Stepbrother Unsealed(69)

“Chris...”

I say his name softly, but the time for tenderness is over. All the wild energies from the party take over.

His cock slams into me again and again, so much force my hips flex off the table before smashing back into it. I pinch my legs around him, tighter than I've ever held him before. I love how he feels just gliding through my hot, wet pussy, straight up to my womb, and then coming down again, only to lunge forward and fill me all over again.

It's rhythmic. It's fiery. It's so intense I'm on the verge of tears when he starts to grunt and tense up.

The wine cellar always feels a little humid, but tonight it's a damned sauna. Sweat rolls off us in rivulets, and I impulsively rise at one point when he slows his strokes, kissing the drops off his chest.

He tastes salty, masculine, strong.

Just like the sea that keeps calling him away from me, the ocean that wants to pull him away from our love, into dangers I can't comprehend.

His mouth covers mine, owning it. His tongue punches deep, fucking me with the same rough tempo in his hips. I kiss him back harder, sucking him as hard and long as I can, throwing my hands over his neck and digging my nails deep.

“Fuck!” he grunts like a wolf, and I see the killer instinct sparkling in his dark green eyes.

I thought our night was crazy before, but now I feel like a total psycho. A deprived, depraved, sexually famished lunatic. The only cure in the world is his cock, his come.

His sweat, his scent, his thrusts.

“Fuck me so hard it hurts,” I tell him, digging my nails into his neck. “Show me what you've got, Chris, before you take it all to the battlefield. I want you to break me. Leave me something to remember, no matter what happens. Mark me.”

I hear myself saying this crap, and I know I've lost my mind. But deep in my heart, it all feels right, and I realize I owe it all to him.

The virgin good girl died in Vegas. I'm his woman now, and I want to be everything he wants, the brightest, most beautiful spark in his churning inferno.

He doesn't say a word. He starts fucking me faster, faster, faster than we've ever gone before.

His hands squeeze my ass so hard it hurts, lifting me off the granite countertop and slamming me back down again. It's probably going to lose a few bruises, but so what?

The pleasure arcing through my body overwhelms everything. His chest moves so fast the dragon moves like a comet. My arms and legs are burning, and it's hard to breathe. All the oxygen in my lungs drops out as the most intense orgasm of my whole life rips out.

“Chris!” His name rockets out before I'm overwhelmed. It takes all the energy in my body to squeeze out the last two words. “Love. You.”

He's slamming me against the counter like a ragdoll, just as breathless as I am, right on the edge. My pussy clenches as his cock starts to balloon, a prelude to the fire about to fill me, hot come flooding my depths in waves.

He shoves his face against my neck, sucks my flesh into his mouth, and bites down. Hard.

The shock makes my explosion ten times harder.

I come like it's the last time. Ever.

A thousand futures roll before my eyes in a single heartbeat, all the futures with Chris I want and need. Pleasure roars like rising flames, crackling all around me, blinding me, fusing me to him.

I hear him grunt through the swirling chaos, and feel his seed split me in two. We're hooked. One.

Pumping, twitching, groaning, melting...

This time the ecstasy hits like a tornado, stronger and wilder by the second, pulling me deeper into its undertow. I can't let up, can't breathe, can't even recognize who the hell I am. There's just him and I, his cock and my pussy, plus about a million bolts of lightning tearing me apart.#p#分页标题#e#

Everything goes white. Then red and black. My clit feels like it's going to burst if it doesn't drown in his come first, overflowing all around us. I want to hold onto it, the pleasure and his seed, root it inside me while his cock continues to jerk, taking his last pleasure while my pussy convulses.

But I can't. I've come close to passing out a dozen times with him before, and this time I actually do.

Fuck.





XII: Sweet Delia (Chris)


“Delia! Wake the fuck up. This isn't funny.” If I weren't so freaked out, I'd slap her.

She's been out for like five minutes, barely breathing. I'm about to spin around, pop one of these two hundred year old corks, and splash thousand dollar wine all over her face when she finally moans.

I wrap my hands around her and lift her up, kissing over the dark, red stamps my teeth left on her neck.

I'm not sure what the fuck I was thinking. The girl went crazy, completely loco on my dick. I matched her with my own mad thrusts, fucked her so hard she'd break. Now, I'm trying to make sure I didn't short-circuit her whole system for real.