Page 10 of Wanting My Stepbrother

“Jesus, sugar. This creamy little pussy is soaked. It wants to be filled by my big cock, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!”

“Does that feel good?” he asks, moving his fingers in and out.

“Yes, it feels good, but I need more. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me right now, Roman. Fuck me hard and punish me.”

“Fuck!” he yells before getting up and tossing me back onto the couch. In seconds, his boxers are gone, and he thrusts inside me fully, making me come immediately. “Fuck, yes, baby. So fucking good. Love to feel you come on my cock.”

He thrusts harder than ever, palming my ass to thrust even deeper inside me. With each thrust, he grinds against my clit. “Yes!” I scream and my eyes roll back in my head as I come again, squeezing his cock.

“Yes, baby. I love you so fucking much. Come on my cock again, sweetheart. Just one more time so I can fill you up with mycum.” He flicks my clit and I explode, pulsing around him as he groans, releasing his seed inside me.

“Holy shit!” I say, trying to catch my breath. “I might need to be bad more often if that’s the punishment I get.”

He smacks my butt. “Don’t even think about it, sugar. I’ll be happy to punish you anytime you want. Just don’t do anything like that again. I love you, baby.”

“Okay. I love you, too, Roman. So much.”

“Then marry me.”

Twelve

Roman

“What?”

“Marry me.”

“Roman, we have been together a week.One week!” she yells, holding up her index finger for emphasis.

“I know, baby, but I love you. I already know I’m going to marry you. Why shouldn’t it be sooner rather than later?”

“What will people think? I’m your stepsister.”

“Who gives a shit? We aren’t related by blood. Our parents just happened to meet before we did. I love you, baby. I’m marrying you. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

She sighs and looks at me. “Yes.”

I grin. “Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you, you crazy man.”

“Woo-hoo!” I pick her up and spin her around. “Let’s get married tomorrow.”

She starts laughing at me. “Oh, my god! Are you serious right now?”

“Dead serious.”

“What about our parents?”

“They didn’t invite us to their wedding. Seems like it’s fair they don’t get to come to ours.”

“That’s just mean, Roman.”

“It’s not. Wouldn’t it be nice to forgo all the planning and other bullshit associated with a big wedding? All I care about is making you officially mine.”

I consider his words. It’s not like I’ve ever loved big weddings. That’s just not my style. “You do have a point there. I have friends who’ve had big weddings. They kind of seem like a nightmare. Just one condition, though.”

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