Fuck. She was tight. Her muscles squeezed me, beckoned me in deeper, and I gladly accepted their invitation. I managed to fit in three and piston them against her spot, making her buck her hips into my face over and over. She squeezed my head between her thighs, and with all her squirming, it was a wonder she didn’t break my damn neck.
She could have. I wouldn’t have cared. All that mattered was pleasuring her, eating her, licking her. All that mattered was her delicious, ripe pussy.
“I’m gonna come!” Gwennie whimpered, riding my tongue. “Oh, you sweet bastard—I’m gonna come!”
I dug the fingers of my free hand into her hip, holding her as still as I could while I drew out the process. Little licks. Light taps. Gwennie was screaming and whining and cursing my name by the time I was done.
And when she exploded, when I finally drove her to release, she came all over my face. I was covered in her juices. My chin was dripping with them. Yet still, I hungered for more.
I chuckled softly and kissed in the insides of her quivering thighs. “Bastard, huh?” She blushed and opened her mouth to explain. “No, no, Gwennie. No need for that. I’ve just got to wonder where my good girl has gone. The one who couldn’t even bring herself to look at my cock, when she had the chance.” I grinned at her. “Do you want to see it now?”
Gwendolyn’s nipples stiffened at the very thought.
“Say it, Gwennie. Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want,” she said, eyelids half-lowered.
“Is it this?” I asked her, pulling her ass to the edge of the kitchen island. Her wet quim was pressed to my slacks now, leaving a trail of lust that soaked right through. Gwendolyn moaned. “Tell me, or I’m just going to grind against you here until you’re ready to come again. And then I won’t let you.”
“Goddamn you,” Gwendolyn moaned. Music to my ears. “Yes. I want your cock. I want to see it. I want it…” She blushed even deeper. “…inside me.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
I pulled away and undid my belt, opened my slacks, and hauled my throbbing cock out. Gwendolyn looked at it and licked her lips like she wanted nothing more than to taste it, to pull me into her mouth and gag on the length. Maybe later, I’d let her. Right now, that pussy was just too good to resist.
I sawed my shaft against her slit, my piercing toying with her sensitive folds. “I kept the piercing,” I told her, as if she couldn’t feel it. “I kept it just for you. I remembered how wide your eyes got…” I reached up, cupping her tits in my hands. “What do you think, Gwennie? Should I get rid of it now?”
“No,” she said, squirming against me. “Oh, Christ, Tristan. Don’t stop.”
I growled, giving her tits a squeeze. I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to have Gwendolyn, stepsister or not. “I wanna see these bounce,” I said, tweaking her nipples, and she purred her consent.
I breached her opening with the head of my dick, sucking in air through my teeth as I did. Fuck, this was good. Too good. Better than any woman I’d ever had; tighter and warmer, with soft, plush walls that seemed to mold to my cock as I plunged in up to my nuts. The thrill of victory, of conquest, rolled down my spine and I moaned for her. I knew I wouldn’t last long inside of her, especially unsheathed like this.
Her cunt was so warm, so wet, and with my massive dick inside it, it was filled to bursting. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, stretching her tiny channel, claiming her for my very own.
My Gwennie.
“Tristan!” she moaned, raking her nails across my abs. It forced me into action and I began to thrust. I fell into a steady rhythm as I pushed in and out of her, pressing my thumb against her clit. She was soaking wet and wailing with every movement, linking her legs up high over my shoulders so I could penetrate her further, deeper. She was like heaven around me, squirming so much that I could feel my cum boiling in my balls. So much pressure was building inside me. It was impossible to hold back much longer.
“I want to come inside you,” I told her through gritted teeth. “I want to fill that pussy up, Gwennie. I want to make it mine.”
She bit her lip. “I’m not on the pill…”
“I don’t care,” I growled, and in that moment, I really didn’t. I wanted to burst inside her more than anything else I’d wanted in my whole life. I had to have her. All of her. Nothing else would do.
She seemed to be giving this some consideration, but I couldn’t wait forever for an answer. I leaned forward to play with her tits, using my other hand to stroke her clit until she whined.
“Yes, Tristan!” she shrieked at last. “Come inside me. Please!”
Gwennie was a smart girl. A safe girl. But when it came to my dick, she was careless and wild.
That thought alone drove me over the edge. Bucking rapidly, I roared and slammed my fist hard into the table as I jetted inside her, coating her womb with my lust. My cock lurched and spasmed, dumping load after load, filling her so thoroughly I could feel some of it dripping back out.
And then Gwennie threw her head back too, clutching my arms with her nails and crying out as she came again, this time around my pulsating cock.
I pressed one hand to her chest, breathing hard, feeling her heart beat tremulously beneath my palm. Her eyes were closed in bliss, her lips parted, and I gently brushed my own against them before I collapsed on top of her, burying my face into her shoulder.
What the hell was wrong with me? I almost felt like I should cry. There was something about being inside Gwendolyn like this that felt more like home than I’d ever experienced, something that made me feel like I belonged. It made me so… happy. So fulfilled.
What on earth had she done to me? Whatever it was, I wanted her to do it again.
I picked Gwendolyn up with her legs around me, clutching her to my chest. Then I kissed her again, holding her up high as if I wanted the world to see.
Maybe I did. But that could wait. First, there was the matter of finding her bedroom…
ROYAL PRICK
Chapter 9
I woke up feeling the best I had in ages, rested and relaxed, my troubles so far away that I could barely make them out on the horizon of my mind. At least until I remembered why I felt so good.
Oh, God! What have I done?
Last night had been possibly the best—no, definitely the best—sex I had ever had in my entire life, all of it with the man I’d dreamed of since I was a teenager. I bit my lip, swallowing hard as I felt the warmth of my stepbrother radiating from behind me as I lay on my side. I honestly couldn’t remember how many times we’d gone at one another, our bodies writhing and pulsating in time together. Just the memory of it had me shivering with the desire to have another round.
No! I chastised myself, trying to bring my focus back away to the way his cock felt so divine inside of me, his cool, metal piercing hitting at just the right spot to drive me to levels of pleasure that I had never felt in my entire life. But I knew that even though what I’d felt had been beyond words to describe, I knew that it could never happen again. What if we’d been caught? If some errant member of the paparazzi and just so happened to have been following Tristan’s date the night before with Patricia.
My mind buzzed with all the possible ways that this could blow up into an enormous disaster. I could already hear my mother’s screams of indignation if she were to discover what we’d done. I could only hope that by some miracle no one had seen anything through my windows. It had been late when Tristan had arrived and by that time hopefully any reporters had been satisfied by Patricia being ousted angrily from the limo.
“Good morning,” I heard from behind me and my entire body tensed, cursing the reminder that my indiscretion had indeed taken place I had not simply dreamed the whole thing. I’d been so frightened to turn over, to truly recognize Tristan’s presence that I’d resigned myself to simply avoid even looking at that portion of my bed for the rest of my days. “I trust you slept deeply.”
“Tristan” I began, my voice filled with tension. “Last night was a mistake.”
“A glorious mistake,” he chuckled, and I felt the strength of his arm sliding around my waist and pulling me closer to him. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a night like that in my life.”
“But it can’t happen again,” I said, my heart fluttering as I felt his morning erection pressed against my back. Oh how I longed to feel him inside of me again, but knew more than anything that I ought to simply make him leave. “What we did was wrong. You’re my brother.”