Baby for My Stepbrother

Chapter 3

It was just like Dane to be as much of an asshole in bed as he was in everyday life. But the offer was there and I would be a stupid woman not to ‘jump on it ’ like he said.

It was stress relief, if anything, an escape I could use for a few minutes to an hour that would strip me from the memories of the worst moment of my life.

Straddling his lap, my head rolled over my shoulders when his large hands brushed up my abdomen to cup my breasts. His fingers squeezed the weight of them softly, his thumbs rubbing over the nipples until they were tight and sensitive peaks.

“You better be worth it, Dane.” My words came out on a moan and he chuckled in response. “I guess I should say the same thing to you,” he answered.

With his fingers gripping the material of my sleep shirt, he pulled me down to kiss him, his mouth as rough and demanding as his personality. His tongue pushed through my lips to slide along my tongue, the sensation causing my thighs to clench where I straddled him.

While still kissing me, her an his hands up my thighs, snapping the sides of my underwear with his fingers so that I would pushup on my knees to let him remove the thin silk from my legs. Before I could fully sit down again he slipped his hand between my legs, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit as he pushed along finger up inside me.

He pulled away from the kiss and moaned out a satisfied sound. “Damn girl, you’reas warm and tight as I thought you’dbe. It’sashame you’ve been wasting this body on that punk you called a boyfriend.”

With one hand, he continued to finger me and with the other, he grabbed my hair, pulling me down to kiss him again. My body bounced over his hand, my pussy clenching and grasping at his finger, needing more than what that single digit could offer.

Resting my palms against the muscles of his chest, I continued to move my hips over him, demanding as much from him as I knew he would demand from me.

“ Slowdown, Luna,” he growled. “I want to enjoy this, and I’m in no rush for this to be done.”

I didn’t want to slowdown, but I understood his need. A slow fuck was sometimes better than fast and up against a wall – although up against a wall had its benefits as well.

He pulled his hand away and I groaned in complaint, but lifted my arms in the air when he pulled at my sleep shirt and began to lift it up my body. My breasts bounced free as he pulled the material away from me, reaching out to let it fall to the ground. He was still dressed in jeans, but those would be removed when the time was right.

Reaching for my hips, he pulled me forward, guiding me until I was kneeling down over his face. My hands reached out to grab the headboard of my bed and with his hands still gripped over my hips, he pulled me down until his mouth closed over my pussy, his tongue flicking up to run through the skin and circle over my sensitive and needy clit.

“Ah!” My head fell back, my long brown hair tickling the uppers well of my ass. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, his tongue taking possession of the most intimate spot on my body. With his hands he pushed me up and down, forcing me to fuck his face as he drove me over an edge that had me digging my fingernails into the wood of the headboard.

An orgasm built up inside me, soft at first, but quickly taking control of my muscles and thoughts with every stroke of his skilled tongue.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, not used to feeling this way in bed. It was so different from what I’d known before and any reservation I still had left over about fucking Dane flew out the window. Even if I later regretted this decision, it wouldn’t be because of the fact that he didn’t make me feel good.

The orgasm exploded inside me, his hands gripping me tighter as I bucked against him. I needed more, but was still torn apart by the way he sucked on my clit. When the release passed, he directed me back down his body, holding me in place over his stomach as he reached between my legs to unbutton his pants and free his long, hard cock.

Slow was no longer an option between us. I needed along, hard ride and I needed it to be as rough as I knew he could be.