Page 24 of Stepbrothers

“We can.” Standing at the side of the bed, he undid his belt and let the buckle and loose end hang. He then undid his fly button and zipper. His movements were deft and sure, sexy as hell.

Clarice’s head spun; a shot of adrenaline burst into her system. Parker was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that. And judging by the bulge in his pants he was ready to fuck her good and proper. Which was exactly what she wanted.

But really? He was her new stepbrother. Her mother would freak out big time.

But it wasn’t as though she, Clarice, had started it. This was all Parker’s doing.

He shoved at his pants, his boxers going with them. His cock sprang out from a shock of dark pubic hair, thick and long and circumcised.

“Good god,” she muttered. That was one fine cock on offer. Who was she to refuse? “I…”

Before she could say anything else, he was over her, his weight heavy. He nudged between her legs, then rucked up her slippery dress. She dragged in a breath, smelling her own arousal and his expensive cologne.

“We shouldn’t but…” She slipped her hand between their bodies and yanked her thong to one side. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“You’re a wicked little girl, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” She stared into his eyes. The depths of his flashed with wild desire. It was feral, primitive, and it had her pussy weeping for him.

“Hang on tight,” he muttered, tensing and the tip of his cock finding her entrance. “’Cause I’m gonna give you what you want.”

“Do it.” She drew up her knees and braced. He didn’t seem like he had any intention of going in slowly. “Do it now.”

She was right. He curled his hips under, thrusting deep on one plundering lunge.

A cry left her throat, the air jolted from her lungs. She clung to the material of his crisp shirt.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said against her lips.

She groaned and fluttered her eyes shut. The dense, heavy filling was only just on the side of extreme pleasure and not pain. His cock was long and solid, stretching her delicate internal flesh. It felt as though he was buried right to her core. “Ah, yeah…like that.” She ground her hips upward, rubbing her clit on his body.

He pulled half out, then forged in again.

She huffed out a breath. Thrilling at the pressure on her clit. “Oh…more…please…”

He stilled.

“Parker.” She opened her eyes.

“Ask me again.”

“More…now…please.”

“Beg.” He captured her face in his hand, squeezed her cheeks. “Beg, little girl, beg for it.”

Damn, he was kinky. She loved it.

“I beg you, please, more…fuck me more…more, I am begging, okay, I’m bloody begging.”

“Are you?”

“Yes. Oh yes…” She squirmed. “Please…I’ll die if you don’t fuck me.”

“A bit dramatic, but I like it.” The right side of his mouth twitched, as though holding in a smile, then his lips hit down on hers and he rammed in deep.

She cried out, the sound captured in his kiss. And what a kiss, thick hot tongues tangling and dancing, desperate pants, the bump of noses, scratch of bristles on her chin. And all the while he pumped into her, seeming to go higher, deeper with each thrust. The bed was clattering off the wall. A familiar sound.

The pressure was building in her pussy, in her clit; the orgasm seed had germinated and was growing fast. He was skilled with his hips, pushing her just where she needed to go.

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