He began to walk toward the door and I scrambled out of bed. “Cole!”
He looked back at me as I walked toward him. “You can’t stop this.”
I didn’t say a word. I just threw my arms around his neck and crushed my body against his. He seemed surprised until I kissed him, pressing my lips hard against his. For a second, he didn’t do anything, and then he grabbed my hips and pressed me against him, returning my kiss.
It was the first time I had thrown myself at him, and I loved it. The heady scent of his body filled my mind, and our lips pressed together. His muscles were hard and strong against my body, his towering frame practically engulfing mine.
Slowly I pulled my mouth away from his, but he didn’t let my hips go.
“Finally giving in to me?” he said softly.
“You wish,” I said. “Just trying to repay you.”
“For what?”
“For risking this. I know what fighting means to you.”
I could practically feel his smirk as he kissed my neck. “This is what family does.”
“We’re not family,” I said, practically by habit.
“No. You’re just my wife.”
I bit my lip as his hands began to roam my body. “For now, maybe.”
He laughed softly, a sweet and painful sound, as he kissed my ear. “You’re lucky to have me at all,” he said.
“Don’t be such an asshole,” I replied.
He pulled me even tighter against him. “Feel that?”
I nodded. His cock was completely hard against me, straining against his pants. Slowly I reached down and grabbed the outline, running my hand along its length. He grunted and chuckled slightly.
“That’s what you do to me,” he said. “Everything about you gets me fucking hard. Your smell, your tits, your smile, your voice. I want to fuck you until you scream my name, and I want to watch you come again and again.”
“Okay,” I said simply.
I slowly rolled my palm along his cock as he kissed me again, fervent and serious, his mouth exploring mine. I wanted him so badly, needed him in fact, needed him like I hadn’t before.
I realized something as his hands cupped my breasts and then pulled my shirt over my head. I realized I really was finally giving in to him. After everything, the blackmail, the confusion, I was finally giving in to my stepbrother, my husband.
Really, he was just Cole. Plain old Cole, the man that made me soaking wet every time he came around, the man with the incredibly body, the cocky smile, the swagger and the jokes. He was much too much and I wanted it all, every inch of him.
He unhooked my bra and I tugged at his shirt. “Make it even,” I said.
He grinned as he pulled it off, and then he pulled off his shorts, revealing his tight boxer briefs, his cock straining against the cotton.
“Your turn.”
I laughed as I pulled down my own pants, revealing the light pink thong. He grabbed me with one hand on my ass and pulled me back against him roughly.
“That’s what I wanted to see,” he said. His other hand slipped down the front of my panties and began to tease my clit. “A nice little pink thong. You don’t even know what you do to me.”
He squeezed my ass roughly as he continued to work my clit, and I kissed him, unable to respond. Waves of pleasure ran through me as he expertly worked my body. Every time he touched me he learned more about what I liked, and every time it got more incredible.
Finally he pulled his hand from my panties and pushed me toward the bed. I stumbled, laughing, as he followed me, practically bending me over the bed.
“Cole!” I said.
His hand was on my pussy then, stroking me softly, his other hand on my shoulder. He leaned over me, and I felt his cock against my ass.
“I can’t help myself,” he said. “I love seeing this tight little pussy and your round ass.”
I wiggled my hips back at him, smiling, as he continued to work my pussy. Suddenly, he moved back away, and I turned half around to see him pull off his underwear. His cock was hard, standing straight and thick, and I knew what I wanted right then.
I dropped down onto my knees in front of him. He grinned as I grabbed the base of his dick and licked him up toward the tip, teasing him. I never moved my eyes from his, and I could see how badly he wanted me to suck him, how badly he wanted my mouth wrapped around his cock.
After another second of teasing, I slipped his hard cock deep into my mouth. He grunted and wrapped his hands through my hair. “Fuck yes,” he said. “God, I love when you suck that cock.”
I began to work him like that, my lips sucking tight, my hand along his base. He grunted and pressed my head down, working his hips, fucking my mouth. I loved how he took control of everything, and I let him fuck my mouth. I wanted to make him feel it, even wanted to make him come. I’d love to see his thick white cum cover my full tits.