part-time  catering job.

"Well, I want to at least keep working," she said stubbornly. "I can't let you pay for everything."

"Why not?" I said. "I clearly have enough." It was sound logic. She couldn't argue, could she?

She looked around the apartment. I lived in a loft with soaring  ceilings, a grand piano, and top of the line appliances. Nor did she  have to cook or clean. My housekeeper and private chef took care of  that.

"It's just that  … " she began, stopping.

"What is it?" I said.

"It's just that  …  we don't know each other," she said. "I mean, I only  met you a week ago, and now you're saying that we should move in. I want  to make sure that I have something just in case  …  you know  …  if things  don't work out."         

     



 

I'd been preparing for this. I pulled open the drawer to my bedside  table and pulled out a jewelry case I'd stashed in there. I heard  Wildflower's breath catch when she saw the velvet box, and her hand  instinctively fluttered to her throat in surprise.

"Don't worry," I growled. "Even I don't move that fast."

Maybe it wasn't an engagement ring yet, but it would be soon if I had my  way. She slowly opened the purple box, revealing a diamond-encrusted  bracelet, slim yet elegant on her narrow wrist.

She gasped, at a loss for words. The value of that bracelet was probably  more than a year's rent at her old place. I kissed her wrist, on the  sensitive part where her pulse fluttered and gently skimmed my finger  over her cheek, stopping to rest on her pouty, delicious pink lips.

"Wildflower, this bracelet is my pledge to you," I said. "If you need to  move out for any reason, you'll be able to sell this and buy a small  house. So go easy on yourself, okay? There's no need to keep that  catering job. Besides, I'd rather have you here, underneath me," I  growled, rolling over on top of her.

She gasped and then smiled sweetly at me, my heart turning over as she  looked deep into my soul. With a soft kiss on my lips, she nodded her  acquiescence and I groaned low in my throat. My cock had started to  twitch again, and it was time to give Wildflower more of those love  marks.





CHAPTER SEVEN


Alana




It's hard to accurately describe just how fast Luke overwhelmed me. He  was so rich, so domineering and assertive, that it wasn't hard to see  how he'd come to be the head of a music empire. He was the CEO of  Atlantis Records, a businessman and musician rolled into one. On more  than a few occasions, I'd heard him tinker at the piano, and he was  truly talented. Even my lovesick heart recognized that he had a real  gift.

But as much as I loved this man and his magnificent apartment, I had my  pride. I'd been poor my whole life, contributing to my family as soon as  I was able to start working. I'd started as a gas station attendant,  graduated to waitress, and during college, got the catering job which  let me work evening hours so I could keep going to classes.

I love my family, but I'm not ashamed to say that we were poor. It was  really just my mom, my gran, and me. My dad had been some rich guy who'd  slept with my mom a few times, filling her head with dreams of a  mansion and a big family, only to leave when he found out she was  pregnant. It had been so hard raising me as a single mom that she'd  basically given up her dreams of a career in journalism, instead working  a secretary to support the three of us.

I was determined not to fall in the same trap. Sure, Luke was rich and  he was promising me the world, but I wanted to make sure I had a back-up  plan. I was going to keep going to school, get my degree, and then who  knows? The world was my oyster.

In the meantime though, I'd been swept off my feet by this gorgeous man.  Just last night, he'd gotten home from work and surprised me with  another piece of expensive jewelry, this time an ruby ring which glinted  in the light.

"Oh Luke, I can't!" I'd exclaimed, looking at the priceless gem. "I've taken so much from you already, I can't take anymore."

"Nonsense," he growled, pulling me into his arms. "It was made for you,"  he said persuasively, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Plus, it'd  look great with the red lingerie I got you last week," he whispered into  my ear.

I giggled a bit. "It would be perfect, wouldn't it?" I breathed, turning  around. I kissed him with all the longing in my heart. He was my man,  this breathtaking alpha male whose mere presence made my heart leap. I  felt myself melting against him, succumbing to his magnetic pull. He  laughed softly in my ear, nipping gently at my neck as his hands found  the opening to my sweatshirt.

Although I still wore my college clothes, the casual sweats hid some  seriously sexy lingerie underneath. He peeled the hoodie from my body,  casting it away with distaste, mumbling something about buying me an  entirely new wardrobe. He turned back to me, his eyes feasting on the  mounds which pushed against the restraints of red lace.         

     



 

Tantalizingly, I angled my boobs forward and arched my back, pushing one  of the demi-cups down so that a nipple popped free. I sucked a finger  into my mouth, never losing eye contact with him, and then dragged it  down to my breast, tracing my areola with a wet finger.

With a growl, he pounced on me. His lips surrounded my nipple, suckling  heavily as his hand massaged both jugs, squeezing and milking the creamy  flesh. I threw my head back with delight, the sight of his dark head at  my breast unbelievably erotic. He worked my boobs with his hands,  greedily pushing them together so that he could taste both nipples at  once, and I gave a cry of pleasure, my cunny gushing with fluid,  preparing itself for his invasion.

He helped me wiggle out of my tight jeans and stopped short at the sight  of the tiny red panties. I flushed, suddenly remembering what I was  wearing. Luke had bought crotchless panties, and the garment was really  nothing more than a red string circling my waist with a rope of pearls  running through my cunny lips. The pearls were already gleaming and  moist, lubricated with the juices of my arousal.

Luke reached down and teased my pussy softly, massaging the outer lips before pulling the pearls up tight against my clit.

"Oh!" I gasped, clinging to his broad shoulders for support. He let me  hang onto him as he teased my kitty, spreading my lips so that the  pearls were trapped inside, and then pulling the string tight so that I  ground my slit against the hardness, desperately trying to relieve some  of the building pressure.

"Don't worry, Wildflower," he crooned in my ear. "I'm going to help you come soon," he said, stroking my back.

I mewled plaintively, gyrating my hips as he continued teasing my pussy  with skilled fingers. He moved down my body so that his head was at  waist level and commanded, "Spread."

I knew exactly what he wanted and parted my legs, my steaming cunt on  display for his hungry eyes. He didn't taste me immediately. Instead, he  pulled the pearls to one side and parted my pussy lips, letting his  gaze linger on the moist, ruby red folds of my inner channel. I could  feel my vagina dripping with liquid, my clit standing up to attention  before his male gaze.

He leaned in close and sniffed deeply while letting his hot breath tease  my sensitive flesh. I squealed slightly, the tension almost unbearable.  I needed his hot mouth on me, his clever lips and tongue arousing and  enflaming me.

Sensing my desperation, he bent over and licked my luscious twat,  running his tongue all the way from my perineum to the top of my clit. I  cried out, my knees buckling.