Page 25 of Stepbrothers

“You on birth control?” he asked breathily onto her lips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Course.”

“So come, and I’ll come with you.”

She ran her hands from his shoulders, up his neck to his hair. With her fingers buried, she looped her legs behind his, clamping him to her. “Oh yes, please…oh I’m gonna come…fuck yeah…”

He grunted and upped the already wild pace.

And then it was there. A big, swollen orgasm that was at bursting point. For a moment she teetered on the brink of ecstasy, loving that it was there for the taking. But she could hold off no longer when he forged in, his balls slapping up against her pussy, and he let out an uninhibited groan of pure bliss.

They came together. Her pussy spasming around his pulsing cock. Squeezing and releasing as he shot his cum. She flung back her head and cried out to let him know how good it felt. How good he felt.

He buried his face in her neck, and for a moment she felt the first sharp suck of him giving her a hickey. He stopped almost instantly. Just as well.

She was writhing in ecstasy. Her climax extending. He stayed with her, working his body on her clit as she twitched and contracted and gasped in bliss.

“Damn it, you’re a hot little fuck,” he said breathlessly.

“And we…shouldn’t…be fucking.”

“But we are, we have.” He paused. “We will again.”

Chapter Six

“We should get dressed. Show our faces downstairs,” Parker said, lifting from her. His breathing had quickly returned to normal.

Clarice, however, was still catching her breath and basking in a very satisfying afterglow. Apart from her ass, that still really bloody hurt.

“In a while.” She stretched and yawned.

“No, now.” He stood and pulled up his pants, did up the fly, and fastened his belt. He proceeded to tuck in his shirt.

“In ten.”

“Now, Clarice. People will wonder where the chief bridesmaid is, and the son of the groom.”

“It was you who whisked me away, remember.”

“Don’t get smart with me, or you’ll be over my knee again.” He raised his eyebrows.

“For the record,” she repeated his words from earlier. “That won’t ever be happening again.”

“That’s up to you. Behave, toe the line, sort out your messed-up life, and no, it won’t. Think you can carry on wasting your days, weeks, and months on a crappy job and letting people treat you like shit, then yeah, you’ll be over my knee, or Hugh’s, whichever one of us is closest, and your ass will sting the way it is right now.”

She twisted her lips in irritation. Her ass really did sting. She then wriggled to realign her thong and tried not to grimace. “Who treats me like shit?”

“Your boss, your landlord, and quite honestly, you need to treat yourself with more respect.”

“What do you mean?”

“As in no more casual sex.”

“So what was that?” She sat and pushed her messy hair over her shoulders.

“That wasnotcasual.”

“Really? It’s not like we know each other well.”

---