Raging Hard(41)

He was wild and incredible. Our bodies worked together, writhing in passion, sweating and hard. His cock worked me, and I tried my best to work him back, wanting to please him as he pleased me.

His hands grabbed my hips, lifting my ass up, and suddenly I felt it. All of the tension had built up beyond the tipping point, and I knew I was going to explode.

“Fuck me harder, Nate,” I gasp, moaning. “Fuck me hard.”

“You going to come for me?”

“Oh fuck, yes, I’m going to come.”

“That’s right, girl. Come for me. Come hard on my big dick. I want to make that pussy explode.”

And I did. Despite the slight pain from my first time, I gripped the sheets as an orgasm unlike anything I’d ever felt before began to overtake me. My whole body convulsed and tensed as it practically tore me apart.

My vision went white as it moved through me like a whirlwind. Everything that had ever happened in my life was gone, and there was only the intense feeling of pleasure wracking my every inch. Nate kept fucking me deep, working my body, and I could only cry out in loud, feral moans.

“Fuck, girl,” he grunted loudly. “Watching you come like that is too much. I want to fill up that pussy.”

“Come in me, Nate,” I begged him as the orgasm began to subside. “Come in my pussy. Fill me up.”

He grunted and unleashed himself. His hips thrusted deep and hard, rough and incredible. He clearly couldn’t think about anything but coming in me as he released a loud grunt, his orgasm spilling out into my pussy.

I gasped, my fingers digging marks into his back as he fucked me rough, thrusts deep and fast, his skin slapping against mine.

And then it was over as he slowly finished.

I watched, dazed, as he pulled out and tore the condom from his dick. He wrapped it in a tissue and tossed it into the trash.

“Holy fuck, girl,” he said, grinning at me. “I think I’m addicted to that pussy.”

I smiled at him. “You’re not so bad yourself.” I was dizzy with post-sex emotions.

He stood up, stretching, his large cock still mostly erect. “Not bad? I just gave you the best first time imaginable.”

He was so damn confident and cocky, but it was the truth. I couldn’t imagine most people got fucked like that, first time or otherwise.

“And it only gets better,” he said, grinning, and winked at me.

I couldn’t believe I had just fucked my crude stepbrother. He was so cocky and such an asshole, but the lingering, incredible buzz from my orgasm reminded me of what he could do to my body. It was totally unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was a good girl. I didn’t fuck my stepbrother, or anyone for that matter. But there I was, already practically salivating at the idea of letting him fill me up again, and we had just finished my first time only a minute ago.

I was deep in his wake. He was a ship sailing through my life, pulling me along, and I knew I was powerless to stop it.

Nate had me. As rude and crude as he was, he completely owned me.

And I couldn’t wait for more.





Chapter Ten: Nathan





I woke up early and hit the beach running before Claire even began to stir.

The night before kept playing in my head like a movie. The sheer animal desire of it was incredible. She seemed almost insatiable. After the first time, we went at it again, and again her pussy was so fucking perfect that I wanted to come the instant I slammed inside her.

It was the perfect stress release. After getting home from the boat, she was clearly still in shock from seeing me take out those two amateur pirates. I needed to help calm her down, and apparently rough, sweaty sex was exactly what she had needed and wanted.

We fell asleep together, my arms wrapped around her. I woke up with a start, surprised that I was still with her. Normally I would have gotten out of there, because I wasn’t the type to sleep over. I couldn’t give the girls I fucked the impression that they’d ever see me again.

I was a SEAL, after all. My life was inherently short and brutal. I couldn’t let myself fall in love with some pussy.

But it was different with Claire. All the normal shit that kept me from getting close had never even occurred to me until I woke up in the morning. It felt natural and right to just lay there, sweating and talking about normal shit until we both passed out.

Worst of all, I hadn’t thought about those pirates at all. In the cold, early morning hours, I suddenly realized that something had been bugging me about them, but I had been too wrapped up in giving Claire the best fucking orgasms of her life to really notice it.

As I ran down the beach, my body limbering up, my breath coming in deep, I began to tease it all apart.