Page 53 of Backstroke

“I guess if you don’t want anything…” he trails off, pulling away from me. I instantly miss the heat of his body. “I can finish this myself.” He gathers my juices on his hand and begins stroking his cock, his smug grin looking down at me. He knows what he does to me. I blow out a breath because two can play this.

“Fine,” I say sweetly, fluttering my lashes up at him. I suck two fingers into my mouth, closing my eyes and moaning, imagining that it’s Remy that’s shoved in me. I pop my fingers from my mouth, opening my eyes to see his heated gaze on me. His jaw clenches when he sees where my fingers are heading.

“Don’t you dare,” he warns. My hand stops moving, hovering right over my pussy. My core clenches, needing something. Anything.

“A girl has to do what a girl has to do,” I taunt, moving my hand enough to touch my aching slit. Fire burns through his gaze and in an instant he has my hands pinned above my head. Our breaths are both coming in pants as he stares into my eyes.

“Don’t touch my pussy unless I say so.” His tone is low, and I can hear the gravel in his voice. I whimper, and I’m sure he can feel my body shake under his hands.

“Yours?” I mock. “What if I don’t listen?” I ask, my voice coming out breathy and soft. His eyes darken, and I know I’m playing a dangerous game.

“Then I’ll have to punish you.”

I lick my lips, and I can see the heat in his gaze as I do so. He leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I arch into his mouth, letting out a moan as he nips and licks my nipples.

I bite my lip then tease, “If it’s yours, why are you leaving it aching and unsatisfied?” Remy’s expression turns molten, but it’s all the encouragement he needs.

He quickly positions himself at my entrance, his eyes lock on mine and slams inside me in one thrust. My breath leaves my lungs, feeling like I’m being split in half. I cry out as he begins to move, his hips thrusting against mine with a punishing force.

Remy grabs one of my legs, throwing it over his shoulder, piercing his cock into me deeper than ever before. His hand slides from my wrists, down my arm, to my neck and squeezes.

“Oh, little fox. You unleashed the beast. Now you’re going to lay there and take Every. Single. Thing. I give you,” he growls into my ear, making me whimper. He’s got me folded almost in half, and I can feel him hitting places I never knew existed.

“I’m going to pull every ounce of pleasure from you, until you’re a slobbering mess beneath me,” he promises, making my heart pound against my chest in rhythm to his thrusts.

“Promises, promises…” I close my eyes, not needing to see his eyes to feel the burn on my skin. A smile spreads across my face until he drops my leg and pulls out of me as quickly as the words leave my lips. My eyes shoot open, about to protest when he grabs me roughly and flips me to my stomach. The intensity makes the breath woosh from my lungs, making me gasp.

“What the f–” Before I can finish,slap!Pain radiates from my ass straight to my core. I yelp out in surprise but not before another lands on the other cheek. Heat blossoms through my body, making me rub my thighs together to get much needed friction.

He leans over my shoulder, his warm breath ghosting my neck, sending goosebumps over my skin. “Such a naughty girl. And here I thought my little virgin was innocent,” he teases, licking my shoulder then biting hard.

“I’m only what you make me,” I giggle.

“Ass up, Fallon. Don’t make me get the handcuffs.” His warning shouldn’t make me hot, but I find myself wanting to defy him just to see how far he will go.

I slide my butt into the air, wiggling it a bit to get his attention. Hearing his dark chuckle sends a zip straight to my core and suddenly, I’m ravenous. I need him inside me before I actually die of frustration. I can see the headlines now.

College Girl Dies From Sexual Frustration.

I groan at the thought. I don’t know how I went from a plain virgin to a sex-crazed maniac, but I have good reason to blame Remy. Now he has to satisfy the hunger.

The bed dips behind me and then I feel Remy’s tongue swipe from my clit to ass in one stroke. The sensation has me seeing stars.

“You know, one day,” he trails off as his finger circles my last virgin hole. “I’ll be claiming this one next.” My body tenses as he presses one finger inside. The burn of the stretch soon morphs into an entirely new pleasure.What is this man doing to me?I find myself pressing back against him, needing it deeper, but he pulls away again as he slaps my ass again.

“Remy, please,” I beg, “Fuck me.”

“It’s like music to my ears hearing you beg for my cock.” He spreads my thighs further apart, then presses my shoulders into the mattress.

He chuckles, lining himself up at my entrance. He pushes in slowly, and I gasp at the feeling of him filling me. He starts moving, thrusting in and out of me. It’s hard and fast and exactly what I need. His hips slap against mine and I can feel the heat building inside me. I’m already close from his teasing.

“You’re mine, Fallon,” he growls, “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. The only one who gets to hear you beg for my cock. The only one who gets to make you scream my name.”

He thrusts in deeper, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. Both swirl together in this erotic cocktail that only Remy can serve.

He grips my hips tighter, fucking me hard and fast. I can feel my orgasm building, and I know I’m close. Electricity crackles between us, and there’s a shift in dynamics. I don’t know when or how it happened, but I fell for my stepbrother.

“Tell me you’re mine, Fallon,” he commands, making me shed the teasing until I’m a vulnerable mess. Tears prick the sides of my eyes as I nod.

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