Vulture (a Stepbrother Romance) -(53)

“You’re driving me crazy,” he said.

The passion that ignited between us grew stronger. His pace picked up alongside mine, and before long, my body started to shake, an approaching orgasm steaming along like an unstoppable freight train. I cried out in surprise as he manoeuvred me with ease beneath him on the bed, with no thought to his injuries at all. With his cast braced against the mattress near the side of my head, I wrapped my legs around him as he drove his cock into me.

“Harvey…” I cried, burying my face into his neck. “Fuck me, harder. Oh, god. Yes!”

My internal muscles contracted, spasming out of control, and a muffled curse busted free from my mouth. My legs spread even wider for him as I tried to take him in deeper. I felt the welcoming and familiar build-up in the pit of my belly. Harvey picked up the speed and settled into a fast, hard tempo that got me crying out, panting with my mouth open. My chest heaved with the lack of air as my orgasm was ripped out of me. I came so hard that I saw stars. Harvey gripped hold of one of my bouncing tits and roared as he came a second later, his hot come filling me up, making me his forever.

THE END





Epilogue - Harvey





The sound of children’s laughter rang out in the background. Their tiny voices echoed as they played outside, enveloping us as I watched my gorgeous wife set a plate of muffins on the table, then move over to the sink in the kitchen. I couldn’t stop looking at her, even after all these years, more amazed by her and by our amazing daughter with each passing day. They were both flawless. I slipped two strong arms around Sara’s swollen belly, caressing the bump of our soon-to-be baby and nuzzled her neck, my groin rubbing up against her ass.

Our baby, I repeated in my head. Still amazed at the wonder of it all. I’d honestly believed I was infertile, with absolutely no chance of ever becoming a father, a fact that had weighed me down for the majority of my adult life. But here I was, husband to the woman of my dreams, father to a beautiful daughter, and with the help of the advances in science, a miracle baby on the way. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting for a bit?” I asked and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

“I can’t sit down. I get too bored, but especially ‘cause the kids think it’s the best thing in the world to come bounce on the sofa next to me.”

“Well, you have to have a little lie-down soon. You’re eight months pregnant, honey,” I foolishly reminded her, as if she didn’t already know.

“I know, I know. I’ll be good tomorrow. I promise. You can boss me around all you want tomorrow and command me to stay in bed should you wish.”

“Oh, really? How about I take you to bed right now? Or better yet, right here?” I snaked a hand around her waist and down to the warm spot between her thighs.

She moaned my name, both in protest and in pleasure. “We can’t…” she breathed.

“Sadie has them all in the garden, eating cake; we have plenty of time. I have to hear you moan.”

She had on a flowing dress, and I quickly gathered up the material at the front and dipped a hand inside her knickers.

“Always so wet for me, my love… I do think you protest too much.”

I kissed her neck again and groped at her breast as she braced herself against the kitchen sink. “Okay, be quick,” she agreed and blushed a gorgeous pink just like the Queen of Sweden roses she’d planted outside. “Do that thing I like.”

“With pleasure.” I breathed into her ear and felt her body shudder. She loved it when I whispered close to her ear, breathing sweet nothings as her eyes rolled back into her head.

I worked her little nub till I thought she was going to scream, teasing it as much as I could without bringing her to a climax. With my other hand, from behind, I fingered her swollen hole, wanting so desperately for it to be my cock, but I was happy to send her wild instead. And though Sara liked me to take charge most of the time, to tell her what to do in bedroom, there was always that fine line lurking in the back of my head, conscious and sympathetic to what she’d endured in her former marriage. But we had an understanding; we each knew our limits and respected them. It made the sex even hotter, and it made her more confident than ever. I even had to admit that when the tables were turned and she took control, telling me what she wanted and where she wanted it, it was the best sex I’d ever had. Everything else paled in comparison.

“Oh, baby, I’m coming… don’t stop,” she said. I felt her pussy contract and wrap tightly around my digits. She shuddered again as she came, her legs shaking. I removed my hand, turned her around and kissed her.