Page 4 of Stepbrothers

Hanging her head, she groaned, her smarting ass offered up to him. “Just fuck me,” she said very quietly so he wouldn’t hear and spank her again.

And then it was there, his cock nudging at her sopping pussy.

She held her breath and braced for his entry.

It came hard and fast like before—a wild, primitive claiming of her small body by his big one. But, oh, he could have it. His cock was gloriously thick and wide, long too. Her pussy hugged it, wept for more, and she sought out her clit.

“You’re such a bad girl,” he said hoarsely. “Picking up strangers in bars and letting them fuck you like this.”

“Only…you…” she managed between thrusts. “Only you.”

“Bullshit.” He slapped her again, catching the tops of her thighs with each of the two swipes.

She yelped, her eyes misting. She rolled her fingers over her clit. Harnessing every sensation.

“You fuck a stranger each weekend, don’t tell me otherwise.”

What could she say? It was true, she did. Weekend hookups were her thing. Kept her sane. Hell, she had nothing else going on in her life, a few fast fucks were the only thing to get excited about.

“Dirty. Fucking. Bitch.” He punctuated each word with a pummeling thrust.

A sudden banging on the wall. “Keep the goddamn noise down!”

Sean picked up the pace, fucking her harder, his hands clamped over her sore, hot ass cheeks. He dug his fingers in, pinching the flesh, gripping it. The erotic pain had her trembling as she worked her clit. He was clasping her ass so tight, stretching her buttocks apart. His cock plundering in and out of her. The pressure in her pelvis was mounting.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted, the bed bashing onto the wall in a series of deafening clatters. The metal frame squeaked and rattled, screws and nails threatening to be liberated.

“Shut the hell up!” Another angry wall thump from their neighbors.

Clarice didn’t care. And it seemed, neither did Sean. He was fucking her like a feral animal with single focus. His cock was so swollen she was sure he’d be at bursting point.

He released her right buttock and then set what felt like the tip of his thumb over her asshole.

“What the…?” she gasped, half twisting.

“Oh my god, I’m fucking coming.” He’d yelled out the words and thrown his head back. Then he curled his thumb into her ass, breaching her virgin hole and then burying inside her.

Her eyes widened. The sensation of him there was darkly shocking yet highly sensual. Her clit was a pressure pot ready to erupt.

“Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” He sank deeper into her pussy, and then his cock throbbed.

Clarice came again. Her pussy pulsing as she cried out in ecstasy. Her asshole clamped around his thumb, adding to her bliss in a way she hadn’t expected. She let out a long wail of satisfaction. The first orgasm had been wonderful, the second the icing on the cake.

Damn, she hoped he’d be in London again soon. Very soon.

When he’d finished slapping into her, he removed his thumb and palmed her buttocks. Squeezed. Fingers pinching. His cock buried deep.

She gasped, arched her back, and stared at the strip of light between the curtains.

“You’re a dirty bitch, you know that?” He chuckled.

“Speak for yourself.”

Bang.Bang. “I’m calling reception.” An angry female voice burst through the wall. “This is preposterous.”

Sean’s chuckle deepened, then he shouted at the wall, “It’s okay, I’ve finished fucking her now, though if you want some, ma’am, I’ll be good to go again in ten.”

“I’m calling security!” A man. Furious.

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