A Stepbrother for Christmas(12)

I rose from the car, my cock still painfully huge in my pants. God, was I going to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t walk straight for a week. I yanked her from the back. She kept talking about her rights. About freedom of the press. I dug a pair of her stolen panties from my pocket and shoved them into her mouth. That shut her up.

Alexi and I had planned this trap to perfection. Jessica fell for it. She would pay the price. I couldn’t wait. What Jessica didn’t know, hadn’t written, was that the kingpin and I had been working together for quite some time. Jessica was just our newest illegal venture.

Alexi Karasov made money from various dirty deals and ruled this city with money from connections back in Russia and his criminal enterprises here. I kept him safe from the prying eyes of any state investigations. His payoffs had created a nice little offshore retirement fund for me, far more than I could ever make on a cop’s salary. And, to be honest, I enjoyed doing his enforcement work. I didn’t bat an eyelash when I was sent to break some lowlife’s fingers or torch a drug lab.

I dragged Jessica into the warehouse and pushed her ahead of me into a back room. It was smaller, likely having been previously used as a freezer. There was a drain in the concrete floor, naked bulbs surrounded by cages hanging from the low ceiling, and a metal table in the center.

I threw her bag just inside the door and guided her to the middle of the room. I pushed her onto the table and forced her to scoot back before I wedged my thighs between hers. Her skirt was drawn tight against her.

Her eyes grew wide, fear now apparent in their glint. I yanked her shirt open, not giving two shits about the fabric. Buttons popped off and rolled, most winding up in the grate beneath my feet. She shook under my hands. I smiled as I caught sight of her lacy bra, her stiff, pink nipples showing through. I smiled. She wanted it.

“You going to start without me?” Alexi strode in behind me and shut the door with a ponderous clang.

“Not a chance. I just wanted a look.”

“Go on then.” Alexi stood to her side.

When she realized who it was she started shaking her head and trying to free her wrists. The cuffs made a jangling sound against the metal table.

Alexi tsked. “Oh, dear, oh dear.” His dark eyes perused her body. “We must remove these cuffs from our guest. We don’t want her injured.”

He removed the cuffs’ keys from my belt as I held her thighs down with my hands. Not that it mattered, there was nowhere for her to go. Alexi was a large, dark-haired Russian. I was a cornfed country boy with blonde hair. Together, we were an immovable wall of muscle hellbent on only one thing — enjoying Jessica. She had no chance of escape, not until she was dripping with our cum, anyway.

He uncuffed her and then gripped the hem of her shirt before wrenching it off her in a smooth movement. He pulled out a blade from his pocket and cut through the front of her bra. Her breasts sprang free, the tips hard and upturned. Every shiver that went through her body made them quake. Every quake went right to my cock, making it leak into my shorts.

She raised a hand to strike me. I caught it easily. “Listen, little bitch. If you hit me, I can hit ten times harder, understand? I don’t want to hurt you.” I thought for a moment as Alexi laughed. “Well, we are going to hurt you. We’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think, much less able to write your little stories. But I don’t want to hit you, unless you want me to. Unless you make me.”

She was still gagged, but she seemed to melt in front of me. She must have realized there was zero chance of her getting out of this without first giving us what we wanted.

Alexi pocketed the knife. “I’m done toying with her. I want my cock inside her.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. I shucked what was left of her bra off her and pushed her back on the table. Alexi grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. Her heels fell off, clattering to the floor beneath. I kicked them away. I grabbed the top of her skirt and yanked. The back ripped down the center seam and the fabric came away easily. She wore white panties just like the ones I’d shoved into her mouth. I pulled them off, enjoying the sight of the red curls I’d seen so many times on video.

Alexi had already freed his cock, stroking it as he watched me strip her. He reached over and removed her gag.

“I want to hear you scream for me, bitch.”

She obliged, her cries for help echoing through the room but going no further. God, her screams made my cock jump to attention, straining toward the tight sweetness that I was spreading open with my palms against her pale thighs.

“Please don’t. I promise I won’t write any more stories about you. I swear it. Please, Mr. Karasov, please!”

“I like it when you call me that. Do it again.”

“Please, Mr. Karasov. I’ll never write another word. I swear.”

