That's when I know I've landed myself a bad boy. If only I can keep him without destroying every other thread of my life.
Later, we're walking along dad's private beach, the same place where I first saw him clamber ashore. The bar is empty when there's nothing going on, but I instantly remember how my body tingled the first time he dragged me back there, pushed me against the wall, taking what was destined to be his.
I hope. I don't want this to end. As much as I know it has to, I'm going to fight it tooth and nail.
“Just a little bit further, baby. Take my hand.” He guides me up the hill. It's uneven ground, but it's perfect time to catch the summer sun over the Pacific, and the short, rugged journey is worth it.
We pick a spot and sit together. It's as picturesque as it is cliche, my head tucked into his shoulder, watching the hot July sun slip below the horizon, shimmering off the sea.
“What are we going to do, Chris?”
“Party our asses off. Your old man really does have a helluva spot for it. Hope your friend keeps the guest list light so we can still find some place to fuck, though.”
“Idiot!” I laugh and punch him in the arm, shaking my head. “I'm talking about us. We can barely hide it in front of Marnie, much less mom and dad. They're going to find out.”
“So let 'em. We're not doing anything illegal, babe. I've come to terms with how fucking bad I want this.” Growling, he grabs my thigh, and pushes his hand right up my skirt, tugging at my panties. I gasp, and it's a struggle to keep listening to what he's saying. “I'm not letting go, Delia. Never. I don't care if I have to keep calling you sis every time we're fucking. I'll call you Cleopatra if it gets you shaking and whimpering under me.”
He moves in for a kiss. His mouth covers mine just as his fingers find my pussy, pushing their way inside, making me flush when he sees how wet I am.
He thumbs my clit until I'm laying down on the sandy bluff, legs open, perfectly positioned for him to push my skirt up and shove his face between my legs. Which, of course, he does about five seconds later.
I can't hold back my moans out here. If anyone looks out at just the right angle from our house, they'll see us tangled on this rock.
But once he starts, there's no stopping, and this proves it. He wants me. Deeper than just another fuck. I run my nails through his short hair, feeling his powerful neck, running them down, down, down into my pleasure.
His tongue quickens across my clit. I tense up, push my hips into his mouth, coming to the steady clap of the ocean against the calm shore.
He pins me down by the thighs when I cry out. There's no escaping this mad desire between us, just like there's no more hiding what's in my heart, this fuzzy, blind love that won't listen to reason or taboos.
I want him. I need him. And as long as he's with me, I'm ready for anything, even my father suffering a nervous breakdown when he finds out his only daughter is head-over-heels in love with her own fucking stepbrother.#p#分页标题#e#
Or should I say getting fucked heels-over-head?
When I finally come down from my high, he's got his belt off, and his pants are down. He sinks into me with a growl, pushing my legs up to my chest. Thank god the workout getting up here loosened me.
“Fuck me, Chris. Just like we're meant to be. I need to feel every inch of you.” I reach up and run my hand across his face, staring into his jade green eyes.
He bares his teeth, and thunder comes out as he comes in for a kiss, dragging his cock back to the tip before slamming it into me again. His balls clap my ass. They're warm and puckered, making me think about how he's going to flood my pussy all over again.
Oh, God.
“I'll fuck you like you're mine, babe, because you always were.” He deepens his thrust, picking up speed, making that delicious friction across my clit with his pubic bone. I whimper and melt into the motion, too lost for words, wondering if it'll always be like this.
“You were built for my dick, and mine only, Delia. I can't believe you're still doubting this shit.” He moves his hips like he's angry, and there's a wildness in his voice. “You think we're gonna get screwed over? Derailed? Torn apart?”
“No,” I whimper, but it's not convincing enough.
I do have doubts. Dealing with the stepbrother and the SEAL part scares me. I never imagined becoming a military man's girl, much less shacking up with my own stepbrother. What the hell am I supposed to do when he's away on leave? I'd better get a mold of his cock or something.
“Say it like you mean it,” he snarls, fisting my hair and fucking me harder.
His hips crash into me like the angry Pacific, rattling my whole body with his energy, his need to dominate, to control, to possess. I don't know whether to slap him across the face or orgasm on impact.