Stepbrother Master(26)

“W-what the hell are you—”

I squealed as he lifted me in one smooth motion. He stepped up out of the hot tub and started walking across the roof like I weighed nothing.

“I want you in my bed,” he replied, “and that's what I'm going to have.”

Resting my cheek against his perfect pecs, I considered biting his nipple, then decided to just enjoy the ride rather than risk him dropping me.

We dripped a wet trail all the way down the stairs and through the hall to the bathroom. Ford put me down gently, careful that I didn't slip, and turned on the shower. I admired his tight, sculpted ass as he stepped into the steaming spray.

He turned around, looking amused at my ogling. “Come on,” he said. “We need to rinse off the chlorine.”

“Oh, sure. This definitely isn't an excuse to keep me naked and get me all soapy.” Even as I said that, I stepped into the shower behind him.

“Since when do I need an excuse to do anything to you?” He slid his hands over my ribs, tickling the sides of my breasts with his thumbs, and all the way down to squeeze my ass. His hot mouth chased water droplets over my collarbone and my stiffening nipples.

On a wicked impulse, I grabbed his wrist. I held his heavy-lidded gaze as I lifted his hand to my lips. I kissed his first two fingertips, then took them into my mouth, sliding my tongue down and back up with a slow, deliberate bob of my head. His eyes burned and his breath quickened. His mouth curved in an expression that only resembled a smile; in reality, it was a predatory flash of teeth, ready to overpower me in an instant. And I wanted to walk even deeper into the tiger's den.

My wish was soon granted. “You're clean enough,” Ford said, voice rough with barely restrained desire. “But I'm going to fix that right now.” He shut off the shower and dragged me across the hall.

I had never gone inside his room, only seen glimpses of it through a half-open door, and it was huge—almost like a second master suite. But I didn't get the chance to look around before Ford almost threw us both onto his bed. “I want to make you come until you forget your own name.” He bit at my neck and I whimpered. “Until you beg me to stop.”

I couldn't imagine that ever happening. I'd come twice already, but right then, my appetite felt endless. Like we could screw until dawn and it wouldn't even make a dent. “God, yes.” I panted. “Just hurry up!”

Suddenly Ford shifted his weight, pinning my arms and legs. “Are you giving me orders?” His expression turned wicked. “Maybe I should just tie you up and tease you for a while. An hour or two.”

I shivered in desperation. The thought of being denied like that made me feel simultaneously frantic and even more turned on. “I'm n-not trying to tell you how to do your job. I just want you to do it faster.” I writhed my hips up at him for emphasis.

With a dark chuckle, he pushed my knees up to my shoulders. “I'll let that go, sweetheart. Just this once.” He leaned over to his bedside table for another condom. He made quick work of tearing the package open and rolling it on. He lined himself up with my entrance, and my moan echoed off the high ceilings when he finally slid inside. He entered me harder this time. Faster. Like he couldn’t hold back.

Our mouths crashed together in a messy, desperate kiss. I clutched at his rippling back as he pounded into me. His pelvis ground mercilessly against my clit. He was so big, so thick and long, that he seemed to hit everywhere inside me at once, lighting up pleasure centers I barely knew I had. Just as I caught my breath, Ford withdrew almost entirely and plunged back in, driving the air from my lungs again. And then he did it again, rubbing my G-spot each time.

“This is what I thought about every time I looked at you,” he murmured. “All those nights I was jerking off alone … sometimes I'd even have to sneak off in the middle of the day, because I'd seen your lips slide over your spoon at breakfast or a breeze flip up your skirt.”

Ford slowed for a moment, breaking our kiss to shift back on his knees, and thrust even harder at a new angle. I cried out and my hands fell to clutch at the sheets. So deep, so full, striking right where I needed it.

“I pictured you exactly like this. Knees around my ears and luscious tits bouncing as I fucked your brains out.” He gripped my hips harder with one hand and rubbed my clit with the heel of the other. “And when you couldn't walk the next day, I'd just keep you in my bed and do it all over again.”

My head swam and my skin buzzed. It was almost too much, but I wanted to feel even more of that subtle burn behind the pleasure. I wanted to remember him inside me every time I moved tomorrow. Raw pleasure pulsed and pooled in my belly, driving out every other thought. I gave a low, animal noise deep in my chest. I was so agonizingly close; any second now, I would lose myself. Let Ford take me apart completely.