Alexi smiled down into her face. “Too late for that, little Jessica. My friend Jackson and I are going to teach you a lesson. Understand? We do everything together. Shake down drug dealers, enforce my brand of discipline, and fuck cunts like you. Isn’t that right Jackson?”

“Guilty on all counts. But I have to say, her sweet pussy.” I put my face right in front of it and inhaled. “Is probably my favorite thing of all that we’re going to do together.”

“Get her ready for me. I want to bury myself in her.” Alexi ordered.

I didn’t hesitate, just settled my face in her cunt, licking at her sweet cream. I wanted her taste all over my five o’clock shadow. She froze beneath me and then tried to wriggle away. When I seized on her clit and sucked she whimpered.

“That’s right, bitch. Let Jackson work you.” Alexi said and continued to stroke himself. When she whimpered again, he said, “Her sounds are going to make me come all over my fucking hand.”

I stabbed my tongue inside and felt her walls contract around me. I pushed her thighs farther apart, no doubt leaving bruises where my fingertips hit her. I could tell she was fighting the pleasure, but I wasn’t going to give her anywhere to run from it. My cock ached with the need to fill her, but I wanted to hear her scream first.

Alexi bent over and feasted on her tits. She moaned like a whore so loudly that I unfastened my pants with one hand and finally began stroking my aching shaft. The tip was already weeping, demanding entry where my mouth was.

I went to work on her clit, lashing it with my tongue harder and faster until her hips bucked off the table.

“Please stop. Please don’t make me. Please!” she cried to the ceiling.

I doubled my efforts and sank two fingers into her wet snatch. She was soaked. She wanted this. No matter how much she was fighting it, her body didn’t lie. When I slipped my pinky finger inside her tight asshole, her pussy clenched and she screamed out as she came. Her walls tightened around my fingers, crushing them like she’d soon be doing to my cock. I licked at all her cream, lapping it up as she settled back down.

“I can’t take anymore. I need to be inside this hot cunt right now,” Alexi said.





Chapter Three



Alexi





I let her hands loose and prowled around her where she lay on the table. She watched me with those huge, seemingly innocent eyes. After I was done, there would be no innocence left. Jackson and I were going to take every last drop.

“I can’t wait any longer. Jackson, fuck her mouth. I’m getting first hit on her pussy.”

Jackson dropped his pants all the way and crawled up over her. She tried to roll away from him, but it was useless. He was too big, pinning her beneath his large thighs. He settled above her chest, his long, thick cock hovering in front of her mouth. She reached up to push him away.

He grabbed both hands and wrenched them above her, pinning them again and putting his cock even more front and center. “You’re going to take it all. No teeth, or you’ll regret it.”

I didn’t have any access issues to deal with. Her legs were spread wide before me. I slid inside so easy, she was already fucking drenched with her own cream.

“Fuck, she wants it so bad.”

I began pumping, my hips, pistoning back and forth into her tight, wet snatch. I couldn’t see her face, but I could hear wet, sloppy sounds. Jackson’s ass flexed and released, flexed and released as he plunged into her mouth. I bet her tongue was like silk against him.

I couldn’t focus on what Jackson was doing because the view of my hard cock shoving into her pink, wet pussy was enough to make me shoot my load. I picked up my pace, no longer bringing the tip almost all the way out. I pounded her, making her body shake. The smacking sound of skin on skin filled the small chamber as I put it to her hard, the way she deserved.

I reached down and thumbed her clit. Her hips answered, rolling up to meet my stroke before settling back down. I fucked her harder, demanding that she give in and admit she liked every bit of this. I thumbed her clit as I plunged in and out. She was tightening with me inside, clamping down on my cock like a smooth vise.

“I think this bitch is going to come for me.”

“Good. Because I’m about to come down her throat. Bitch has been deep-throating me. You should see her face. She’s fucking loving it.”

I licked her wetness off my thumb and went back to her sweet nub, stroking her until her hips had no choice but to react and ride on my cock. With my other hand, I reached around and spread her ass cheeks. Her hole was already wet, either from Jackson’s mouth or her own sweet juice. I didn’t care which. I sank my finger inside her, letting her pull it deeper as I worked her clit.